Souls Apart (Book 1 in the Lost Souls Trilogy) Read Free

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in a black, cast-iron, holder.   I could
see the room better now. The floor was made of wood and he’d placed some colorful
rugs onto it. There were beanbags on the floor which he used for chairs and in
the corner was a camp bed.   It was very
basic.   There was no kitchen; just a
shelf with some tins of beans on it.
    “You live here?”   I said, wondering how someone could survive
like this in the twenty-first century.
    “I like it,” he said, defensively.
    “No, I didn’t mean it like that; it’s just not like
most people’s homes.”
    He smiled “I’m not like most people.”
    I sat down on the bean bag next to him, which was
surprisingly comfortable and watched as he opened a wooden box and took out two
silver wine goblets and a bottle of red wine.
    He poured out a glass and handed it to me. “Wait here,”
he said before leaving me alone.
    I was scared now.   I took out my mobile phone so I could text my mom but there was no
signal.   I heard strange sounds outside
and for one horrible moment I seriously considered that Eddie might be plotting
to murder me.   I placed down my wine
glass.   I didn’t want to be poisoned,
thank you very much. There was a very strange atmosphere inside the hut and I
noticed that Eddie didn’t seem to have many things.   Maybe this wasn’t his real home.   Maybe this was his lair – a place where he
lured girls, plied them with drink, had his wicked way and then murdered
them.   This place was in the middle of
nowhere.   He could have buried bodies
here and got away with it. My mind was working overtime.   I was about to make a run for it and try and
find my way back, when I heard his footsteps outside the door.   He pushed it open and I noticed he had a
package in his hands.
    “We can’t have dinner without food,” he said with a
little giggle that made me feel warm inside. He opened the bag and took out
some sandwiches.   He’d made a selection
and so I took a cheese salad one.   He’d
also brought chips and some cookies. As we snuggled together I started to hate
myself for thinking such bad things about him.   He was gorgeous.   I felt so sorry
for him having to live here.
    “Where did you get these from?”   I asked pointing to the sandwiches and other
goodies he’d brought.
    “I made them earlier.   A friend of mine lets me use her kitchen.   She’s only around the corner.”
    I felt a stab of jealousy cut through me. He had a
woman friend who let him use her kitchen? She had to have ulterior motives.
Surely it wasn’t only me who could see how gorgeous he was.
    We talked for what felt like minutes but it was
actually four hours. I almost jumped when I checked my watch. “My mom will be
worried sick,” I said standing up and putting on my coat. “I’ll have to get
going”
    He, too, stood up and put his coat back on. “I’ll walk
you back, then.   I’ve had a lot of fun.”
    “Me too.”
    Our faces were close again and I felt my heart beating
so fast against my chest.   I thought I
would stop breathing. And then he kissed me.   I’ve kissed quite a few guys, but this was so different. It felt as
though we were meant to be together. It was like I’d never kissed anyone else
and it had only been him and would always be him. I didn’t want it to end, but
I thought about my poor worried Mom and so I pulled away first. I was shaking.
    “Let’s go,” he said, taking hold of my hand and
leading me out of the hut.
    As we walked back I felt a strange sense of
security.   Usually on first dates I was a
nervous wreck; wondering if we’d see each other again or if he’d let me down
gently with the promise of a phone call which would never materialize; but,
with Eddie it was different.   I knew he
felt the same way and I knew he was special.   I was going to marry him. I didn’t care that I was only seventeen.   When you meet the one, you just know.  
    He dropped me off at the end of my street and promised
to meet me again