Spike by Bella Jewel

It’s always the past, isn’t it?
That seems like a common theme around here.
If it isn’t one of us, it’s another.
The things we pushed aside, coming back to haunt us, even when we think we’ve buried it.
We should know better by now. Nothing is ever truly gone.
My past is one I don’t want to relive.
I just got the love of my life back.
We just got good.
We just found our happy.
Yet here we are tangled back in the mess that was left behind.
Secrets, lies and betrayal.
Stories that run deep.
Pain that has been left hidden.
People with a need for vengeance.
An explosion waiting to happen.
All we wanted was a life without drama, pain and danger.
But I should know by now that isn’t how this world works.
No.
If it’s not raining, it’s f*cking pouring.
Someone wants what is mine, and they’re going to have to go through me to get it.
Light me a god damn cigarette, I’m going to need it.