Rainer: An MC Savage Motorcycle Club Romance Novel Read Online Free Page A
Author: Trace Dex
will to do anything was gone, I only focused on myself in the darkness. It was probably how meditating felt like, but meditation wasn’t something I practiced so I’m not sure if I can exactly call it that.
The nights were long; I slept in increments of two to three hours at a time. The discomfort of my bed didn’t seem to bug me but I felt like I was starting to smell because I hadn’t showered since the day I got back.
Then it hit me — my life was plain, boring, monotonous, and every other word that can be used to describe someone who was average, or even less than average. I remember thinking there was nothing wrong with that, but after the whole kidnapping thing, I knew that I couldn’t settle living an average life anymore. That maybe the fact that I contemplated suicide all this time was because I lacked any real excitement. There was no thrill in my day-to-day life. My life was fixed on a routine: It was all work, eat, sleep, and occasionally hang with Mandy, my best and only friend.
In some strange way that I couldn’t understand, it seemed as though the kidnapping lit a fire inside of me. It made the world seem interesting again. It reminded me of the times where I’d actually be excited about something, the joy that came from new adventures and purpose. Maybe it was an adrenaline spike, or maybe I was just crazy, but I felt different… in a good way.
After I came to this realization, I finally answered Mandy’s continuous attempts to contact me. She called, texted, and messaged all my social media stuff like she always does, and eventually she invited herself over.
It wasn’t odd for her to show up unannounced. She can be annoyingly persistent. What surprised me most was how it took her three days to do it, she usually wasn’t that patient. She broke in with the key that I forgot I’d given her, which scared the shit out of me when I started hearing noises outside my room.
“Who died in here?” was the first thing she said when she came barging in. She found me sprawled across the bed and without asking me where I’d been, or if I was okay, all she said was, “Ew, you stink”. She paced around my apartment while barking nonstop like some crazy dog trying to intimidate a skateboarder that happened to be riding by. At least that’s how she sounded for the first few minutes.
Mandy eventually asked me questions about where I was, and why was I ignoring her, and a bunch of other things that she didn’t really give me time to answer. She went on for at least half an hour after I showered, bombarding me with question after question.
Then, with a huge smile across her face, she finally stopped to look at me and said, “Let’s go, I’m kidnapping you today.”
***
Candace
“Okay, so let me get this straight… you, of all the people in the whole entire world, somehow managed to get freaking kidnapped?”
“Yeah,” I said as I took a sip of coffee. “I don’t know why you have to say it like that, but yes, that’s exactly what happened.”
Mandy took me to one of those intentionally-hipster cafes near her apartment in Downtown LA. She loved going to these hip and up-and-coming places because she had a fascination with trying new things. In reality, I think she just wanted to update all her social media stuff with pictures to show how awesome and cool she was.
It would have been fine and all if it weren’t for the fact that she was hardly ever prepared for what they served on the menu. I usually avoided spots like these because their target audience made me anxious. I always felt like the people who go to these places were constantly judging my every move, so I always worried about what to order because I didn’t want to say the wrong thing.
Mandy, on the other hand, did not worry about that stuff at all. It’s not like she didn’t care, it was more about the fact that she was oblivious of what people thought of her. As embarrassing as she was at times, I admired
The nights were long; I slept in increments of two to three hours at a time. The discomfort of my bed didn’t seem to bug me but I felt like I was starting to smell because I hadn’t showered since the day I got back.
Then it hit me — my life was plain, boring, monotonous, and every other word that can be used to describe someone who was average, or even less than average. I remember thinking there was nothing wrong with that, but after the whole kidnapping thing, I knew that I couldn’t settle living an average life anymore. That maybe the fact that I contemplated suicide all this time was because I lacked any real excitement. There was no thrill in my day-to-day life. My life was fixed on a routine: It was all work, eat, sleep, and occasionally hang with Mandy, my best and only friend.
In some strange way that I couldn’t understand, it seemed as though the kidnapping lit a fire inside of me. It made the world seem interesting again. It reminded me of the times where I’d actually be excited about something, the joy that came from new adventures and purpose. Maybe it was an adrenaline spike, or maybe I was just crazy, but I felt different… in a good way.
After I came to this realization, I finally answered Mandy’s continuous attempts to contact me. She called, texted, and messaged all my social media stuff like she always does, and eventually she invited herself over.
It wasn’t odd for her to show up unannounced. She can be annoyingly persistent. What surprised me most was how it took her three days to do it, she usually wasn’t that patient. She broke in with the key that I forgot I’d given her, which scared the shit out of me when I started hearing noises outside my room.
“Who died in here?” was the first thing she said when she came barging in. She found me sprawled across the bed and without asking me where I’d been, or if I was okay, all she said was, “Ew, you stink”. She paced around my apartment while barking nonstop like some crazy dog trying to intimidate a skateboarder that happened to be riding by. At least that’s how she sounded for the first few minutes.
Mandy eventually asked me questions about where I was, and why was I ignoring her, and a bunch of other things that she didn’t really give me time to answer. She went on for at least half an hour after I showered, bombarding me with question after question.
Then, with a huge smile across her face, she finally stopped to look at me and said, “Let’s go, I’m kidnapping you today.”
***
Candace
“Okay, so let me get this straight… you, of all the people in the whole entire world, somehow managed to get freaking kidnapped?”
“Yeah,” I said as I took a sip of coffee. “I don’t know why you have to say it like that, but yes, that’s exactly what happened.”
Mandy took me to one of those intentionally-hipster cafes near her apartment in Downtown LA. She loved going to these hip and up-and-coming places because she had a fascination with trying new things. In reality, I think she just wanted to update all her social media stuff with pictures to show how awesome and cool she was.
It would have been fine and all if it weren’t for the fact that she was hardly ever prepared for what they served on the menu. I usually avoided spots like these because their target audience made me anxious. I always felt like the people who go to these places were constantly judging my every move, so I always worried about what to order because I didn’t want to say the wrong thing.
Mandy, on the other hand, did not worry about that stuff at all. It’s not like she didn’t care, it was more about the fact that she was oblivious of what people thought of her. As embarrassing as she was at times, I admired
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