The Thousand Year Curse (The Curse Books) by Taylor Lavati Read Free Book Online Page B

wash my hands for a week. He now comes home for lunch every single Saturday claiming I may relapse.  
    This shower is hardly relaxing, though. My mind won't stop reeling with random thoughts filling it. I can't get those bright green eyes out of my mind. They are so familiar. It must be because of my dream.  
    How can I dream about someone I've never met?  
    I let out all of my frustration, letting myself cry like I am dying. The water washes all the tears away like a bad nightmare. How did I get pegged as the gay girl? Something has to be royally fucked up in Becca's life that she needs to make my life worse than hers. My tears start to feel like razorblades running down my cheeks. Strangely the pain feels good.  
    "Are you okay?" I hear the door to the bathroom creak open. Quickly, I wipe away any stray tears and put on my mask of indifference.  
    Is this curtain see-through? Crap, he's in the same room as me while I'm naked. I cover myself up with my hands even though I doubt it will help.  
    "I'm f-fine." I get out, my voice betraying me as I wonder what he's doing in here.  
    "Okay." He mutters as he shuts the door. I let out a breathe of relief that I'm alone again.  
    This is the second time Ollie has helped me from Becca. Well, he didn't really help me today. More like cleaned up after the fact but still. Maybe I can tell him about my dreams. He seems like he would understand me.  
    I finish up my shower and cry fest, shutting the water off before getting dressed in Ollie's clothes, loving how they smell exactly like him. It's like being wrapped up in his body.  
    When Ollie is near me a sense of security encompasses me like he will protect me from anything. He did say he promised to never let anyone hurt me.  
    I find some mens deodorant under the sink and roll it over me. At least I'll smell good. The combination of mens shampoo, body wash, and deodorant has me all male.  
    I walk out of the bathroom and spot Ollie sitting rigid on the couch. Something has him all tense and tortured. I don't want to ruin his night. This is his party, he should be having fun not babysitting me.  
    "Are you okay?" I ask as I touch his shoulder. He shudders a little and I pull my hand back worried. This is all my fault.  
    "Yeah, I'm good." He claims his posture instantly relaxing. "Junior was looking for you." He says, finally looking over at me.
    "Oh no!" I exclaim, checking my phone for a response. Something has to be up, that phone is his extra appendage and he hasn't responded yet. "Where is he?" I ask Ollie in a panicked voice thinking he left.  
    "He's downstairs. I had to carry him to the bathroom. Kid was throwing up every where." Ollie expresses with a disgusted scowl on his face. I laugh a little but stop when Ollie glares at me. I pause thinking he's mad at me, but then he bursts out giggling. Who knew a guy giggling could be so hot?  
    "I'm so sorry!" I say to him feeling the need to apologize for Junior's behavior. The fact that Junior is even alive after all his drinking is a blessing. You would think he had a high tolerance but nope, lightweight all the way.  
    "Let's go find him." I say as I start walking towards the door.
    "Wait." Ollie remarks and I stop, turning back to face him. "Are you okay, Ryder?" He seems genuinely concerned for me but I don't want to cry any more.  
    "I'm good." I respond but I'm not fooling him.  
    "Come here." He coaxes and I obey his command. He opens his arms for me and I sit on his lap resting my head on his chest as he holds me still, stroking my hair methodically.  
    His voice is so beautiful as he hums softly to me. I can't help the tears that form in my eyes but I am strong so I hold it all in. His hand grazes my cheek and butterflies flutter in my stomach loving the contact.
    For once they aren't the anxious butterflies. After all the bad stuff that went down today, in this moment, I am happy. I lean into his strong frame and let him lull me into a happy place