Chapter 71

"Well, there's broken silence

By thunder crashing in the dark."

Lips syncing to the song playing in the small device Bree gave me, I took a sip from the dark bottle. At first it burned my throat and everything within, but after a few gulps, this became heaven. I felt afloat, like I was on cloud nine, or perhaps way over it. Into the space among the stars.

"And this broken record

Spin endless circles in the bar."

Another sip, and I began to spin, a giggle resounding off the walls in our room.

In his room.

In their room now probably.

I was more like the outsider. The used one. Probably even the slave.

But he never used me. I never let him. Was that why he sought resort to another? Someone who actually had the potential to give him what he wanted? Even more so. Experience, obedience and happiness.

A sob replaced the endless giggles in my throat, and as though to match the ache raising havoc in my soul, the next lyrics of the song came on.

"This world can hurt you

It cuts you deep