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Authors: Ker Dukey
Vacant (Empathy #3)
Vacant
Copyright © 2015 Ker Dukey
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This book is the work of fiction any resemblance to any person alive or dead is purely coincidental. The characters and story are created from the Author’s imagination. Any shared files without the author’s permission will be subject to prosecution.
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Warning.
This book contains dark themes that some people may find offensive.
If sensitive to graphic violence and mastermind fuckery, this title is not for you so please don’t read.
NOTE TO READER:
To fully enjoy this title you would have to have already devoured Empathy and embraced your depravities reading book two, Desolate. You, like me are a glutton for punishment! You wanted more and they didn’t want to stop talking . . . so here it is.
For Jodi Marie Maliszewski, the dirty slut who’s potty mouth needs fucking. I love you . . . you brighten my day!
I’M LONELY. THE WORLD AROUND me moves, breathes, lives but I’m more disconnected from it than ever before. Knowing Ryan could still be alive and out there somewhere. Knowing when the sun heats my skin it could be shining down, warming his in the same moment, makes my heart race and sorrow takes me in its fierce grip. You still mourn the loss of someone even if they could have lived; if they’re lost to you the pain is still as severe as if they died. When the wind whispers through the trees, I imagine it’s him calling to me but he never appears. He hides from me in the shadows of my dreams. And even when my mind lets me venture into the darker corners to reach for him with my arms outstretched, my fingertips searching, I still cannot find him.
I love my parents and miss them now that I’m away at college. But it’s a dull throb, unlike the ache from missing Ryan; that pain is a presence constantly under my skin, scratching and burning in my veins. College gives me some freedom from my dad’s ever-watchful eye, and some days it doesn’t take as much effort to just breathe. Today is not one of those days. I’m suffocating under the weight of my own battle with who I am now. So much time has passed but the longing to be back in his existence is as fresh as an open wound, bleeding out my soul as an offering. Ryan turned the lights out and taught me to see in the darkness. Nobody sees me the way he does and I’m hopelessly pursuing the hunter in him. I want to be found or preyed on; if that’s what I am,
his prey.
Mom doesn’t talk about the past. She doesn’t believe that Ryan is anything but empty and thinks he was using me to hurt them. She told me I was a victim of his, just like her. But there are parts missing in me too, and I can’t write a future when I look towards it and only see a grey sea of nothingness.
I know I mean something to him; he saved me in more ways than one. The emotions inside me are discombobulated about what I feel for Ryan. He’s my uncle but I never knew him as that, yet a connection tethered us nonetheless and I love him. I know all the things he’s done and yet I still love him. I envisioned the blood and massacre as I was told the stories of his depravity. I know a monster lives within him but the man who protected me, the man who I spent time with lives inside him also. Does loving him make me wrong inside, make me a monster also? If it does then I will do what he did and embrace it. I didn’t realize just how detached I really was from the world around me until he entered and then abruptly left mine, leaving me floating through life but not feeling a part of it.
