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sadness. I know exactly how he feels. Without him there is no sunshine in my life, only darkness.
I put his song on repeat, embracing the abyss of emptiness inside me, and the all too familiar numbness that is slowly eating away every last bit of my sanity.
I fall into a deep sleep, dreaming of all the times we were together. We played out each other’s darkest fantasies. I gave him everything I had to give, my heart, my trust, my body, my mind. The pain was a rush of adrenaline, better than any drug I’ve ever known. But that wasn’t the best part. The very best part, was simply having someone who’d sacrifice anything for me, someone to protect me at any cost.
Odin’s love did something to me. It was like he was taking me apart, and building me into an entirely different person. It worked, I’m stronger now than I’ve ever been. The girl I was when I first fell in love with Jaime would be huddled in a ball in the corner, crying her sad little eyes out. But not me. I’m the girl that Odin rebuilt. I’m the girl who survived Jaime Mosley. This might not be my idea of living, but I’m sure as hell surviving.
In my dream Odin walks away, leaving me tied up in a dark room alone. I call for him, but he doesn’t come back. My binds begin to ache into my skin. And then there is a terrifying pressure as the ropes dig into the tops of my arms.
I shoot out of bed in a horror, my heart pounding so hard it hurts. I gasp for air, panting in my dark room. I try and catch my breath, putting my head phones back on. I let Odin’s soulful voice carry me back to sleep again.
Chapter 6
Haunted Past
Dustin takes off Sunday afternoon and I can hardly stand my empty apartment. I don’t know what has come over me, but the need to see Odin is so strong, I find myself in the mustang, driving passed his house. Each time I slow down, but I can’t bring myself to stop. I’m pathetic, and I know it. One part of me says leave now, there’s nothing for you here. And the other part begs me to park the car and go inside.
Odin’s truck is in the driveway, and the lights in his house are on. I ring the doorbell but no one answers. I try the handle, and it’s unlocked. I feel intrusive letting myself in, even though I once roamed this house freely every weekend.
“Hello,” I call out, but I don’t hear anything. I start to make my way toward the band room, knowing that sometimes Odin records with head phones on. But then I hear a door open upstairs and a woman laughing. My heart pounds as I stare up at the loft where the pool table is.
A beautifully tall, dark skinned woman with silky black hair stops in her tracks when she sees me. I suddenly feel like a fish out of water. I have no right to be in Odin’s house, and I feel my face redden with embarrassment.
“Who are you?” she asks stunned.
Just then, Odin walks out from behind her, his button up shirt hanging open to expose his chest. I get the sick feeling in my gut that I just walked in on something private.
“Lila. What are you doing here?” Odin’s eyes are wide, and he hurries to button up his shirt.
I stare up at them. They look like a couple fresh out of a magazine. She is model pretty. She has the perfect shape, thin and lean. Her straight dark hair flows over her bare tan shoulders. The loose fitting beach dress clings to her in all the right places and it hits me, she must be Daniella. Words escape me, as I stand in the entrance to Odin’s house embarrassed and green with jealousy.
“That’s a really good question. I’m sorry I didn’t realize…” I stutter as Odin hurries his way down the stairs, leaving who I assume is Daniella, at the top of the stairs looking down on us. I turn to leave, desperate to get away from what I wasn’t ready to see.
“Hey wait up,” I hear him call behind me. I pick up my pace, hurt and angry and wondering why the fuck I thought this would be a good idea.
Odin catches my hand and pulls me around. I instantly
I put his song on repeat, embracing the abyss of emptiness inside me, and the all too familiar numbness that is slowly eating away every last bit of my sanity.
I fall into a deep sleep, dreaming of all the times we were together. We played out each other’s darkest fantasies. I gave him everything I had to give, my heart, my trust, my body, my mind. The pain was a rush of adrenaline, better than any drug I’ve ever known. But that wasn’t the best part. The very best part, was simply having someone who’d sacrifice anything for me, someone to protect me at any cost.
Odin’s love did something to me. It was like he was taking me apart, and building me into an entirely different person. It worked, I’m stronger now than I’ve ever been. The girl I was when I first fell in love with Jaime would be huddled in a ball in the corner, crying her sad little eyes out. But not me. I’m the girl that Odin rebuilt. I’m the girl who survived Jaime Mosley. This might not be my idea of living, but I’m sure as hell surviving.
In my dream Odin walks away, leaving me tied up in a dark room alone. I call for him, but he doesn’t come back. My binds begin to ache into my skin. And then there is a terrifying pressure as the ropes dig into the tops of my arms.
I shoot out of bed in a horror, my heart pounding so hard it hurts. I gasp for air, panting in my dark room. I try and catch my breath, putting my head phones back on. I let Odin’s soulful voice carry me back to sleep again.
Chapter 6
Haunted Past
Dustin takes off Sunday afternoon and I can hardly stand my empty apartment. I don’t know what has come over me, but the need to see Odin is so strong, I find myself in the mustang, driving passed his house. Each time I slow down, but I can’t bring myself to stop. I’m pathetic, and I know it. One part of me says leave now, there’s nothing for you here. And the other part begs me to park the car and go inside.
Odin’s truck is in the driveway, and the lights in his house are on. I ring the doorbell but no one answers. I try the handle, and it’s unlocked. I feel intrusive letting myself in, even though I once roamed this house freely every weekend.
“Hello,” I call out, but I don’t hear anything. I start to make my way toward the band room, knowing that sometimes Odin records with head phones on. But then I hear a door open upstairs and a woman laughing. My heart pounds as I stare up at the loft where the pool table is.
A beautifully tall, dark skinned woman with silky black hair stops in her tracks when she sees me. I suddenly feel like a fish out of water. I have no right to be in Odin’s house, and I feel my face redden with embarrassment.
“Who are you?” she asks stunned.
Just then, Odin walks out from behind her, his button up shirt hanging open to expose his chest. I get the sick feeling in my gut that I just walked in on something private.
“Lila. What are you doing here?” Odin’s eyes are wide, and he hurries to button up his shirt.
I stare up at them. They look like a couple fresh out of a magazine. She is model pretty. She has the perfect shape, thin and lean. Her straight dark hair flows over her bare tan shoulders. The loose fitting beach dress clings to her in all the right places and it hits me, she must be Daniella. Words escape me, as I stand in the entrance to Odin’s house embarrassed and green with jealousy.
“That’s a really good question. I’m sorry I didn’t realize…” I stutter as Odin hurries his way down the stairs, leaving who I assume is Daniella, at the top of the stairs looking down on us. I turn to leave, desperate to get away from what I wasn’t ready to see.
“Hey wait up,” I hear him call behind me. I pick up my pace, hurt and angry and wondering why the fuck I thought this would be a good idea.
Odin catches my hand and pulls me around. I instantly
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