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Read Online Continuous version. But the longer I played here, each week the crowd seemed to grow. A crowd is a good thing. You do realize that's what the whole performing thing is all about, don't you? I huffed a response. His grin widened as he cupped both his hands on the outside edges of the doorframe, letting the wood support him as he rocked back on his heels, just as casual as could be.
It provided enough money to get me by, since I sure as shit wouldn't accept any more money from my brother. I'd stopped letting him take care of me the moment I walked out his door three years ago.
But more than that was the thrill of stepping out on that tiny stage. The freedom I found in the song. And if I was being honest? Maybe,,,maybe some part of the name reminded me of her.
A beacon casting its light on murky, dangerous waters. Calling the lost from the storm. Let me grab my stuff. The grainy, worn wood felt like relief in my hands.
It had been my fifteenth birthday present from Sebastian, or Baz like everyone called him. He'd told me music was in my blood. That it bound us together in some way. And no matter how fucking far I'd run from it, I knew he was right.
That he and I were somehow bound. Just the same as I was bound to the sea. Damian lifted his chin.
Quit being a goddamned buzzkill. You could at least come with me this one time. I mean, it's no Hawaii, but the waves around here are killer. Fucking cold as shit, but you can take it. Told you before, I'm not interested. You've been up and down the coast, hugging the ocean the whole damned time because you refuse to go anywhere else, and I'd put down bets you haven't even dipped your big toe in the water. Not once. You scared or something?
The word didn't come close to describing what the thought of getting in the ocean did to me, the confused torment that would forever keep me attracted and repelled. I shrugged like it didn't matter when it mattered more than anything.
Like he hadn't just scraped right across a wound so raw it would never heal. Not because I didn't trust him. But because there wasn't a soul in the world who could truly understand. Not one who would get why I was compelled to stand at the ocean's feet, bound to it like a prisoner. Just the same as I was forbidden from it like a castaway. The only soul who could was gone.
Guilt threatened to rise like the blackest storm. Sent to swallow and devour. Clenching my jaw, I beat it down. Since I'd left L. Pounding it back. Pretending I wasn't consumed by the memories of what I'd done. By what I'd destroyed. By every fucked-up mistake I'd made since. God knew, there were too many to count. You'd think I'd learn. That I'd figure out a way to stop ruining all the good things I was given.
That hollowed-out vacancy in my chest throbbed like a bitch. You had to wonder how many holes could be torn into your spirit, gouged into your heart, until there weren't any pieces left to hold you together anymore. Damian groaned, but with zero frustration behind it. Instead it was packed with a load of careless ease. Not a care in the damned world. If I didn't like the guy so much, it would drive me straight out of my mind.
Hell, I bet it's just an act. Everywhere we go, the girls go crawling all over you. Think you've perfected tall, dark, and mysterious. I'm about to start asking for pointers. You just sit back, not saying a word, and they start orbiting like you're the goddamned sun or some shit.
While I'm over here working my ass off to get one to look my way. More like a black hole. But whatever. Just because I was a loner didn't mean I didn't enjoy a little company every now and then. I'd purged a lot of vices from my life. That was one I wasn't giving up. Learned the hard way,,,in the long run making attachments just turned around and bit you in the ass.
Or you just destroyed them yourself. You crushed the flickers of joy because you couldn't be trusted to keep them safe.
To keep her safe. Because you were a failure and all your good intentions turned to shit. So you just slid through life pretending you didn't hurt and miss and wish you could go back to the beginning.
Make it right. All the while knowing you'd probably turn around and fuck it all up again, anyway. Damian rapped his knuckles on the outside wall. You're going to turn into a vampire or something equally as scary if you keep wasting around in this dive night after night. My cousin's place in San Francisco is totally chill for you to come out and play next month. August 14th. It's pretty kickass. Good money. You game? Did my best to ignore the way the letter folded up in my back pocket suddenly felt like it weighed a million pounds.
Three years since I'd seen my brother's face. Three years since I'd seen the guys in the band. So much had changed in their lives since I'd left. And God, I wanted to be different, too, but I was a whole lot of the same.