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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
The Hunt 2
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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I felt so hot. I was sweating, burning. Something stopped me when I tried to turn around. My hair stuck to my face. Everything felt uncomfortable. I slowly woke up, and I realized it wasn’t a dream, I was still feeling way too hot and sweaty. A heavy, slow breath that only comes from a person sound asleep was close by. Too close. Someone’s chest rose and sank against my side. I opened my eyes and tilted my head to the right. Jake. Sound asleep, with an arm wrapped around me. He was so close to me, this was a one-person bed. Why was he lying in my bed? When had he gotten up to sneak into my bed? I looked a little more around and saw why I was sweating so extreme, not only was Jake like a radiator on full power, but he had crawled under my blanket, with his own as well, so I had two blankets on top of me. And his strong arm around me, clinging to me. Relieved he was asleep I took a couple of minutes to take in this situation, I needed a couple of minute
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Look at her, batting her eyes at him like that. Why have I ever let her get away with it? She’s acting like a fucking slut. I should drag her out of here immediately, and punish her so she would never do it again. I sighed internally. What is wrong with me? I would never lay a hand on her, but the urge to, was undeniable there though I knew I would never go down that road. WHY IS SHE LETTING HIM TOUCH HER!? Boiling fury arose in me. I couldn’t help but think ‘get your hands off of my property!’ She is mine. I had to fight back the urge to go over there, and shoot him right here in the middle of the bar just for the way he was looking at her, let alone touch her. Fuck our cover and that shit. Why was I suddenly so possessive about her? He took her hand, her eyes found mine as they walked out the back door. I felt the need to storm out after her to make sure she was safe. Right now, I hated to let her out of my sight, but she was a big girl, and she could handl
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