All Chapters of Bloody Kisses - Bridge of Blood: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

It took a while before I could think reasonably clearly again. What just happened?My head was empty.I cautiously risked a look at the clock, it was already two in the morning. Have I really been on the road for over an hour? It hadn't seemed that long to me. I should really go home, I thought to myself. Because my mom would get up at 3 a.m., she started work at 4 a.m. today, and if she found out I wasn't at home, she'd freak out. She didn't mind if I went out, even if it was a little later. But if she knew that I'd walked all the way to the end of town only by myself - I couldn't imagine that she would like that.Although I wanted to start running, I stood almost motionless. I had no idea why. Something was stopping my legs from doing what I asked them to do. In the same second I had to think about the boy again and how easy it was to stop him from jumping - almost too easy. The memory caused me both an embarrassing and a conflicting sense of regret.As I was thinking about everythi

**It started off with a one night stand and lingered to a flingI'm sorry to all the soldiers who didn't see me as a fakeAll you feel and all you want you still need your blood**I listened quietly and sang along in my head until I realized this song was coming from my phone. I immediately woke up and took it off the dresser.Who the hell called me at 8am on a Saturday morning? Unfortunately, the number was blocked, so I had no choice but to answer it when I wanted to find out who was calling."Hello?" I managed to get out half asleep. I should have just kept sleeping."Good morning, Morgan!" someone answered just too provocatively."Blake? How did you get my number?" I squinted my eyes to shield them from the light pouring through my window."I have my connections! I just wanted to let you know that everything will work out as planned. Shall we meet at the bridge then?" he asked cautiously. What was the matter with this boy?"Um, yeah okay. Is that it then?" I was already laying bac

The day after, we met as agreed. We had talked and made a plan: First we would walk the path from the café to the oak and then from the oak to the bridge. I was sure it would take all day, but that didn't affect my enthusiasm in any way.For at least two hours we had already walked along the path from the café to the oak, had turned every stone and still found nothing. When Blake was about to give up completely, I tried to remind him that we still had the way from the oak to the bridge, ergo: the situation wasn't hopeless and we still had a long search ahead of us. Slightly tense, he gathered all his strength and walked on with a mild sigh. I rolled my eyes, brushed a strand of brown hair from my face and followed him calmly. He could be so exhausting...So we started walking along the river. Unfortunately, we couldn't know exactly which route Jared had taken, so we just had to take the most probable one."So Morgan," Blake began, "You search the right side and I search the left! And

"Y... Yes..." I stammered. "How do you know that, Dad?!" A chill ran down my spine."Take the bag, bring it to Blake, and then stay away from that goddamn family! Do you understand me?" he demanded, now standing right in front of me, just 20 centimetres away from my face.How did he know I was looking for the bag? It all made no sense! I turned my head slightly to the side and looked at him, confused and sad at the same time."Why should I stay away from them?", I was able to free myself from my shock, but I still wasn't able to realize the situation properly. His face was tense and looked very somber from the lantern light. His eyes looked almost black."Because I say so! And I'm your father. You have to listen to me!" He sounded aggressive, I didn't know that side of him at all!"But there's got to be a real damn reason for it!" I raised my voice a little, but not loud enough to call it a scream.For some inexplicable reason, tears welled up in my eyes.My throat kept getting dry."