Part Five: Whipped
Chapter Thirteen: Nikolas
Nikolas sat alone in his room, pen nearby--as he would only write in ink, preferably black--and his "special" paper, as he liked to call it. It was the paper he wrote all of his songs on. He was alone because nobody was home, the way he liked it when he got into one of his moods. He could practice and work without anybody bothering him. He even shut off his cell phone, in case somebody had any ideas of contacting him.
Fat chance. He was in the zone.
He even cast his runes in a silencing spell, basically soundproofing the room. No one could hear him; he could hear no one on the other side of his door.
He strummed the cords of his guitar, trying ever combination of notes until the right ones hummed into his body. He hummed with them, finding the music. Nick wrote down his notes, humming them over and over. He would take nothing less than absolute perfection. The process for him to create a song could take hours. First was the slow progression of finding a compatible beat that made the song. Then he had to put it all together as one. Next came figuring out what each of the other intsruments would add. Usually, he had collaborative help, but this was personal. Finally, he would write the lyrics. Lyrics always came last because he already knew the words. He wanted the hard stuff done before the written word spilled forth.
This song was different than his others. This song was incredibly personal.
This was his song for Torrence. Not that he would ever tell her, but he had her in mind when the lyrics just barged right on in to his brain that morning during breakfast.
Even if she didn't know it, she deserved to know that he was there for her.
Although, that really didn't make any sense to him. His mind was too warped.
Nick had been attracted to other girls before, some of them even on a serious level. He thought Torrence was beautiful when he first met her that day in the diner. It was exciting for his teenage hormones, having a beautiful girl come stay with them. Originially, his feelings were extremely superficial. Come on, what guy wouldn't find a girl like Torrence appealing? Except, maybe a gay guy...
His feelings evolved from there as he found himself getting to know her better, caring for her, wondering about her. Their friendship became important to him. He counted her as one of his best friends, and he often found himself wondering if she thought the same about him.
With a sigh, he held his guitar close, forgetting his song for the moment as he was lost in a Torrence haze. It was just time to admit it. He was too far deep, too involved in her life not ot be. He loved her, his gloriously messed up foster sister.
And still, she didn't even hold him in the high regard that she had Chris in.
And still, she didn't look at him with the eyes she made at Robert.
What was so great about that asshole, anyway?
Nick shook his blonde head, forgetting all that. This song needed to be finished.
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