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I think she was asleep. I couldn’t help but think that her being distant was connected with the fact that I had called her my girlfriend, I was pretty positive actually. I just don’t understand why. We were a couple whether she liked it or not. At least in my opinion. Why did everything have to be this complicated with her? Why couldn’t this just be easy and uncomplicated? Like before dad died. What’s wrong with being a couple? Doesn’t she want me as her boyfriend? Is this just sex to her? No, it can’t be. She said she needed me. She had said it often.
I don’t know for how long I thought about this subject, but suddenly we were already here. “We’re here.” I poked her shoulder. I was actually a little pissed at her because she was so frustrating. Redheads…
I walked in front of her to the reception. Don’t let it in control… I took a deep breath to calm down. It helped. When the receptionist asked if we wanted a king or two queens, I looked at her. “Val?” I let the choi
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My alarm clock on my phone woke me up. Urgh! It was way too early compared to the few hours of sleep I had gotten, but we needed to keep going while the trail was still hot. And if she really was a hiker going hiking in Moyie Springs, then we had to start asking around at the local hiking trails. When I stretched, I felt a stinging sensation on my neck. Oh, the bite mark. I rolled my eyes under my closed eyelids. Luckily, I didn’t really feel the one on my thigh as there was more flesh compared to my neck. But if this was something that happened regularly, I really needed to get something like… aloe vera lotion to put on. Painkillers weren’t a durable solution, and it meant too many medical runs. “We have to get up now.” I poked Jake on the shoulder, he grunted sleepily at me. I got up to throw some cold water in my face and do my morning routines. I examined the wound on my shoulder, it was practically healed now. Now there was only a pink scar left. Another
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In the corner of my eye, I caught her movement, a sweet smell hit my nose. I looked up at her and saw she was rubbing something into her neck. “What’s that?” I asked.“Aloe vera lotion.” She only said.Aloe vera lotion? What did that do? Why?“You know, it’s known for its healing properties.” She told me when I kept staring at her like she had heard my question.Healing? The bite marks. They hurt of course. I felt a demon coming forward, waved provocatively in front of me. It was bathed in guilt. I looked down at the screen again, away from her green eyes. Why did I feel guilty? I knew they hurt when I inflicted them on her, but of course, they would hurt until they healed. When I bit her, marked her, I felt some kind of… release. It felt good, and I loved doing it to her. But I hadn’t thought of the consequences. How long did it take a bruise like that to heal? A week? Ten days? And the one on
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I felt a hand on my shoulder, tugging me lightly. As I pulled the blanket over my head, I uttered a tired, resigned sound. “Rise and shine,” Jake spoke in a light voice, but still with an annoyed hint. At that sound, I sat up immediately. What the fuck? Okay, one: it was extremely rare that Jake was up and awake before me. Two: I had never heard him so high-spirited so early in the morning. I eyed him suspiciously. Why? He couldn’t help but chuckle at me. I figured the look on my face was priceless along with the messy morning hair, and eyeliner smeared on my cheek. I rubbed my eyes in the blanket and let a hand run through my hair while I was still wondering why his mood was so good. In fear of pissing him off or something like that, I didn’t really dare to ask any questions besides, “What time is it?” before I swung my legs out of bed, and started to look for some clean clothes. “9:30.” He had sat down at the table with the laptop in front of him an
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I woke with a gasp. I could see the doctors turning into wolves, holding me down with syringes in their hands as clearly as if it had happened yesterday. My eyes automatically flew to my right forearm with the rope tattoo and the text ‘Don’t let your fears control you.’ Taking a couple of deep breaths while I chanted ‘don’t let your fears control you’ for several minutes to calm the storm inside of me. When my breathing and heart rate had slowed down, and the uncomfortable feeling had vanished, I looked at the clock. It was only 7:32 a.m. Val was sound asleep next to me. But I was actually fully awake now after chanting for several minutes. It had been so long since the last nightmare from… that time… I was just glad it was this late. I moved closer to her, slowly, so I wouldn’t wake her. She needed her rest. Now I was lying against her back, I carefully put my arm around her and buried my nose in her hair. She still hadn’t moved or reacted, so I gave her a squeeze a
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I felt a warm breath on my cheek and struggled through the fog to consciousness. Something wasn’t right. I was supposed to be alone. We were in the woods. Wild animals. I broke through the sleep with a jolt and exclaimed a shocked shriek, which was answered by a deeper, but still as shocked one. As I tried to turn my body away, so my feet would be ready to kick the attacker away, I realized something held me down. I got a look at my attacker, but the sight surprised me. I stared straight into Jake’s face in the dull light from the scattered moonlight breaking through the clouds. “Jake!? What the hell?” I asked confusedly, my voice rose at least three octaves. He removed the arm he had around me that had prevented me from moving away before. As he did, I immediately sat up and backed one foot to look at him. “You scared the shit of out me, Val!” He exclaimed with relief after quickly sweeping the tent and found nothing but us. “Why were you screaming?” He aske
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Val suddenly stopped. “Look.” She whispered and pointed to the right. There were three deer’s, grazing lazily. It had only been half an hour since sunrise. “They haven’t seen us.” I smiled at her. One of them looked up at us, I saw its muzzle move in small jerks, like it was sniffing for scents in the air, and then they ran off. I wanted to talk to her about yesterday. But I didn’t know where to begin. But I wanted to get better at giving her air, understand her, talk to her without the words gets stuck in my throat and strangle me. I wanted her to tell me how she feels instead of giving me that face and pull away from me. When she pulls away from me, like last night where she said she needed some time alone and didn’t want to share the tent, I felt that tightening around my chest. The…chokingfeeling. I didn’t want that, I had enough shit to deal with already. The growing guilt for starters. How do I get her to talk to me? And how do I tell her t
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Jake clapped the laptop shut with such a force, I jumped and almost dropped the book I was reading. It was about witches. “What now?” I asked in a tired tone. Jake had been so pissed off, angry, and distant since his dad’s death.“Nothing.” He almost spat it at me.“Right,” I sighed, “we can’t afford a new laptop. So would you please stop beating it? Isn’t it enough you snap at me?” I was growing real weary of his attitude lately. At first, I thought it was just a phase, but it just went on and on.“I snap at whoever I want.” He leaned back, put his hands behind his neck and closed his eyes. Like if he couldn’t see me, I wasn’t there.There was something about the tone and that gesture that pissed me off too. I have had enough now. For weeks I had been his mental doormat, and this was the last drop. I had to say something. I threw the book aside and sat at the edge of the bed. “Jake, this has to stop. I know you’re grieving, but that doesn’t give you the right to break our stuff and s
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Nothing in the news. No leads. I closed the laptop with more force than intended. Probably out of frustration that we hadn’t come any closer to finding that sucker yet.“What now?” She dared to ask me.Why wouldn’t she leave me alone? “Nothing.” I spat back at her.“Right.” She sighed.What does she have to sigh about?“We can’t afford a new laptop. So would you please stop beating it? Isn’t it enough you snap at me?”She shouldn’t lecture me. After all, it was actually dad’s laptop, meaning it was mine now. “I snap at whoever I want,” I told her, then she could learn not to order me around. I leaned back, put my hands behind my neck, and closed my eyes. Now I couldn’t see that look full of blame she gave me.“Jake, this has to stop. I know you’re grieving, but that doesn’t give you the right to break our stuff and snap at me like that. I’ve put up with your attitude long enough and the fact that you have used me as your personal punching bag for weeks.”I opened my eyes and glared at
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