Twisted Love

Lara My phone rings behind me sitting on the edge of the countertop, snapping me out of the memory-filled haze I was in. The hurt from that day, when Elijah told me about Kol, started to creep back into my heart. I could feel the shock settling into my veins, and flowing through my body even though it had been months now since I found out. I stood next to the kitchen counter, my feet planted on the cold wood cracked floor. my eyes scan the screen seeing familiar names and pictures. My eyebrows furrow. He hadn’t called in months and now here he was calling for the third time since yesterday. I sigh staring down at the picture as my thoughts run away from me. I remember that day like it was yesterday actually. He had surprised me with a trip to watch the sunset, the cotton candy clouds posing behind him…almost hiding. The clouds knew they were nothing in comparison to him. The playful look on his face. I think about him not wanting his picture taken…he never wanted me to tak

Kol slams the door behind him, his eyes closing as he leaned his head into his hands for a few moments. He just gave in to the hurt, and that resulted in him losing control over his emotions, and the rage set in—before he knew what he was even doing, he balls his hand into a fist and swings his arm, hearing the sound of drywall breaking beneath his fist. “Fuck!” Flies from his mouth and into the air as he watches the small pieces of drywall fall to the floor. He stared at the hole in the wall, his jaw clenched and anger pumping through his veins. The overwhelming stinging that started in his knuckles seemed to climb up his arm. Blood trickles down his scarred knuckles as he trudges through his house. He stopped at his bedroom door, reaching for a picture on the wall— Lara painted it. His fingers wrapped around the top and pulled it off the nail only to let go of it with force and he watched it fall to the floor, glass shattering from the frame— he moved past it, and into his dresser

Lara I added blush to my cheeks and I heard the front door open as I brushed my teeth. “Laraaaaaa!” I hear Elijah’s voice ring up through the small apartment. He had a key and always let himself in, which I didn’t mind. I look down over the loft railing seeing him on his phone. I stare down with the toothbrush in my mouth. “I’ll be right down,” I mumbled as the minty suds dripped down my lips onto my chin. I eventually made my way down the stairs grabbing my purse from the kitchen counter. “Ready?” I smile softly, trying not to let the thoughts of Kol creep into my mind and ruin today... What if we see him there? What if he’s with someone else? What if he ignores me? I mean I did tell him I hated him. My thoughts come to an immediate stop as I step outside and the sun hits my skin. I smile, looking upwards with my eyes closed and letting the sun wash over my face. A few moments later I opened my eyes and saw Elijah smiling. “You’re such a weirdo sometimes,” he rolls his e

Lara As soon as the door shuts behind us I kick my shoes off, leaving them piled with other shoes by the door. It was awkward and quiet as he walked towards the large window overlooking the small city and the ocean. The moonlight beamed through the window and fell across his face, illuminating his eyes as he stared out at the headlights on the streets below us. “I didn’t let you in to stare out the window like a creep,” I grumble, half annoyed and half uncomfortable. It wasn’t comfortable having him around anymore. We both felt it. I could hear an airly chuckle escaping his lips before a small smirk formed on his lips, he closed the blinds. “Promise me two things, Lara Jane…” Kol clears his throat, “I don’t want to boss you around and I know I don’t have the right to make you promise me anything after what I did.” Kol turned to face me, there was a slight hint of worry and fear in his eyes. I motioned for Kol to finish his train of thought. I just wanted this all over with. “Do

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Kol shakes his hand as he curses. He stared down at his hand, the skin split open and red liquid dripping down towards his arm. He stares at the broken mirror in front of him. Blood smeared across the shattered glass, and his dark eyes stared back at him—a shattered version of himself, how fitting. “Kol!” He heard his name being called from the other room, making him roll his eyes. “What the fuck do you need? Can’t I have just a fucking second to myself?” He spits the words out as he pushed through the bathroom door, holding his knuckles wrapped in a washcloth. “Why are you so fucking pissy— holy fuck! What did you do?” Elijah’s eyes widen as he sees the once white washcloth covered, in bright red blood. Kol's eyes snap from his hand to Elijah's face. “I’m in the mood to hit shit, keep asking dumb fucking questions and it’ll be you instead of the mirror.” He flashes him a fake smile—he could feel his rage and his wolf trying to force its way to the surface, to