I love you, I won't kill you

It's been a week since she returned to her parents' home on Horne Avenue in North Chicago, and Julie is a little surprised that Angie actually decided to stay just a week.During the week, Angie hardly went outside Horne Avenue.

At 5 o'clock in the morning on May 27th, Angie looked back at Julie's parents' house several times in silence.At this moment, what she wanted to say to her biological daughter Sabrina was contained in her eyes full of crystal.

"Okay, Angie, now we can go to the airport." Julie closed the trunk lid where the luggage was placed, and said to Angie beside the car.

"Thank you. Let me take a look at this place again. I'm afraid I'll forget this house, this beautiful Horne Avenue." Angie turned her head and nodded.

Julie didn't speak, and walked to her side, "I don't think you will forget. Well, because there is your baby here."

When Angie was about to speak, Julie's mother Isabella came out of the gate holding her daughter.She couldn't bear the longing for her daughter any longer and the pain when mother and daughter were separated, so she stepped forward a few steps, "Mrs. Mitchell, can I?"

"Of course. No matter where you go, you are her mother." Isabella smiled and handed the child to Angie.

"Baby, I'm gone, Mommy will definitely miss you. You must live a good life here." Anji hugged her daughter and said softly, kissing her forehead and face constantly.

"Angie, cheer up. I believe that you will meet again in the near future." Isabella comforted.

"Thank you ma'am. Well, thank you and your family once again for what you and your family have done for me and my daughter, and I'm leaving."

"Good luck!"

Sitting in Julie's car, Angie kept looking back at the house and daughter who were going away.As they headed south on West Addison Avenue, Julie gave her a sideways look. "Angie, I'll send you a picture of Sabrina."

"Thank you, Julie."

"You're welcome."

Twenty-five minutes later, Jolie drove outside the terminal at Chicago O'Hare International Airport.Angie carried her luggage, stood beside the car and said with a smile, "Okay, I should go."

Julie nodded and stepped forward to hug her, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

"Thank you. Anyway, I still need to find the father of the child and ask for some maintenance money."

"Alimony! Well, good idea, remember to ask for more."

"I will. Julie, you go back, remember to say goodbye to Amanda for me."

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"Shut up! Fuck you, bastard. I'll tell you one more time, we're done!" Janice yelled into the phone as she stood by the window.

Janice dumped her boyfriend after only two weeks on the phone.There is no particular reason, but I just don't like being with this third-grade boy.

Muttering, he threw the BlackBerry on the bed, walked straight to the wardrobe and opened the two wooden grille doors.Looking at the whole wardrobe of designer clothes, shoes, bags and all kinds of gadgets, "Fuck it, I can't wear any of them."

Wearing a loose T-shirt on the upper body and a pair of underwear with pink dots on the lower body, he walked out of the room on the second floor with bare feet.Walk through the aisle to the first floor and walk to the kitchen without looking sideways.

A few minutes later, I walked towards the restaurant with a large box of milk and a box of ice cream.He glanced coldly at the stepmother Grace who was sitting across from her. Without saying a word, she just opened the milk carton, raised her neck, and took a few sips.

"Good morning, Janice." Grace frowned and glanced at Janice's lower body.

"Uh-huh." Then, Janice opened the ice cream box and ate it.

"Are you all right? I think you'd better keep your pants on."

"No, I'm fine. Pants? There's nothing I like in my room."

Grace trimmed the few bunches of flowers she just bought, "Really? But, what I want to tell you is that your father and I won't have much pocket money for you this summer."

Janice yelled in disbelief, "Impossible? Please, mother, my three summer vacations have just begun."

"Well, three months, a long time. So, can you talk about your summer plans?"

"Plans? Well, an out-of-state trip, a vacation, or a few days on an island in the Pacific."

"Sounds good. But, you'll have to pay for the trip yourself."

"Well, you meant to talk about this year's financial crisis, didn't you?" Janice said, with her legs up on the dining table.

"That's right. Your father and I also think that if you want to get the small amount of pocket money, you have to pay a certain amount to get it." Grace said calmly.

Janice said, "What? God, you better kill me."

Grace put the pruned flowers in the vase and looked at her stepdaughter, "Honey, the reason we think about this is because you have DID. Do you understand?"

"Hmm. You are worried that I accidentally released the three of them when I was working part-time in the restaurant."

"Yes. But the importance of the problem is not here. The important thing is that as long as you take the medicine on time, you can control the disease."

The stepmother's words are still worth considering, and Janice is really unwilling to let the three guys in her body jump out at any time.Continuing to eat the ice cream, he asked again, "Okay, what do I have to do to get pocket money?"

Grace smiled. "It's simple. Like mowing the lawn, washing the dishes, and cleaning."

Janice smiled, "Not going to community service, volunteering in a nursing home, or going to a charity to help the local poor?"

"No, that's what high school kids do. Now, you're a college student."

"No problem. If you think I don't have any DID symptoms after doing housework at home for a month, can I go out to work part-time or travel?"

"Of course. This shows that you have good determination and perseverance to control the three of them."

Encouraged by her stepmother, Janice smiled happily.Walking across the dining table, helping the stepmother to trim the flower branches, "Uh, mother, is Amanda really your daughter from your ex-husband?"

Grace glanced sideways at her and nodded, "Of course. What, do you have any questions?"

"Uh, I want to apologize to her in person. Although I didn't intend to hurt her, my split personality used my body to hurt her relationship with you again and again."

"It's okay. Amanda didn't know what DID was before she came into contact with you."

"No, I don't want her to be the second hurt roommate."

The beautiful vases are paired with freshly picked and trimmed flowers, which really give people a pleasing feeling when placed in the living room.Grace admired her masterpiece, "Okay. But, she doesn't have time to accept your apology right now."

Recalling the first time she met Amanda, Janice quickly asked, "Really? Tell me, which university did she study at? Uh, is the uniform she wears the ROTC uniform?"

Grace picked up the teacup beside her and took a sip, "She didn't go to college, and she wasn't in ROTC. She's a lieutenant flight officer in the US Marine Corps."

"Wow, cool! I remember, I went to Quantico to see her once when school was out for the summer."

"Then, you let Jane out."

Janice laughed in embarrassment, "It's better for Jane to come out than the other two. If it were Debbie or Andrew, they would probably arrest me as a terrorist and send me to an overseas prison."

Grace laughed at her stepdaughter's words, "Janice, I really hope you two can be good friends. From what I've seen since you had DID, you've hardly had enough friends to organize a small family BBQ. "

Janice looked out the window in a daze, "Friends? Can a special person like me get friendship?"

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