Raven’s POV
“Holding a knife to my freaking throat?” I growled at Jessica, right before my fist connected hard with her cheek, forcing her head to snap to the side, while she cried out in pain like the little b***h that she was.
“Not so tough, now are you, when you don’t have your little damn posse of merry bitches with you.” I then said to her, as I pulled her head back to face me by her hair, before punching the other side of her face, making it snap just as hard to the side as the last punch.
At this point, I was seeing red, but it wasn’t because my family’s darkness was taking over me, but because this b***h thought that she could use me. News flash to her, I was done entertaining her delusions of thinking that she was better than me, because I no longer needed to keep the peace to
