Sneak Peek at On Mutilated Skies
Hey guyyyss! So I decided to give you guys a sneak peek at a future Mutilated book. On Mutilated Skies is book #3 in the series, and it will be from Nightmare's point of view. So, uhm, yeah. Here it is! :) <3
The city lights around us light up the street like a landing strip for an airplane. Emerson stares wide-eyed out the windshield like this is the first city she’s ever seen, and right now, in this moment with her in my passenger seat and Bleeding Sirens pouring through my car’s speakers, I feel like this is the first time I’ve ever seen this city, too. It doesn’t feel like I grew up in the town over or like my brother bought his first guitar at the music shop around the corner. This city has changed about as much as I have. Emerson rolls down the window, grabs the handle on the ceiling, and pulls the top part of her body out of the window as far as the seatbelt will allow her to go. I watch her reflection in my side mirror. Her hair flies crazily around her face, and her eyes stay wide open as she takes in everything around her. She stays like that until the Bleeding Sirens song ends and the next one starts.“OhmyGod!” she yells and falls back into the seat. “I love this song!”She reaches for the volume and turns it up as loud as it will go. She joins in with the lead singer in the middle of the first verse and sings at the top of her lungs. I’ve never seen her this happy. Maybe it’s because her other band members are too worried about her life to really let her live it. God, is that what I’ve been doing to the guys? Have I been too worried about our secret getting leaked that I won’t let them live? Emerson dances around in the seat beside me and throws her arm out the window and holds it up to the sky with her index finger and little finger stuck up. I drum along with the song against my steering wheel and watch her dance. She laughs and lets out a yell like she would at a concert at the end of her favorite song.“Brian!” she yells, pointing ahead of us.Oh shit.I stomp on the brake. The tires squeal in protest. My chest slams into the steering wheel as my car comes to an abrupt stop. Emerson’s seatbelt catches her before she can go too far.She falls back against her seat and burst into a fit of laughter. “Shit, I’m sorry,” I say. “I didn’t even see that red light. I should’ve been watching the-”I stop talking and turn slowly back toward her. “What did you call me?” I ask.
She bites down on her lip and holds my stare. A smile slowly creeps onto her face, and her eyes tell me that she knows.
Thanks for reading!Much love as always.
The city lights around us light up the street like a landing strip for an airplane. Emerson stares wide-eyed out the windshield like this is the first city she’s ever seen, and right now, in this moment with her in my passenger seat and Bleeding Sirens pouring through my car’s speakers, I feel like this is the first time I’ve ever seen this city, too. It doesn’t feel like I grew up in the town over or like my brother bought his first guitar at the music shop around the corner. This city has changed about as much as I have. Emerson rolls down the window, grabs the handle on the ceiling, and pulls the top part of her body out of the window as far as the seatbelt will allow her to go. I watch her reflection in my side mirror. Her hair flies crazily around her face, and her eyes stay wide open as she takes in everything around her. She stays like that until the Bleeding Sirens song ends and the next one starts.“OhmyGod!” she yells and falls back into the seat. “I love this song!”She reaches for the volume and turns it up as loud as it will go. She joins in with the lead singer in the middle of the first verse and sings at the top of her lungs. I’ve never seen her this happy. Maybe it’s because her other band members are too worried about her life to really let her live it. God, is that what I’ve been doing to the guys? Have I been too worried about our secret getting leaked that I won’t let them live? Emerson dances around in the seat beside me and throws her arm out the window and holds it up to the sky with her index finger and little finger stuck up. I drum along with the song against my steering wheel and watch her dance. She laughs and lets out a yell like she would at a concert at the end of her favorite song.“Brian!” she yells, pointing ahead of us.Oh shit.I stomp on the brake. The tires squeal in protest. My chest slams into the steering wheel as my car comes to an abrupt stop. Emerson’s seatbelt catches her before she can go too far.She falls back against her seat and burst into a fit of laughter. “Shit, I’m sorry,” I say. “I didn’t even see that red light. I should’ve been watching the-”I stop talking and turn slowly back toward her. “What did you call me?” I ask.
She bites down on her lip and holds my stare. A smile slowly creeps onto her face, and her eyes tell me that she knows.
Thanks for reading!Much love as always.
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