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Jake
Jake blushed lightly when he moved down to lay next to her, biting the inside of her cheek softly. "I lost my mom at the age of 9 due to a really bad car accident. Nico was in the car too, and I was with dad. And my dad...he decided he couldn't handle things on his own." She paused, looking away. "So he took away the responsibility with a single bullet when I was 10." Jake shivered slightly as she remembered the bloody scene she had walked in on after school one day. Her throat was a bit sore from holding back tears. She was not going to cry. She hadn't cried in such a long time, and she was determined to keep it that way. Crying was a sign of weakness, and she definitely wasn't about to show that.