Bliss Oliveira is a little lost. Not physically of course, but in every other definition of the word. Her carefree and wild nature have left her unsure of what her next steps are in life. At the age of 26, her friends have it all figured out. With c...
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I showered when I made it back to the park, washing the blood, dirt and sweat off my body.
I stood with my arms braced against the cold tile wall, my head hung low on my shoulders as I watched the water go from red, to pink, to clear as it swirled around the drain at my feet. At some point, the water turned cold, but I couldn't be bothered to reach for the tap to turn it up again. I ran my hands through my tangled hair, gripping fistfuls of it.
Usually, I took pride in being able to control myself, but this time I'd almost gone too far.
I didn't kill him.
Almost. But he'd live. I didn't come out completely unscathed. I had a broken nose that I had popped back into place, leaving me with a thin gash across the bridge of my nose and what was soon going to be double black eyes. I also had some pretty bloodied and fucked up knuckles.
The dude Tommy fought had a glass jaw so it only took one punch and he was down for the count.
I hadn't been quite as lucky but in the end it was taken care of. And he wasn't dead so it was a win-win for everyone.
I debated not going to see Bliss. The last thing I wanted was for her to see me like this, battered and actually exhausted. Though she'd left it alone so far, she seemed like a very inquisitive person. I wasn't sure if she could leave me showing up like this alone and I didn't have it in me to argue.
I was fucking exhausted.
Though for every reason I gave myself not to go, I settled on one thing; I specifically told her I would come back. It was much later than I had expected, nearing nine p.m. And I could already feel her worry for me.
That was how I convinced myself it was okay to go see her. By convincing myself it was because I needed to keep my word. In reality I had an itch inside me to get back to her. It was like a nicotine craving but deep in my bones.
So I rushed.
I rushed through dressing, nearly forgetting my gun inside Tommy's RV.
And then I rushed through the light mist of rain to get to Bliss' camp.
"Would you slow the fuck down?" Tommy snapped from behind me but I didn't listen to him. I felt like a fuckin junkie tweaking out to get my fix.
It wasn't until I heard her laugh from the road that the feeling in my stomach dissipated but my steps didn't slow.
I had to see her.
I took a drag from my cigarette as I approached, my eyes taking in the scene. Her group seemed to be avid campers because they had tied up two sun shades between trees, covering up a wide area for them to hang out outside even in the shitty weather. It was dark out now so their whole area was lit just by a bunch of warmly tinted string lights they had hung up with the tarps. They all sat around in their different variations of lawn chairs, having conversations with each other and the whole group.
