Once upon a time, a girl made a vow never to give her heart to someone undeserving . . . for the sake of her happiness and heartbreak.
Lydia Hayes has had enough grief in her life. After the death of her mother, she was torn. As for her father, he...
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"I'll never be your beast of burden So let's go home and draw the curtains Music on the radio Come on baby make sweet love to me"
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Numbly, I've cleaned up the wound as efficiently as possible. The thought that I was being stalked plagued my mind. When I poured alcohol on my wounded shoulder, I didn't flinch. When I wiped the tears, there was no intake of breath that would confirm my fear. Even when I swept up the shards of glass, earning more gashes on the bottomed of my feet, there was no pain. At the end of the night, as I laid down in bed expecting sleep to come, it didn't. I stayed awake for hours. From staring at the ceiling to watching the curtains that would usually remain still, sway in the wind due to the vacant glass of the window. The sounds of the night that I usually never hear come out to taunt and torture me. It was a long five hours, but eventually, I was out like a light.
In the morning, it was doubtlessly cold. A few dead leaves have strayed onto my hardwood floor, just below my windowsill. Getting out of bed brought the sudden alarms of pain to my body, and I held onto the mattress for support. All the pain I didn't feel last night came crashing over me like a wave of pure torment. I limped to my bathroom and dug around a drawer or two, expecting to find a bottle of ibuprofen or Advil. With no luck, I shoved my feet into a pair of comfy plush-like slippers, and advance down the stairs.
"Good morning dear!" Gina squeals as she mixes the eggs with a fork.
"Good morning," I reply softly. "Do you know where the pain reliever is?"
Gina's head snaps to the left, making her jet black bangs perch behind her ear. She uses her elbow to point to a random cabinet. "Thank you."
"Of course. You alright?"
I plop the capsule on my tongue and down it with some water. The capsule ventures down my throat with ease, and I relax a bit, knowing it will pursue its purpose within a few minutes. "I just have a headache."
I thank myself for the long sleeve I found in my closet. It's not mine, though, it's Daniels. It's a smooth black cotton with the words 'Pismo Beach' written across the chest. It was a struggle getting he shirt over my shoulder, seeing as though I had to bend it every which way. Once I got it on, I was completely out of breath.
