All Chapters of Twisted Love: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lara It's been two months since I ran out of the hospital. Hazel and Dave have been messaging me non-stop about how I was, where I was, and if I've been seeing a specialist. I didn't respond to any of them. I was too embarrassed and I simply didn’t know what to say. I feel like I am slowly losing my mind...at least I have Canowicakte on my side. He's been letting me stay with him in the city away from the unstable town I called home. He didn’t think it was safe for me to stay in that town when there was a very rageful murderer on the loose. I looked up at the night sky from Hunter's balcony. My dream of him and I felt so real...like the reality of how successful he was in this city, wasn’t as major as in my dream. I'm not complaining though. His house ended up being a small penthouse suite above one of his hotels. I guess he owns a hotel now. I never would’ve thought he’d want to stay in this wild city, he was always in touch with his Haida heritage after his younger brother was m

lara alone. i didn’t know what was going on with me. those dreams i had, just felt so real.  i sat up looking around the room, as i tried to get my heart rate to settle. there was just a bed in here, and nothing else. i got up. i headed straight to the door.-i didn’t know where i was, why would i stay in a place like this.  they didn’t let me leave, they made me stay in the hospital.  but why? i wasn’t a threat to anyone. the door was unlocked, i turned it and slip

kol ~ last year, july 30th  ~ i didn’t realize lara was back until she had shaken me awake, and when that barely worked she sat herself on top of my torso, causing slight discomfort enough to wake me. i let out a groan as i squinted up at her, she had a cheeky smile and her bottom lip was bitten between her teeth. her loose sandy blonde ringlets atop her head framed her beautiful face better than i could have imagined in my sweetest dream. “hey there, mr. sleepy head.” god, her voice was what i lived for, and i could never hear it enough throughout the day, she could talk my ear off, or talk me into slumber and i would still crave to have the silky melody to consume me.

kol day dreams of her and i keep coming into my mind, like fast waves, not like the slow gentle waves of the tides of the ocean that gently hit the store. who was i to deny my sweet daisy a jar of pickles and a milkshake at the fine hour of ten in the evening? if she had wanted fresh crepes from her favorite small french cafe for breakfast every morning. i’d gladly order her crepes, and go get them every morning before she woke up. she was munching on the sour food i never found appeitizing while we laid in bed watching the television. i heard her crunching over the volume from the mounted screen and i chuckled. she turned toward me with a questioning glance as to why i was laughing when the topic of the movie was a family experiencing a terrifying haunting in their ‘new’ house that was built in the year 1963, th

kol “let’s get another round of shots! we are getting married tomorrow!” octavia exclaimed, wrapping her arms around my neck as i just sat motionless at the bar. she was pregnant, yet she still chose to party for this one night before my impending doom became a reality.  i’ve been drinking, to the point santo had a sit down with me, two weeks ago, saying that i’m not becoming the man that lara would’ve wanted me to be. i didn’t give a fuck.  she was gone...she left me. while i’m stuck