Little did he know the gem he was releasing back out into the world. I see it though, I always have.
Ingrid didn’t open up for a long time, but when she did, she went for Njal, his twin brother.
Then Njal happened.
Four months of him treating her like Rev’s replacement, but she never was, and she never would be.
But, in those four months, she was content, seemed happy enough.
Then he threw her away like trash.
And Ingrid stopped fighting.
Stopped pretending she deserved better.
Started living down to every low expectation those bastards set for her.
My phone buzzes again.
Eleven-fifteen.
I pull it out even though I know I shouldn't.
Another story post.
The photo's blurry this time, Ingrid's face flushed and laughing, another drink in her hand that she definitely doesn't need.
Caption: "Who needs tomorrow anyway? "
My jaw tightens.
"All right, what is it?" Ulf asks.
"Nothing."
"Bullshit. You've been staring at your phone like it personally offended you."
"Just someone being stupid."
"Someone or aspecificsomeone?"
I don't answer.
Hakon whistles low. "It's Ingrid, isn't it?"
"Drop it."
"She posting her spiral again?"
"I said drop it."
He raises his hands. "Just saying, man. She does this every few weeks now. Gets wasted, posts about it, someone has to go collect her before she gets herself hurt."
"I know what she does."
"So why do you look like you want to put your fist through a wall?"
Because I'm tired of watching her destroy herself.
