I sigh, shaking my head. “I can’t take it with me. A car will be waiting for me when I arrive. But I want my bike in perfect condition when I get back.”
Kat grins. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”
“Hmm.No,” I reply immediately.
She feigns offense. “Excuse me? I am an excellent keeper of bikes and all sorts of vehicles.”
“You nearly crashed Vik’s car the first time you drove it.”
“I was young!”
I stare at her. “That was two years ago…”
Vik shakes his head. “You wrecked the entire right side.”
Kat waves a dismissive hand. “You two always gang up on me.”
“I’d never be on his side, my pretty Kat,” I chuckle, hugging her quickly as I finish my toast. “I’ll leave it with Vik in the garage.”
Kat pouts but doesn’t argue.
Vik looks at me seriously. “You know you’ll have to call. Every day.”
I roll my eyes. “Vik, you’re overreacting.”
“Every.Single. Day,” he insists, unwavering.
Kat nods in agreement. “Yes, and you should call me too. Send me pictures of your trip, or I’ll track you down.”
I raise an eyebrow. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that, little Kat?”
She grins. “You know it’s part of my job.”
Vik sighs and reaches over to ruffle my hair like I’m still a kid. I swat his hand away as Kat giggles. “Alright, let’s go drop you off. Go grab your stuff.”
I finish eating, head upstairs, grab my bags, and head downstairs again.
Before I leave, I step out into the yard to say goodbye to my babies. Their cute eyes follow me as I stroke their fur, “Be good until I come back. I’ll miss you. And Notch, try to play more with Mischka.” I give them a small smile, whispering a goodbye before turning to the car.
Vik and Kat are already waiting for me, and we head to the car.
I slide into the backseat, my fingers instinctively reaching for the music controls.
“Alright, you get the privilege of controlling the music for this ride just because we won’t see you for a few days.”
“Never asked for your permission. I’m already synced with your car, Vik.”
Kat shoots me a grin and high-fives me. “Please, teach this man some respect. He’s been acting way too mean lately.”
I chuckle and let the music take over.
I press play, and the first few notes ofGlass Eyescut through the silence, and suddenly I’m not just sitting in the car. I’m somewhere else. Somewhere darker. Somewhere that feels like home in the worst way.
Hey it’s me…
Damir fucked me up.
He fucked me up so bad that every time I close my eyes, I’m back there, back where a man broke me first. I can see him sometimes, Christian. He’s always here when I feel worthless, maybe because he was the one who made me believe I was to begin with.