Across the Music (Across the Ocean Book 2) (32 page)

"Now, you're going to need to go to rehab and you're going to have to work really fucking hard Loki," Gunnar's voice turns serious as he speaks "this will be a long, hard journey. But, we are with you, Sophie and me. We're a team, and we will take baby steps to get you where you need to be."

"We will let our music carry us across this long and difficult path in front of us, but we will remain positive and strong, and we'll get through it." Gunnar smiles widely at both of us. "We're in this together."

The End

I love her, you know. I can't do a damn thing about it, but I love Sophie. Man, I need a drink. I can't have a drink. Goddammit, shit mother fucker. How am I going to give it up?

I'm no good for Sophie. I'm no good for anybody, I'm a train wreck. I have to walk away from that; I can see how Gunnar and her look at each other, and I can plainly see how protective Gunnar is over her. He'll take care of her in a way I never could even hope.

I need to get my shit together. You see, I love to drink. I love the buzz, I can't get enough of it. I am embarrassed at how I behave with it, especially now. It's never affected someone else like it did with Sophie, causing her to get hurt.

I need help.

How will I be able to stand watching the two of them together, let alone be in a band with them? Maybe I'll never be able to move my body well enough to actually be in the band, and they'll need to find someone else, and save me the pain.

I love her, but I can't have her. I've never loved anyone before. I've always been a one time easy fuck, and moved on. Now even that has bitten me in the ass. I can't seem to do anything right. When Sophie looks at me, I don't feel like such a failure. She makes me feel strong and invincible, better than I feel when I'm drunk.

What if I'm never able to tattoo again, draw again? What if this is the end of the road for me, and I'm destined to be a useless addition to society who can't even wipe my own ass?

Get over the pity party, asshole. Use this anger, and this godawful experience to learn. Fight to be better. Will your body to move and function and thrive. Don't let this be the end of a great life. I have so many opportunities ahead of me.

I need to go to rehab. I know it, but I don't like it.

Shit, I need a drink.

Keep an eye out in the near future for Loki's story in
Across the Ink
.

So you don't have to Google Translate everything, here is a glossary of all the Icelandic words and strange things Sophie said in the book, and what they mean. I know, I'm nice like that.

Icelandic:

Já
– Yes

Nei
- No

Fokk
– Fuck

Ótrúlegt –
Unbelievable

Fallegt
– Beautiful

Ekki hætta
– Don't stop

Jæja –
Well then

Skál
– Cheers

Góðan daginn
– Good day

Gjörðu svo vel –
Here you go

Elskan mín –
My darling

Þú ert falleg
– You are beautiful

Allt í lagi
– Okay

Get ég aðstoðað
– May I help you

Þú munt sjá eftir því
– You will regret this

112
– Emergency number, similar to 911

Komdu, ástin mín
– Come here, my love

Kiwi Speak:

Piece-of-piss
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Shake a leg
– Hurry up

Smidgen
– A small amount.

Gruns –
Underwear

Wet blanket
– Someone who spoils all the fun

111
– Emergency number, similar to 911.