Oceans Collide
Page 22
I ran frantically into the bathroom searching the drawers for razors, NOTHING! I flung my boxes of my belongings around and emptied all of the contents. NOT ONE FUCKING RAZOR! I ran down the hall tripping over the chairs and rugs trying to get to Law’s bathroom. He had to have something; please, I needed to find something. I rummaged through his belongings and there was nothing. FUCK! I spun around and around grabbing and pulling at my hair. I ran out of the room, and into the office room, and that’s when the demon spoke to me.
It wanted me to break the glass table and grab the sharpest piece of glass I could find. I stood frozen in the doorway, looking at my beautiful office space that Law had created for me, but the need to cause myself pain was highly overriding any other rational thought. I ran behind the desk, picked up the heavy leather chair, and smashed it as hard as I could onto the desk. On the fourth smash, the desk along with the computers, and everything else, fell to the tile floor, shattering everything into a million pieces. I fell to the floor and crawled around cutting my hands and knees, trying to find that perfect piece of glass. Blood was pooling beneath my hands as I frantically searched under the broken debris until the shiny and sharp shard of glass caught my eye.
My heart raced and the hot and cold sweat started pouring from my forehead into my eyes stinging them, but I just rubbed the sweat away. I picked up the piece of glass and squeezed it tightly in my hand, watching my blood drip down my arm and onto the already bloodied floor beneath me.
As the impulse to cut myself started to take over, a glimpse of Ocean barged into my senses. The salty and spicy smell of him, the touch of his lips on the base of my neck, and the way he held me overwhelmed me, and I started crying again. I looked around me, terrified at what I’d done just to give in to my demons, but there was no turning back. There was only one thing left to do now.
After this, no one would want me, but more importantly, Ocean would no longer want me. Needing to hear his voice one last time with my piece of glass clutched in my palm, I ran to the front door where my phone laid. I grabbed it and dialed Ocean’s number, and he answered on the first ring.
“Baby, you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get pissed. Baby?”
The sound of his deep voice pushed me over the edge, and I fell down onto the floor again as the sobs completely took over. I couldn’t breathe through the screams coming out of me, and every time I tried to draw in a breath, my chest and lungs burned.
“FUCK, LAW. DRIVE FASTER. GO, GO, GO!” Was the last thing I heard before I launched the phone across the room, hearing it smash against the wall and crumble to the floor.
This was it! This was what I was destined to become. I was destined to be alone and die alone. My mother hated me and killed herself because of me, and now the only anchor, the only true piece of my happier days, was dying or dead already. Why not die along with them. My baby brother never got the chance to breathe life, so what made me so special or any different? Ocean didn’t need me, and Law didn’t need me. No one needed me anymore, and hell, I didn’t even need myself. I was useless, worthless, and a waste of space. I looked down at my legs, letting my demons take over. I leaned up against the wall bracing myself for the pain, and frantically, sliced at my thighs. As the warm liquid started to flow from my open cuts, I tried to relish in the pain, but it wasn’t enough. I was hurting too much, and it was nothing like I’d felt before. I needed to end this. I needed to end me. I raised my arm up turning my wrist to see the faint veins bulging underneath my battered and bruised arm.
My veins were taunting me, begging me to cut them open and let them bleed. They were begging me to let them take my pain away, and I wanted it. I held up the piece of glass to my wrist, and as the front door started to open in one quick movement, I dug the glass into my wrist and sliced up toward my elbow until I had no strength left in me to keep going. The pain was bliss, and I was letting it take me away. I was letting it take me away forever. I was no longer drowning in an ocean; I had already drowned.
“No, baby, no! Livie… Livie, open your yes. LAW, CALL THE FUCKING AMBULANCE. Don’t leave me, baby, please. I can’t fucking lose you, too. LAW! I love you, Livie, don’t leave me, please!”
Goodbye, Ocean. I’ll love you always and forever…
BOOKS by M.A. De Olmos
Hearts by Fire
NA Paranormal Romance
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The Ocean Trilogy
NA Contemporary Romance Series
Oceans Collide
Book One
Oceans Submerged
Book Two - 2014 Release
Oceans Breakthrough
Book Three - 2014 Release
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Brent My Mistake
NA Contemporary Romance
2014 Release
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
I would first and foremost like to thank you, the reader, for taking a risk and stepping into my world. I hope that you enjoyed the journey of Oceans Collide, and hope that you will consider following this roller coaster all the way through the series. I would love to hear from my readers with feedback and ideas. This includes the ‘what I loved and what I didn’t love so much’ about this book, and all of my work. Again, thank you for spending your time with me on this journey, and I hope to become one of your favorite Indie Authors.
M.A De Olmos
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My name is Melissa DeOlmos, an aspiring author and a newbie to the world of indie writing. I live in sunny side Palm Bay, Florida with my two lovely crazies ages five and two, along with my Law Enforcement champ of a husband.
I could say that writing novels has been a passion that I’ve always pursued, but I can’t. Writing for me has always been my own secret escape into a land of wonders and opportunities. Filled with love and so much trouble, I sometimes wonder if I need medication for the stories that pop into my head.
I have now decided to share my mystical mind and stories with the world so, hopefully, others may also find that little something extra they’ve been looking for within my stories. Thank you and I hope you enjoy my books.