Page 16 of My Dark Obsession
The ache returned.
My curiosity diminished.
“Are you guys hungry? Here, have some coffee to go! I’m Bri! This is my shop!” The women Bri, smiled with her entire being. She grabbed two coffees from behindthe counter and passed us each one before pointing to the cakes with an eager eye.
Rí licked his lips as he gazed at the glorious treats.
I shook my head and Rí sighed.
“So?” Bri rested her face in her hands, her smile wide as she stared at us with something akin to wonder in her big eyes.
“Oh! Your eye—” Rí cut her off with a firm growl as his eyes brightened ever so slightly. He really didn’t want people to mention my changing eyes.
Her large chest rested on the counter as she then whispered another “oh”. The counter pushed up her chest revealing a large cleavage that any women would be jealous of. Including myself.
Her curves and long lashes deserved to be appreciated and even I got that, but Rí only stared down at me as he finally said, “Amaya is my Circle Mate.”
Bri screeched even louder than before, and I tensed at the high-pitched sound.
Great, he was telling people?
“That is AMAZING, oh my Fates Above how Magical.”
My ears hurt.
Usually I shuffled away from overly eager and happy people because well, ugh happy people. But something about the curvaceous, bouncy women intrigued me.
For one, was she some kind of shifter? Was it rude to ask?
Rí cleared his throat once more and ran his hand through his hair. “Thanks for the coffee. We ah, have a meeting to get to.”
Bri’s eyes widened before she bounced back up and started to clear a table full of empty coffee cups.
“Oh! Of course! Silly me! I’ll send some treats across to the bar for you both!” Turning to me she beamed before adding, “please come and talk to me anytime! Like, anytime!”
I was ushered out by Ri’s firm hand.
“Wow.” I muttered, almost missing his grunt of agreement as the same set of wolf puppies ran between our legs before the air shimmered around them and they turned to little boys with black-as-night hair and eyes as blue as the sky.
Eyes so like my boys.
I remembered the day I saw them for the first time, their blank little faces and their curly blond heads.
I stared at the little white oval pills in my palm. The powder coating my fingers as I counted them. Each one a piece of myself that I had lost in my seventeen years of existence.
I was going to swallow each one with no regret, no one to miss and no one to miss me. There was nothing holding me to this damaged world and I was okay with this.
I wanted to die. I wanted to feel death's cold call and I was desperate to answer it.
I never belonged here, not just this house or crappy town. But here, in this world. I didn't know who I was, who my blood belonged to. I didn't know what family was and frankly I didn't care.
My entire life entailed being beaten and serving Him, my foster father. The town, the school, my very own peers looked down at me. Sensed something in me that I didn't understand.
Breathing in a deep breath of stale air I felt something settle within me. This was it. The end for me.
Lifting my handful of treasures towards my bruised mouth, I froze. Voices echoed through the sparse house. A voice I recognized had my shoulders tensing in memory. The social worker. What madness was this woman there for now? The good for nothing bitch only came round when I either tried to run or she had another money scheme for them to try and weasel into.
“It'll be more money, twins Lyal, twins! It’ll be perfect for us." The excitement in the voice ended with a happy squeal.
