All Chapters of Belongs To Me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ollie. "My sigh carried the silence of peace and resonated with my soul. And with a little luck, his too."Ollie."My dissatisfied whining."Ollie!"My cry at the climax of the nights that only belonged to the two of us.His face is indelible and burned into my memories. Indestructible.Long black hair all around shaved and pulled into a ponytail. A silver tunnel in each ear. So the left one was decorated with three more surgical steel earrings. Tongue piercing. The scar under my eyebrows and the bewitching look of the chocolate eyes, which darkened with desire and hid so many secrets that I had no idea. And also the body of a demigod.9Just looking at him for more than three seconds made me press my thighs together. And what if he looked at me.But it has been more than five years.Five.And he kept coming back to me in his dreams.Just like today.I woke up sweaty with a fading orgasm and a blanket crumpled between my thighs. My heart was pounding and I could barely breathe smoothl

I stood in the bathroom, staring in the mirror at my reflection. Neither he nor I felt like what was to come today. I felt torn inwardly while he looked so outward. The long black hair, pulled down in a ponytail, already needed a fresh bottom. In each ear a silver tunnel, the left is decorated with three more surgical steel earrings. He had ugly dark circles under his brown eyes, and the scar under his left eyebrow seemed even brighter white than ever. He wasn't ready for it. Neither he nor I.I let the cold water run in the sink and waited a while for it to run out to be icy. I then rinsed my face several times. It was like a freezing slap that didn't work for me anyway.But it was worth a try.I dried myself, glanced at the mirror again, and tried to smile.My facial muscles contracted and my reflection looked like he was having a kidney colic.1Oh great.I removed the strange grin from my face and left the bathroom. I returned to the room, ignored the general mess, and headed for m

Every single word dug into me like a shard. Like a strange judgment on our past and my own decision that Ollie didn't want to accept at the time.My hands were shaking, so I dug my fingers into my thighs with force.And he didn't miss it. The whole damn time he was stalking me like a beast preying on him.And the song relentlessly continued. "Is this really how it ends? Is this how we say goodbye? I should have known from the beginning that you would bring me to tears one day. It breaks my heart to see you running away from me because I know you're living a lie. But that's okay, baby, because in time you'll find that... you only get what you give. You only get what you give..."The last sentence was repeated over and over, and I was probably getting dizzy. Because somewhere inside I felt the truth in that text, which hit me to the core.But Ollie didn't give me a break. He pulled the microphone from the stand and jumped off the stage, and I watched in horror as he came straight toward

I hid in a corner for the rest of the rehearsal, but I definitely made sure I had a good view of the stage. I kept thinking about what June had said to me outside. I still had to think about myself and David. On myself and Ollie.And my hand itched too. A part of me desperately wanted to reach for the pendant in my purse and put it back around my neck.I think Ollie was responsible for that particular part. Watching him sing was just as fascinating to me as it was five years ago. Every time he started, closed his eyes, and immersed himself in the music, he gave himself and his soul to it. It wasn't just singing for him. It was his passion, his life. One of the few things that really made him happy. I understood this a long time ago.In addition, it seemed to me that he had improved a lot during that time and was singing. He was more precise and controlled his voice with more confidence. One moment it sounded perfectly clear, and the next it was a deep growl that assaulted

I had a fight with my mom.Because of that guy she had a crush on at the beginning of December.I seriously didn't understand why he was defending him. At first glance you could tell he was a jerk and a bum, so why didn't she see that? After all, when they met in the dirtiest bar in town, what could possibly have come out of it? And what exactly did that say about my mom?I just didn't understand why he should be spending Christmas with us after twenty-three days of a so-called relationship. It's not that I'm a bit squeamish about these holidays, but it wasn't appropriate. I've been on edge like this since the beginning of December. And it got worse every day as that date approached with inexorable certainty. Today's date.It's bullshit.Of course it is. Solve dates and count days. I had a feeling that this was not going to work. Day of the Dead, going to the cemetery. What's the point of having a date marked on the calendar for me to mourn in the first place, when the grie