Lyra Blackwood is a 24 year old psych nurse who has encountered many insane and dangerous situations in her line of work, but nothing has been as unpredictable as Brexton McGomery, a potential serial killer. What will happen when they're forced to s...
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***Trigger Warning***
⭐️ Ensnared, in a fiery cage of my own making.
It's suffocating.
This thing I call love.
I'd burn for it a thousand times over. Painfully numb and gloriously scorched.
For all I have left in the dying embers and waking shadows
Is you.
—by Aravis-Brightspell⭐️
I take the drive home like I'm an 80 year old woman in the fast lane (they should never be there, but it's always where they end up). There is not a single part of me that wants to talk to Jeremiah right now, but lucky for me we live together. I can't avoid him. I have nowhere else to go. My parents live millions of miles away in Australia and I'm stuck in scorching hot Arizona. I have no real friends here, they're also all in Australia. I'm alone expect for Jeremiah.
I love and miss Australia. It was all I knew. It's the only place that's ever felt like a home to me. I lost everything when I moved here, even my accent is mostly gone. Only on rare occasions does my accent come out to play. You can only hear it when I get super angry.
I have to question my IQ sometimes. How could I be so stupid? Love makes you do the most moronic things. It bugs me that all the movies and romance stories promote this fairytale love. It teaches young kids that love is this incredible thing that everyone should strive for. What happens after the credits roll, huh? My relationship would've looked like one of those romance movies in the beginning, now look at us. I left my family, my friends, my home. All for what? For some beach boy who runs a strip club and tries to control every aspect of my life. Not that I have a life to control anymore.
I'm not proud to be dating the owner of a strip club, it just sort of happened. One night, some of my friends and I got drunk and ended up stumbling into Jeremiah's strip club. It was fun at first. I've only been to one strip club, but the energy there was unmatched.
Everything changed when a cute guy with curly blonde hair and brown eyes tapped me on the shoulder and offered me a free drink. I knew better, but I didn't think anything would happen with my friends there so I didn't see any harm in taking a drink from an attractive man.
That night was incredible. He took me to a back room so we could get to know each other better. At first, I was skeptical. I figured all he wanted was a one night stand, but he proved me so wrong. He was such a gentleman the whole time, he never so much as touched me. We just talked...and talked....and talked. It was the first time I'd had a genuine conversation with a man and I was on cloud nine. When my friends came to find me, he begged for my number, saying nobody he's met has ever even come close to matching our connection. Like a stupid starstruck teenager (embarrassing since I was in my twenties at this point) I believed him and gave him my number. That night he FaceTimed me and we talked all night until we fell asleep.
