|2nd Book in The Devil May Care Series|
They're more alike than they think.
At war with himself, Loki struggles to get his life on track. He struggles with manic depression-in other words, bipolar. He feels alone, trapped in his own mind as he refus...
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I look at the time on my phone.
2 a.m. I still hadn't went to sleep because I was to busy putting Eris to sleep. She fell asleep just a couple of minutes ago. It took me fucking hours to get her to sleep, her fear weighed to heavy on her. She had refused to go to sleep, despite how much it hurt her. Her head had been aching all day and her eyes burned from the lack of sleep, I could see how much of a toll it was taking on her.
I let out a shuddering breath as I look at her. I tuck in her hair that falls on her face before pausing. Her long hair seemed thinner, frailer. She was deteriorating little by little and it was scaring the shit out of me.
Eris was raped.
He raped me, she cried to me. My stomach rolled at her confession, it's still rolling. My heart beats harshly against my chest, feeling like it's about to burst. I feel pieces of it cracking as I recall how she kept apologizing, trying to hide because of how scared she was.
I stand up. I was going to kill him. I was going to set his body on fucking fire and watch his skin melt. I was going to fucking ruin him but I'd cut his fucking hands off first for touching Eris.
I walk out my room, closing the door behind me before heading down the stairs to take a fucking breather. When I hit the bottom of the steps, I hear small giggles coming from the living room. Curious, I walk towards the sound only to come in contact with a small little eleven year old girl, "Lilo?" I almost forgot she was sleeping over today especially since Rico wouldn't shut up about it.
She was huddled into the cushions of the sofa while watching the Lion King, LeRoys favorite disney movie. Her little head snaps over towards me and I almost stumble on my feet at how gray her eyes are against her pale complexion, her long onyx black hair tied into a high messy ponytail with her cute little side bangs that framed her face. She was a beautiful kid, it was no wonder Rico couldn't shutup about her.
"What are you doing up?" I ask, moving closer.
She smiles brightly, "Watching The Lion King." She responds cutely, lifting her hand up to gesture towards the TV. My eyes catch sight of all the sharpie on her little hands, stickers on her face from all the arts and crafts she and Rico did earlier. For a moment, she reminds me of Astraea and pang a sadness hits me. I miss her. Astraea had her own type of style, she wrote on her skin. Tattooed random shit on herself and used stickers to express herself. I use to think it was so cool and I still do, I liked how unapologetic she was about being herself.
A small smile tugs at my lips, "Why are you watching the The Lion King when you should be asleep?" I ask, raising a brow up at her.
"I don't like to sleep at night, silly." She crinkles her nose at me before pulling something out of her pocket.
I narrow my eyes at her when she holds it out to me. "I'm pretty sure Lucio had a conversation with you about stealing." I sigh, grabbing my wallet from her dainty little hands, "When did you take this?" Lilo had only just turned eleven and she was a certified little theif. She stole everything but she always gave it back, well at least she gives us our stuff back. Most of the time we laugh about it but sometimes I couldn't help but worry. I wondered if she was kleptomaniac, I noticed how she had urges to steal more when she was stressed. I use to think it was for fun but sometimes when she talks to Lucio, she slips up and tells him things she probably shouldn't.
