I want to. I don’t want to be controlled by my past. I want to know that no matter what evil works to infiltrate my thoughts, I’m at peace enough in my mind that it doesn’t matter.”
“Freedom,” I cough out before I’ve realized I’ve spoken. “You want freedom.”
Her eyes settle on me, our stare catching and holding on for a drawn -out breath.
“Like you,” she whispers, more to herself than me.
“Like me,” I concur.
An understanding settles between us, one neither of us was ready to come to terms with.
Camryn Rein and I have been fighting our similarities from the moment our paths crossed. It’s useless to continue to fight it. We’re the same because we’re broken. We’re haunted by thoughts that are stronger than anything either of us have come up against. I tackle mine with anger, with fury; more often than not failing. Camryn combats hers by hiding, which is as pointless as what I do with my fists. Her demons are part of her, in actuality, she’s hiding with her greatest fears; isolated and alone giving them more and more power as she becomes weaker.
“Just because we’re the same doesn’t make us friends,” she implores, her eyes drilling into mine in panic.
Calm down, sweetheart.
“Wouldn’t dream we were anything but enemies, beauty.”
“You’re not my enemy either,” she declares haughtily. “That would mean I feel something for you. I don’t. Not hate, not indifference. I feel nothing. To me, you are nothing.”
She’s arguing with herself, forcing that niggling feeling craving my company, to believe her words. “Who you tryin’ to convince?” I tease, not letting myself be cut down by her words.. “Me? Or yourself. You pushed yourself into my world, not the other way around. I couldn’t give a flying shit what you think of me, Rein. But don’t stand under my fucking roof and disrespect me while I’m doin’ you a favor.”
She swallows thickly at the bite in my tone.
“You wanna be indifferent toward me,” I tell her. “But you’re not. No more than I am to you. You might have hate in your sad little heart for me, but you have more for yourself in there. You hate that you crave my company. You fucking despise that you’re starting to believe that I am the one person in your life that might truly understand you and still enjoy being around you. I know all that, because it’s exactly how I feel.”
Straightening her shoulders, her hand brushes her forehead, removing the thick lock of hair that has escaped her ponytail. “I don’t want to be your friend.” The broken whisper is full of devastation, she hates that she’s found herself in this situation, worse, she hates that she doesn’t want to change it.
“Feeling’s mutual, sweetheart.” I stand. “I don’t need friends. But how about you chill out on the forced animosity, yeah? I won’t fucking tell anyone you don’t hate me as much as you pretend you do.” I move toward her, holding my hand out for her.
She slides the smooth line of her palm into mine, letting me pull her upright. “Promise?”
Body pressed against mine, our hands still entwined, I nod. “I ain’t got any friends to spill your secrets too. Now, a hundred skip jumps.”
She pushes at my chest and if I’m not mistaken she keeps contact just a second longer than necessary. “I changed my mind. I do fucking hate you. You’re evil and enjoy human suffering.”
“Not gonna argue with you.” I smirk at her, holding the skip rope out for her.
Yanking it from my grasp, I’m pretty certain she calls me a cunt, the word mumbled too low for me to actually hear.
She’s thinner than I realized. Her body bordering on fragile. Not unhealthy by any means, but slight in stature. Her hipbones are easily noticeable in her yoga pants, her ass not exactly what you’d call plump, but pert enough to take notice. Her wrist would easily be half that of mine, her fingers long and slender. I’d imagine her tits would be small, less than a handful. But perky, like the rest of her body.
Her dark hair would easily reach her ass if she let it free, skin like gold, clusters of dark freckles that dance across her face, begging to be traced. Eyes like the blue of a sapphire you know you can’t afford, she fucking prides herself on being unattainable.
Camryn shares limited similarities to her sister. They look as incongruent as their personalities. While Codi is a wet dream to