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pummel her lifeless body.  A gunshot blasts.  It’s so loud it hurts my head.  The sound leaves a high-pitch ringing in my ears.  It makes me reach up and cover them.  I never knew sound could hurt.  I feel like my ears are bleeding.
    My hands are always covering my ears when I come to.  The sound is so real that it wakes me.  Every time is as real as the first time.  The vision never dulls.

Chapter 9
    Elle
     
    I throw myself into my work to the point of exhaustion for two non-stop days.  I think if I wear myself out enough, I’ll be too tired to dream.  Whether or not it stops the dreams from coming isn’t important, what’s important is they don’t come for the next few nights so I don’t question why.
    My phone buzzes and I reach for it.  I’ve lost track of the days.
    Dinner tomorrow night?   I miss you.
    William always confirms our date the day before.  But I’m surprised that he adds that he misses me.   We don’t talk about feelings.  We enjoy each other’s company.  We talk about work.  We eat at nice restaurants.  We have sex.  If it wasn’t for the sex part, I would classify what William and I have as a great friendship.  But the sex started us down a road to somewhere, although I have no idea where we’re heading.  I’m not even sure what William wants out of what we have.  We don’t talk about it.   We just go through the motions and that worked for me for a long time.
    I think I’ve hit a fork in the road and I need to make a decision.  Really move forward with William or start in a new direction.  I’ve stayed stagnant for too long.
    Same time, same place?   I know what his response will be before it appears on my screen.
    Yes.  Looking forward to it.
    I’ve set a mental deadline for myself.  I’m better under time constraints.  Tomorrow night I will either break it off with William or I’ll stop whatever has started with Nico.  It just doesn’t feel like the two can be mixed.
     

Chapter 10
    Nico
    Our once a month dinner at my brother’s house is always chaotic.  There are bodies rolling around the floor, furniture is tossed upside down and the television is blaring, but no one is watching it.  Growing up my mom always said she hoped we’d have a houseful of little boys to get even with what we put her through.  I look around at the seven little boys my three brothers have spawned and smile, thinking my mom got her wish.
    “You want a beer?”  Joe , my oldest brother, asks as he waves smoke from his face standing in front of the barbeque.  We’ve all told him a hundred times to lower the temperature on the grill so he doesn’t wind up in a smoke cloud that turns into a grill fire, but he’ll never freaking listen.
    “Nico doesn’t drink when he trains.”  Preach walks up behind me and slaps my shoulder as he speaks.
    Joe’s eyebrows shoot up.  “Why didn’t you tell me you finally decided to go back in the cage.  It’s about time you stop feeling sorry for yourself and get back to work.”
    “I haven’t decided to go back in the cage.”  I shoot Preach a nasty look and he smirks at me.  He knows he’s just unleashed at least an hour of lectures from my brothers and h e isn’t sorry a damn bit.
    “Oh.  You still p utting in six days a week?”  Joe flips the burgers as he speaks and I see the flames start to shoot higher.
    “Yeah.”
    “Well then shit or get off the pot, bro.”    Joe’s wife Lily walks over and yells at him to turn down the flame and he begrudgingly listens to her. 
    “It’s not that easy , Joe, and you know it.”
    “Sure it is , asswipe.  You open the cage door and you get in it.  Then you kick the crap out of the idiot standing in the other corner of the ring.”
    “Oh , is that all you do?  Why didn’t you say so sooner?”  The sarcasm dripping from my voice.  I chug my water bottle and stare at my brother.
    “Maybe I should kick your ass to get you warmed up.” Joe almost sounds like