Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Not that living with Colt is terrible or anything like that. But it isn’t always easy to live together with all this shit between us. His undying hope that sometimes seems a lot more like delusion. All the terrible memories. There are moments when I look at him, and I might as well be back in that basement.
But I can’t leave him. I don’t want to, either. I don’t want to be without him, even if it means having to remember. It isn’t as if I’d be able to forget, anyway.
“I wish Nix could visit her.” He opens the refrigerator door and pulls out a bottle of water, which he opens and hands to me like it’s second nature before taking one for himself. “I think he’d feel a lot better if he did. I know I do. Like it’s a way of reminding myself why we had to do all that shit and keep his secrets.” He rarely, if ever, speaks of James. I’m certainly fine with that.
“You kept her alive. You did everything you could for her. I’m sure she would’ve done anything she could for you, too.”
He wraps his arms around me. “Thank you. I hope you know how much I love you.”
I lean into him, enjoying his warmth. “I love you too.”
The End… for now.
Thank you for reading Lock me Inside. Please keep reading for a bonus chapter told from Colt’s perspective. Trust me. You DO NOT want to skip it.
Told from Colt’s perspective
“What a way to make an exit.” I chuckle as I follow her out of the restaurant. I didn’t want to be there either, so I’m actually glad Leni is playing sick.
“Look. I’m really not feeling well. Can you please just leave me alone?” Leni pushed past the hostess. Using her shoulder, she presses open the heavy door leading to the street. Stepping outside, she sucks in an audible breath. Her shoulders lift before dropping back down with an exhale.
Just as I’m about to call her out for acting, I realize her body is swaying from side to side. Her legs start to shake, and she looks like she is about to hit the ground.
Nix appears at my side. We reach for her at the same time, keeping her upright by holding onto her arms on either side. Her head lolls to the side, her body about to give out.
“What the fuck did you take?” Nix snaps.
“Hydrocodone… it’s just for pain.” Her voice is nothing more than a sleepy whisper.
“That’s some strong shit. How much champagne did you drink?”
“Um, two… I think.”
“Great. Can you go and get the car? I don’t feel like carrying her,” I tell Nix. Even though I wouldn't mind carrying her, I do, however, want a moment alone with her. Nix curses under his breath and disappears down the alley toward the parking lot.
Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her closer, holding up most of her weight now. Her silky red hair dances in the wind. Parts of it reflect the colorful neon sign from above the restaurant, making her skin glow.
Closing her eyes, she actually leans against me. Her head ends up on my chest, her arms hanging useless by her side. If I wasn’t already sure she was really out of it, I am certain now. Clearheaded Leni would never lean on me like this. She would never be this trusting.
“Don’t drool on my shirt,” I whisper when she cuddles up to me even more. I don’t really care if she messes up my shirt. She looks up at me like she’s about to say something, but her lips stay sealed while her eyes slowly close. Her facial features relax, and her legs give out completely.
A moment later, Nix pulls up, parking a few feet away from us. Noticing she is out completely now, he gets out and opens the back door. I carry her to the car and place her limp body on the back seat. She instantly relaxes. Curling up on her side, she tucks her hands under her head like a pillow.
“You’d better get in with her or buckle her up or something.” Nix isn’t wrong, especially considering he is driving. My brother takes the speed limit more as a suggestion than a requirement.
I close the door at her feet carefully and walk around to the other side. There, I slide my hands under her head and lift her up slowly, just enough for me to sit down and let her head rest on my knee.
Her breathing remains even, her body motionless beside the subtle rising and falling of her chest. Her red hair fans over my leg, and I use the moment to catch a few strands between my fingers.
Even though the sun has already set, there is plenty of light in the city illuminating the inside of the car. Enough to see the freckles painted over the bridge of her nose and the frown line between her brows. I run the pad of my thumb over the creases, trying to flatten them out. She looks so much better smiling.