Revved Up Soul

Chapter 36

Kayla

He's probably with that whore, she thought. Just thinking about it made Kayla's skin crawl – as though worms were digging just below her flesh. She'd sacrificed so much to help Luke, and what did he reward her with? Betrayal.

I always knew he was too weak; it should have been him, not Able.

He didn't want you, a voice in the darkness susurrated. She remembered how fondly she once felt for Able, and how they never really went away.

Even as the knife pressed into his throat.

The man never felt the same way that she did, and the Knights held so much affection for him; Luke would never be the man that he was destined to be. Not while he lived in that shadow.

Kayla slipped an Oxycotton inside of her mouth and walked over to the guest room, which she had so meticulously converted into a shrine of audio equipment, recording gear and musical instruments. She had stacks and stacks of vinyl piled up in a great, antique bookcase. Padding over to the computer, she sat down in her chair and pulled up the microphone, booting up the computer and going to her digital audio workstation.

In the corner of the room were a pair of Ibanez guitars from the 90's; a fender bass and a since discontinued Oasis keyboard. It seemed as though every thought led her back to Jasmine, which in turn brought her back to the fact that her face was ruined – some scarring would be permanent.

She stole him, Kayla thought. She stole my beauty and my love; each twist of the mind was another stab of fresh pain to her chest. She pulled up a program on her desktop, zoning out a moment. She then began to say out loud individual words; the first fingers of sunlight pouring through her window. But all she could feel was an ache in her bones; one whisper of flame in the darkness that was her mind kept flickering to life.

Why doesn't anyone want me?