Jessica's POV

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"Go back?" Yuri asked.

I nodded, "I need to take care of my mom."

"What about Krystal?" she asked.

"What about her?" I responded.

"You're going to bring Krystal back to where your mom lives, where there is alcohol, men, and beatings?" she asked skeptically.

I thought about it and Yuri was right.

I looked up at Yuri while she was fixing the icepack.

Yuri looked down at me.

"I'll let Krystal stay here, and you guys can take care of her while I leave." I said to her.

Yuri looked at me before responding, "Why don't you just stay with us?" she asked.

"I need to take care of my mom." I said to Yuri.

Yuri looked at me with her eyebrows furrowed, thinking.

Suddenly her eyes widened, "I can hire someone to take care of her."

I just looked at her.

"They can check on her daily."

I shook my head, "I don't trust anyone with her."

Yuri grabbed my hands and looked into my eyes, "Please? You can't just leave your little sister like that."

I hissed when she grabbed my hand, because of my wrist.

She turned her head to the side, wondering why I made that noise.

She rolled my sweater sleeve up and gasped at the swollen red wrist that I had.

"Omo! Jessica! Did I do this?" she said while examining the wrist carefully.

"No, you didn't. If I wasn't struggling this wouldn't have happened."

She ignored me, "Ah! Mianhe, Mianhe."

She grabbed the icepack and took it off my stomach, placing it on my wrist. l my teeth at the sudden coldness.

"Ah, sorry." she said.

I watched her frown while she patted the icepack on my wrist.

I mentally smiled at how worried she was.

She looked up at me after a minute, "Stay here." she pleaded.

It was more like a demand than a plead.

For some unknown reason, I nodded my head, agreeing.

Yuri smiled widely before focusing her attention on my wrist.

"But, that doesn't stop me from moving out in 3 months." I told her.

Her smile dropped before she put it back on.

"Okay, that means I have 3 more months with you." Yuri smiled