True North Book 3 - Finding Now Kate and Sam by Allie Juliette Mousseau Read Free Book Online Page A

sink. The bottom two were empty while the top held a nail file, pair of scissors, tweezers and deodorant.
    “What the fuck? How does she live with nothing?” None of it made sense.
    I heard her cough and raced back to the bed. She spoke something unintelligible and shifted to her side.
    I tried to tell myself she was alright, that I could leave now, but I didn’t believe it. And besides that, a part of me didn’t want to leave; I wanted to know why she lived like this. What had happened today? Why she was taking this crap-ass medicine and who the hell was Soul-sucking Headshrink?
    Careful not to disrupt her, I covered her with the brown and white bed quilt and then settled myself back onto the loveseat and put a movie on my phone to watch. I had a feeling it was going to be a long night if she didn’t wake up and kick my ass out.

    Chapter Five
    “Use Somebody”
    Kings of Leon
     
    Catherine
    Shadow in the blackest night
    False hope is all I’ve got
    There is no such thing as light
    And now I am so lost
     
    This wasn’t always me
    I buried that one six feet under
    So you could never see
    Where I’ve hidden all that hunger
     
    I’m not here (I’m shattered in a million pieces)
    Scattered in the wind (My soul is filled with graveyard places)
    I’m not here
    You think you see me
    But I’m far away from here
     
    Snowfall covered trees
    Veins too frozen now to bleed
    Waiting in the dark
    Maybe now I want someone to see
     
    The final hour is coming
    When the pain just might drown
    And win the battle finally
    If I am not found
     
    “Hey.” Sam’s voice floated across the room, cutting through my thoughts.
    I closed my poetry book and set it and my pen in my bedside table drawer. “Hey back at ya,” I said softly. I had woken up hours ago and had been startled to see him asleep on the loveseat. Everything that happened had come rushing back; the phone call, the panic attack, puking in front of Sam North. I’d had plenty of time to work through the embarrassment, now I was just grateful.
    “You look a lot better.” He sat up and ran his long fingers through his hair, raking his bangs off his eyes. “I didn’t know who to call and I was worried about leaving you alone. I hope you don’t mind that I commandeered your couch.”
    “No. I don’t mind. I might still be behind the building if you hadn’t been there.” Or worse, someone would have called an ambulance and it would’ve started all over again.
    “Nice place you’ve got here.”
    I was glad he changed the subject. “Yeah it was a lucky find,” I agreed. “I made some coffee.” I pulled myself off my already made bed. I had showered and was now in a pair of drawstring shorts and a U of W sweatshirt. “How do you take it?”
    “Black is fine.”
    I brought him the mug and set it on the coffee table in front of him. “Thanks for what you did.”
    He had no idea how hard it was for me to have a normal conversation. I had closed myself off for so long. I didn’t know what to say or even how to act. There was no “being myself,” because I didn’t know who that was.
    Sam sipped at his coffee. “Zoka?”
    “You know your coffees.” He made me want to smile, but even the idea of it made me feel guilty and sad, so I fought it.
    He needed to leave.
    “I’d offer you breakfast, but I don’t keep much food in the place,” I admitted.
    “Yeah, I noticed that. But it’s a good excuse to ask you out for breakfast,” he said assuredly.
    “I’m not a big breakfast eater.”
    “Then lunch,” he said as if there was no question about it. “Oh, and I need a laundry room.” He stood up and stretched. He wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of dark jeans and his leather bands and a necklace—a thin suede strand with a silver pendant. He was shirtless and barefoot and looked like sex. I was still human, and he was chiseled hard marble covered with soft flesh colored in ink.
    “Laundry?” I asked absentmindedly.
    “Yeah, it got kind of