‘remember’. A play on words and a nod to your heritage. Kylen is the son of one of the girls in The Belles. Jack was the drummer for the band Leonhardt. Drey and Yvy Iusi came from two different places: I found a tiny little memory in your head about a license plate you saw once. The first three letters were Y, V, Y and you thought it would make a unique name for a girl, like a twist on Ivy. And ‘Iusi’ is the name on a headstone down at your favorite cemetery.”
I squeezed my head between my palms. “Why?”
“You tell me. It’s your dark and twisted mind.”
“No, Sabre. Why did you do the weave instead of just returning my memories to me?”
Sabre hummed a note that almost sounded like regret. “Just another damned experiment, kid.”
“And why Jesse?” Jesse was one of my best friends—or, he used to be—before his brother raped me. “Do you realize how bad you fucked up my head?” He shrugged and turned away. “Geez, you really are an ass!”
A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. “I’ll get Nick to take you home,” he said, ignoring my grumble of frustration.
“Are you dismissing me?” I stood to face him and only wobbled a little.
He came to face me and ran his fingertips down my arms. “You’ll have to face him sometime, Emari.”
I batted his hands away. “Face him? The son of a bitch wiped my brain.”
“On the contrary, his mother was a very gentle woman.” I glared daggers at him. “I cannot speak for him. But, I’ve never known Nickolas to be a selfish man. A bit of a pain in my arse,” he chuckled. “But never a selfish man.”
Sabre led me downstairs where Nick sat in silence in the sunken living room. He stood at the sound of us descending the stairs. “Take Emari home, please?” But it sounded more like a command than a question. Nick’s eyes darted to mine and swiftly away, but I was too absorbed in Sabre’s final words— never a selfish man.
My emotions whirled in a tidal pool, some so painful I wished the waves would drag them out to sea. So many conflicting emotions. I remembered the warmth of affection that blossomed in my heart for Nick. But, I also remembered he’d broken into my home and manipulated my mind. I remembered the gentle touch of his hand, the strong, warm safety of his arms—but could I trust the one who loved and betrayed me in the same breath? The one who didn’t trust me enough to make my own choices? The choices he’d so adamantly pushed me to believe in.
I allowed him to help me with my coat, but refused to take his offered arm on the walk out to the car. “I’d prefer…I mean…if you’re still shaky, I can drive.” I gave him a curt nod and let myself into the passenger side door. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and wished I hadn’t. How was I supposed to stay mad at him, when he looked like lost little boy standing out in the cold?
Chapte r 7 Disturbia
The ride was short and icy, more frigid than the winter’s snow. My boisterous beagle boy, Eddyson, bayed his greeting and waggled his whole body as I pushed through the back door and disarmed the alarm. Once he was done licking my face and howling his welcome, he squirmed to get to Nick. I let my happiness to be home with my precious teddy-puppy fall from my face. With a scowl, I handed the pup over to Nick. The grief in his eyes pricked my heart, but I turned away.
“Oh, my poor baby. He hasn’t been fed in…how long have I actually been gone?” I asked, still not quite certain
I squeezed my head between my palms. “Why?”
“You tell me. It’s your dark and twisted mind.”
“No, Sabre. Why did you do the weave instead of just returning my memories to me?”
Sabre hummed a note that almost sounded like regret. “Just another damned experiment, kid.”
“And why Jesse?” Jesse was one of my best friends—or, he used to be—before his brother raped me. “Do you realize how bad you fucked up my head?” He shrugged and turned away. “Geez, you really are an ass!”
A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. “I’ll get Nick to take you home,” he said, ignoring my grumble of frustration.
“Are you dismissing me?” I stood to face him and only wobbled a little.
He came to face me and ran his fingertips down my arms. “You’ll have to face him sometime, Emari.”
I batted his hands away. “Face him? The son of a bitch wiped my brain.”
“On the contrary, his mother was a very gentle woman.” I glared daggers at him. “I cannot speak for him. But, I’ve never known Nickolas to be a selfish man. A bit of a pain in my arse,” he chuckled. “But never a selfish man.”
Sabre led me downstairs where Nick sat in silence in the sunken living room. He stood at the sound of us descending the stairs. “Take Emari home, please?” But it sounded more like a command than a question. Nick’s eyes darted to mine and swiftly away, but I was too absorbed in Sabre’s final words— never a selfish man.
My emotions whirled in a tidal pool, some so painful I wished the waves would drag them out to sea. So many conflicting emotions. I remembered the warmth of affection that blossomed in my heart for Nick. But, I also remembered he’d broken into my home and manipulated my mind. I remembered the gentle touch of his hand, the strong, warm safety of his arms—but could I trust the one who loved and betrayed me in the same breath? The one who didn’t trust me enough to make my own choices? The choices he’d so adamantly pushed me to believe in.
I allowed him to help me with my coat, but refused to take his offered arm on the walk out to the car. “I’d prefer…I mean…if you’re still shaky, I can drive.” I gave him a curt nod and let myself into the passenger side door. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and wished I hadn’t. How was I supposed to stay mad at him, when he looked like lost little boy standing out in the cold?
Chapte r 7 Disturbia
The ride was short and icy, more frigid than the winter’s snow. My boisterous beagle boy, Eddyson, bayed his greeting and waggled his whole body as I pushed through the back door and disarmed the alarm. Once he was done licking my face and howling his welcome, he squirmed to get to Nick. I let my happiness to be home with my precious teddy-puppy fall from my face. With a scowl, I handed the pup over to Nick. The grief in his eyes pricked my heart, but I turned away.
“Oh, my poor baby. He hasn’t been fed in…how long have I actually been gone?” I asked, still not quite certain
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