Syn's Deep In My Blood - Book 2

Buried Alive

Those images again. The woman I love. The man who was supposed to be my best friend. Together. It made me sick to my stomach.

All those times I doubted them; I was damn right. Why did I go so deep into this? Why did I insist on something that was destined to go wrong? Well, she was just there that night, when I thought I had to leave from another concert venue alone, after having hundreds of people watching us perform. I really thought that that fire-haired girl, who was puking in a dark alley after having too much, looking as messed up and lonely as I was, was finally sent specially to end my incurable loneliness. But I was wrong. She was brought to me so he could take her away. I was just a fucking middle man for the universe.

The thing is... I fooled myself, thinking I could make her love me. Although I can't deny we have killer chemistry, and we built a special bond I never thought I'd be able to find with a woman. Looking at her was like watching my own reflection in the mirror, where I could find all the answers I still didn't have inside of me. She was my best friend when no one cared to play that role. She was my best lover when I thought I'd never feel anything beyond that momentarily seminal pleasure. She satisfies me in ways I didn't even think existed.

But somehow, he was always there, in the background, breaking every single tie that held us together, one by one, silently. And I made sure she was delivered on a silver platter to him when I did that stupid thing to hurt her.

God, I need her back. – a punch on the pillow.

But I know I don't have the right. I was the one to break us off. It hurt deep within my soul, but I had to set her free. She was miserable with me. I prefer to suffer in her place.

Fuck, it really hurts. My chest felt heavy with anguish. My heart was beating slower.

And I know this pain wouldn't go away if I didn't take a part of her into my veins. The only thing that could give me the feeling of being inside of her, her closeness, her warmness again. To fill this painful emptiness with my sweet white venom.

My heroine.

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"There they are. I asked Jason to bring them to me carefully so as not to let anyone see him." I got inside the room and shut the door, locking it and placing the acoustic guitars on the floor. I thought it would be good for us to play and get distracted for a while. "And I brought food too. You're not fooling me this time. You're eating even if..."

I stopped talking when I noticed Emily pacing around the room impatiently. I don't think she even realized I was talking to her.

"Hey, what's the matter?" she brushed her hair anxiously and began to scratch her left arm uncontrollably while I got closer. Her almost healed track marks were all red now.

"My body itches as if I had bugs all over me. I'm shaking. I'm in pain. I'm craving. It's driving me insane." she kept walking and didn't let me get close or look inside her eyes once. "I... I need some."

"That's the last thing you need now, c'mon, let's try to eat." I tried to grab her hand, but she pulled away as if I was about to hurt her.

"You don't understand... what it's like, Brian. You don't know anything about this."

"I know you need to eat." I went towards her again, but she diverted, walking to the other side of the room, close to the window.

She warned me it was gonna be like this. All I needed was to try to calm her down.

"To hell with food. I need to get out for a while. Gimme the key."

"What are you talking about? No way!"