Her Bad Boy (Chapter 11)

How does a girl cope when her twin flame is the definitive bad boy? (18+ Erotica)

Chapter 10 | Chapter 11: When the Full Moon Burns

Kevin crooked his head to one side, with a grin of disbelief. “You’re serious aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

A single word, but it conveyed a lot. Kevin hadn’t heard that serious tone in Stephen’s voice since they had been on active duty together in Afghanistan. He meant business.

“Shouldn’t we leave it to the professionals?”

“You forget we are the professionals. I’m not going to just sit around on my fucking hands and do nothing, not while Sally and her brother could still be in danger.”

“You think it was Sally this psycho was after?”

“I don’t know. And that’s the point. We can’t be sure of anything right now. And I need to make sure.”

Kevin put his hands on his hips, gave a resigned sigh and weighed up the options in his head. “I can see you’re going to do this with or without me anyway. So, what the heck, count me in.”

“I can’t ask that of you, man. But thanks.”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering my services freely, which you’re going to need cause I’m local. Rule eight of the recruitment officer’s handbook, remember? Engage the locals.”

Stephen walked over to Kevin, and looked up at his large friend. The look he gave was one that seemed to drag Kevin down to his eye level. “This is serious. Anyone who would take an autistic boy from his bed and throw him through a window is not going to be your average run of the mill fuck-up.”

Kevin placed a large hand on his friend’s shoulder. “I know, but going lone wolf to track down a psycho is not the tactic to employ here. Now what did you have in mind?”


“You see, my child, when we set out on our path, it is very much an unexpected journey.”

Although she saw Molly’s lips move as she spoke, it seemed her voice was coming from inside Sally’s head. She was so absorbed that she didn’t even hear the rain stop. “Moments that come as sudden as the rain against a window pane, and go as quickly as shadows in sunrise. But it is through these moments we face along our journey that we evolve.”

Molly took a sip of coffee from her pitcher, before she said, “Our individual moments somehow fit into the larger tapestry of life. The template pattern may have already been drawn, but it is our own unique, coloured stitches that bring these patterns to life. In the same way, we are given a destiny to love, but it’s up to us what we do with it.”

Now Sally’s head felt too heavy for her shoulders, and she tried to sit up, afraid she would fall asleep. But Molly hadn’t seemed to notice; instead she asked, “There is a full Moon tonight, did you know that?”

Sally tried to shake her head in response, but the heaviness had taken complete control. She felt warm, fuzzy, drowsy, and her senses seemed to be overpowered by the peachy haze that had enveloped every corner of the room. Iain seemed bathed in it, she noticed his skin resuming its natural colour, while Molly held his hand. Her heart lifted at the sight.

“It’s a full Moon and a lunar eclipse. When the Earth comes between the Sun and the Moon. It’s said that Venus and Mars are directing the energy of this eclipse, which has many of us in the world feeling the battle between our head and our hearts. I suspect you may have felt it.”

A battle between the head and the heart was one she knew all about. But gods, and planets and stars? On that she wasn’t altogether certain. “They are so far away, the things you speak of, Molly...” Was she slurring her words? She couldn’t be sure, but it sounded like it. “Do such things really determine our futures?”

“We determine our futures, but we don’t do so alone. Everything in life is a relationship. With ourselves, other people, the Earth, even the mysteries of the universe. We are connected in ways unknown to the most distant stars, planets and our own satellites.”

Molly paused, and it had an effect. To Sally the room seemed to expand, the monotonous beeping and hissing of hospital machinery grew distant. Molly went on: “They used to say that during an eclipse you should let your lunar nature lead the way. It was thought the Moon had the magic to call up the part of you needed for you to proceed on your journey, because a full moon signifies the end of a cycle and the start of another. A rebirth or resurrection if you like. A return of what was lost. But tonight’s Moon, some say, is even more powerful. They call it the Hunter’s Moon, and as it turns red in the sky, the ancients called it the moon that burns.”

Molly lowered her voice, “And when the full Moon burns, it’s said miracles can happen.”

Sally gave out the tired remnants of a smile. “Are you saying I should wish on a full Moon?”

“You’ve heard of how we’re meant to act differently under a full Moon, haven’t you?”

She had read about lunar influences and rhythms on people. “There are many folk tales and strong cultural stories around a full Moon.”

“It’s funny how we realise that those folk tales hold a germ of truth to them- and they didn’t have the benefit of our science. And if we are sensitive enough to be affected by moon and tide, why not the planets and stars?”

“You’re saying that we have a relationship with them, like with everything else?”

“We might think we are distinct from nature, but it too has played its part in shaping our destiny.”

“We come back to destiny again...”

“There is a chain of destiny, child. The links we forge with our actions connect us, and the consequences of those actions are passed down through the line of time. We are all linked by this chain. One decision, one act of kindness can get passed on down the line to save a hundred lives. So, too, does our hate get passed on to influence our world. For the most part, people who hurt... they come from hurt. It is a cycle.”

Sally prickled at that thorn of truth. But she had come from hurt, as had her brother, who was the angel of their community. Although then their was Daisy, she thought. And her parents. She had never really considered what Paul and Clara’s childhood might have been like. So, what determined who down the line would be adversely affected by the wrongs of others? Planets and stars she would never see?

The tiny voice in her mind spoke up again. We determine our futures, but we don’t do so alone.


“If you’re with me, then you’ve got to be with me all the way.”

Stephen’s military instincts took over as he assumed charge of the situation. It was the only way he knew to cope. There was only one way of approaching something according to his instincts, and that was head-on. Kevin, on the other hand, was all about finding the middle way.

“I know, man. But aren’t we inviting trouble here? Don’t make me regret telling you about this.”

“What do you expect me to do? You knew how I would react.”

“Aye, I did that,” Kevin admitted readily enough. “But I told you because it was best you hear it from a friend.”

“And you did the right thing. All I need you to do is get over to Sally’s place, and take a look around. Stake it out if possible. Call me when forensics leave, if they haven’t already.”

The expression on Kevin’s face looked as though it was the last thing he had expected to hear. “Do you know what you’re doing? Shouldn’t we leave this up to the professionals?”

“Look, I’m not asking you to disturb a crime scene, just go and see what’s going on. I hear what you’re saying about Scotland being the best in this field, and I’m sure you’re right. But so are we, Kev. Until they can prove otherwise, and they can find that girl, they’ll be treating the crime scene as an accident.”

“But we don’t even know if it wasn’t an accident yet. From what I understand, an autistic child is an unknown factor in cases like this, we don’t know what he could do. It’s possible, however far fetched, that he did throw himself out of his bedroom window. Maybe he tripped in the dark through an open window.”

By the expression on Kevin’s face, Stephen knew that sounded as absurd to his friend as it did to him. “That is why I’m thinking of taking a trip there tonight to find out for myself.”

“Then I guess I’m with you buddy, because someone has be. If only to make sure you get in as little trouble as possible.” Kevin had seen this look in his eye before. When Stephen got like this nothing save an atomic detonation would stop him. “But if we get caught, don’t expect me to share a jail cell with you, that’s all I’m saying.”

“I’d be honoured to share any place with you, Kev. You’re a true friend.”

And that’s what Stephen did. Made you feel like you could go on half-cocked on a crazy mission, because it was the right thing to do. Because he would do it for you. He shrugged, feigning resignation. “So, what’s breaking a few laws between friends? Something to talk about over a bottle of good whisky, I suppose.”

“Right, well, let’s get out of the toilets shall we before we people begin to talk? What did you bring for breakfast?”

Kevin handed over the tray of boxes. “Cold bacon and eggs, mushrooms, toast...”

“Any coffee?”

He slapped a hand to his forehead. “Shit! I knew I forgot something.”

Stephen took the tray, giving him a hearty pat on the back. “Hey, this is good enough. There’s always the vending machine coffee. If that doesn’t kill us, nothing much else will.”

As they walked out of the men’s room, Stephen spied Daisy sitting down in the A&E’s busy waiting area. Kevin watched as a thoughtful glimmer flickered across his friend’s face. “Uh-oh. I know that look. That’s the look that got us facing down the Taliban with nothing but our dicks in our hands!”

Stephen remembered the occasion all too well, and somehow it seemed an apt description. “See that blonde haired girl over there?”

“Isn’t that Sally’s friend - what’s her name?”

“Daisy.”

“That’s right. So?”

“So, I’ve just had an idea. Kill a few birds with a couple of stones.”

“Why do I get the feeling I am not going to like this?”

“How about you take Daisy to Sally’s house, say she wants to get Sally some clothes, things to freshen up with? See if they let you through the cordon, supposing the house is cordoned off. Look around, see what you can learn.”

“If it’s certain the boy was thrown-”

“Then I want to join that manhunt. But before we do that, I have to see Sally.”

“You thinking of telling her?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. Not yet. We don’t know for certain so no use making it worse for her. I’ll see how it goes.”

“You figure it’s better coming from you than the police?”

“Nothing can soften something like this, but I don’t want her beating herself over what happened without knowing the truth- Fuck, I would give anything to be on that manhunt right now.”

It marked the moment for Kevin where he realised just how much his friend cared for this girl. This was something new. “There’s nothing you can do that isn’t being done. Trust me on that. Besides going off without me, you don’t know the area.”

“I just feel we need to be doing something more.”

“And you are. You need to stay with Sally right now. How ever she hears the news, she’s going to need you.”

Stephen grinned. “There you go again. Always my good conscience.”

“Without me would you have one, I ask myself.”

“Right. So, go already. Have a look see what you can find, then be my conscience all you want. Call me the minute you find anything. I’m going to put my phone on hospital mode. No phone signal here, but you can email me, that should get through.”

Stephen caught Daisy’s eye and motioned over to her. She came over petulantly, her eyes red from crying.

Kevin whispered before she approached, “Isn’t she the one, you know...” He twirled a finger around the side of his head.

You don’t know the half of it.“Be nice. Like I know you can be.”

“Aren’t I always?”

Stephen gave no reply to that, but looked to Daisy, who seemed hesistant to approach them at first. “Do you remember my army mate?” he asked her as she came nearer.

Kevin immediately put on his best disarming smile, which had easily charmed many a Taliban leader and got them out of a few scrapes. Even the one most recently mentioned. “My name’s Kevin Laidlaw,” he said. “I met you and Sally once, I think? Pleased to see you again.”

That managed to elicit the smallest of smiles from her. “Hello,” she replied. “Damn, you’re tall.”

Well that’s a start, Kevin thought.


Sally shifted herself upright in the chair, wondering whether Molly had made a hot toddy out of the coffee. Her limbs felt tightly wrapped in swathes of drowsiness, but she managed to say, “So, you’re saying we’re all part of the same cosmic story?”

“Maybe I’m just saying there is a story. Even something random will have a story to tell. The point is we’re all connected, my child. Where we are today was wrought by the hands of yesterday. There are patterns everywhere we look in the stitching of the larger tapestry. Some believe even the stories we tell can have great ramifications. We drop a stitch and the whole thread can come undone.”

She believed that to an extent. She was still battling with the legacy her father had left behind. She responded with feeling, “It feels terrible to think we are just locked in to the past somehow.”

“When I told you that being stuck in the past keeps you there, my dear, I meant we have the key to open our way out from it. You have a wisdom beyond your years, it’s plain to see, but what we need is a wisdom beyond our fears.”

“Is there anything you feared Molly, as a child?”

Molly took a moment before she replied, “You know, my father came back a different man after the Second World War. He was in Germany when our British boys banned the stories of the Grimm brothers over there. There’s a real savagery to those fairy tales which they thought had helped contribute to the horrors the German people committed in the war. Fostering in their children all nature of evils, and glorifying violence to become part of their national character they thought.”

Once again Sally tried to sit upright, fascinated by the woman’s knowledge and yet not overly surprised by it. She had always appreciated the wisdom of experience, especially Dr. Merryweather’s - he had been a sanctuary of advice many a time for her growing up, even if they hadn’t always seen eye to eye.

Molly continued, “When my father returned from the war, he brought back a first edition of one those banned Grimm books he saved from the fire. I remember there was one really savage story of theirs called, How Children Played Butcher With Each Other...”

The sound of her voice as she spoke the title chilled Sally to the bone. “Don’t go on, please,” she said.

“Aye, I don’t blame you, gruesome it was, as most the original fairy tales are, you know. The princess never kisses the frog to turn him into a prince in the first version. She throws him against a wall as hard as she can.”

“Fiction doesn’t seem harmless does it? Raises your hopes, or makes your blood run cold,” she said.

“Well then, if that is true what matters are the stories we tell, my dear,” Molly replied. “My father rarely spoke of his experiences during the war when I was around, but I overheard him tell my mother how many of our soldiers were unwilling to shoot to kill, and so the army set up hate schools, to show the men unimaginable depictions of horror, enough to curdle their blood and kill the enemy.”

Molly let go of Iain’s hand, and reached over for the flask standing on the bedside table. She refilled their pitchers for a third time, and the hazy light seemed to follow her actions, like the afterglow trail of a firefly in slow motion. “What we think of our inherent violent nature could all be fiction we invented because of our desire to own the world... Even my own highland clan were more poets than barbarians, but who would know it?” Handing Sally her pitcher, she said, “It took a long time, and my mother’s love, to return to us the man I had known as my father before the war. Our pit pony helped, too, no doubt.”

“So, we’re reading the stories written by others?”

“Aye, but we can write our own, lass. If for nothing else then to help us understand. We can all choose our own fairy tales, especially the ones we wish to read to our children, to wean them off the hate we’ve written into their tiny lives. The tales my mother told me were far from grim, if you’ll pardon the pun, my dear.”

“Isn’t that still fantasy, though?”

Molly said prosaically, “You just want facts? But facts aren’t real are they? You know that.”

Sally realised she was right. “At university I did a course, sociology of science it was, where we learnt that there’s no such thing as a permanent fact. Facts don’t remain stable because the latest science is always changing. What did my lecturer call it? Yes, the half-life of facts- what we think to be true, will be shown to be untrue in a number of years time. It kind of shook me, like nothing we know is real.”

“But when nothing is real, anything is possible, my dear. Nothing is permanent, everything changes, and facts are just pieces swapped around in the bigger picture. Their rate of decay is really just us looking at it from a different side.”

“And is there any single belief that can see the whole picture?”

Molly shook her head. “The more science shows us of that picture, we think the less faith we need- but we misunderstand that science can’t tell us why the stars shine, just how they do. But why are they there? Do they have a purpose?”

“Maybe they just are because they are.”

“Who can say for certain? Trying to understand if there is a greater purpose is like a caveman throwing stones at a moon he’s seen for the first time. Because even with the science, the why of things will always evade us. Since we’re never going to know what the picture is anyway, it all comes down what you believe.”

Sally looked pointedly at Iain. “I put my faith in science.”

“And you are right to do so. But to me, faith isn’t simply a metaphor for people hundreds of years ago who didn’t have science to explain everything for them. At least that’s what my mother taught me.”

“And what fairy tales did your mother tell you?”

“She would talk a lot of angels, as I told you. One time she told me of a very special angel, the twin flame angel.”

“Twin flames have their own angel?”

“We all have twin flames, my dear. But for whatever reason, twin flames do not always meet, and so we lose the offspring of twin flame couplings. That is a great loss, my mother would say. It sets us back. The more twin flames unite, the more children from healthy families, the more light to stand against the encroaching dark, she would say.”

Something grabbed at Sally’s heart. “Your mother believed your father was her twin flame?”

“Her’s was almost a broken fairy tale. But they remained each other’s until the end of their time. My father passed away a few minutes before my mother. They died holding hands.”

Molly leaned over from the bed, and her eyes glistened. “Nothing important ever comes easy, my mother would say, but obstacles will come to serve you and make you stronger. The twin flame product of twin flame children shine brighter than most, every child not of a twin flame coupling finds their own twin flame with even more difficulty, because the source has to recalibrate. Like picking up a dropped stitch in the tapestry. But my mother would tell me of a deeper secret, too...”

“About the twin flame angel?” Sally correctly guessed.

“My mother would tell me about an angel watching over the tapestry to watch out for dropped stitches, but sometimes there are dark forces out there, wanting to stop this.”

Sally had a sudden alarming thought. “And where does my brother fit into this? What are you saying I should do?”

“I’m not saying you should do anything, but what you heart tells you. Not your fears, but your heart. Don’t be afraid of love, or to ask for its help. There is a higher part of ourselves that never descends into the physical until we call it. That is what twin flame love is, my child. Pulling a higher power into your physical vessel.”

Sally felt too tired now to even raise her head for a sip of coffee. “I’ve been so lonely, all my life it seems, Molly... I’ve been calling out to love ever since I can remember, and I can’t see how it can reverse any of this now.”

“You can close your eyes to hide the things you don’t want to see, but you can’t close your heart to hide the things you don’t want to feel, my child, remember that. Miracles only happen when you pay attention to the things that matter the most; and when you do that, you will have your wishes come true. For that to happen, honour the relationship with your heart, allow it to lead the way now and then. Use its will to stand up for what you value. Love is the only law, my child, and we are under its will.”

She pictured the god Mars dressed for battle holding Venus in his arms. Love is the Law, Love under Will, a tiny voice whispered in her mind.

She didn’t know what it meant, but she trembled, as though having discovered something so fundamental it had brushed against the core of her very being.

End of Chapter 11 | Read Chapter 12

Yours in love,