DESECRATING SOLOMON 3
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***** Teaser #1*****
If the driver stopped, then it would be the sign she needed.
It meant she should go on. Do the thing that seemed right.
She stumbled along the side of the road, her arm shaking with the brutal weight of longing in her body. Longing for life and love. And Solomon.
She closed her eyes when the tears stung them.
Please don’t stop, please don’t stop, she hoped to herself.
No, that was selfish. They should stop. They should stop and end it all.
The vehicle slowly rumbled past. She watched out of the corner of her eye, relief and joy making her breaths come in ragged half sobs. It passed her. Her cross had passed her, the cruel fate had passed her by and she could turn around, that was the sign. She didn’t need to go, she could turn around and–
Brake lights lit up the night and Chaos’s legs turned to cement. She stood like a statue and stared at the red demon eyes that had suddenly wakened. They peered at her, seeming to smile. It had been a joke. Its evil chuckle rumbled out of the idling engine saying ‘stupid girl’.
Chaos couldn’t move. She stood there, fighting to get air as she stared at those mean red eyes.
Come and get your fate. This is your fate.
Her legs moved her forward, her body carrying out the sentence that was hers to take. She could always count on her reflexes to do what they should, even though her mind hesitated and debated and questioned. And begged.
She approached the pickup truck, staring at the back glass to see if she might know the driver. But there was something obstructing her view of them. She put her hand on the truck-bed as she navigated the rocky shoulder to the passenger door.
She slowly cleared the black cab and peered into the passenger window.
“You need a ride, get in,” the old man said, like he was angry that she was taking so long.
She looked at the door handle, her heart hammering as her breaths shook out. She glanced at the road stretching behind the truck, searching for another sign. Another one saying no. Don’t go. It’s okay, you don’t need to.
She raced teary eyes desperately over the dark forest staring back at her. Staring at the girl with no real name, no life, and pronouncing judgement. Condemned it said. She was condemned, and the deafening silence sealed her tomb.
The weight of the end crushed her chest, making it a fight to breathe. If she opened the door, she was laying down to die. There was no turning back.
“I ain’t got all night, you comin or not,” the man whined.
Her mind replayed Solomon fighting not to be shoved into that coffin, screaming and thrashing. Her thumb pressed the button on the door handle in answer. Because her body knew. Knew what was right even when her mind didn’t. It did what needed doing.
JOIN MY DARK GROUP…
DOORS OPEN FOR A LIMITED TIME.
ENTER AT YOUR MENTAL RISK.
THERE IS A DARKNESS IN THERE THAT HUNGERS TO ROMANTICALLY DEVOUR YOU