Rennie could see the shock on her face when she saw who her guest was and it made him feel uneasy. Being a confident person was his normal state of being but these feelings when he was around Astrid were all new. Not that he was running away from them, though tempting as it was to run away when things became difficult he refused to inherit that part of his father. The only words he seemed to be able to get out were apologies and where he hoped they would ease the tension he found himself looking at the top of her head instead. Cursing silently to himself he knew he was making a royal fuck up of things and he didnât know how to fix it. The truth was that something about Astrid spoke to him on some level he didnât understand. All he did understand was that he wanted to be in her company and he wanted to be a friend to her, as best a friend as she would let him be. He opened his mouth to comment on the tears but seeing the smile she put forth he closed it. It was obviously not something to be called out on and he would leave it that way, at the very least tucked away for now. Arching a brow he couldnât help a smile, âWasnât there a movie about a kid seeing dead people? It was a blockbuster if I remember correctly, so I wouldnât worry too much.â Letting out breath he was unaware of holding he smiled again, glad that she was embracing him being there. Sitting down on the bench he shrugged, âDo you know what youâre getting into being my friend?â He asked, turning his body towards her. âI donât think we ever know, so we just take the journey. If youâre trying to scare me off, itâs not working.â
There was a part of his life he never spoke of. None of his partners ever knew, none of his girlfriends, not even the therapist at work knew. It was a secret buried so deep in his mind that sometimes he could pretend it didnât exist. Unfortunately it did exist, and though he didnât understand it, he knew now that he had to tell her. Rennie didnât know all the details of what she had been through, but what he did know was that she trusted Flynn and he did more than break that he destroyed it. Wrapped in his own thoughts he was pulled free when she spoke to him. âIâm not jerking you around Astrid.â Letting out a laugh he gave a shake of his head, âIâm sure you can take care of yourself.â
Turning his body fully to face her he felt the old self-loathing, pain, and anger rise up in his chest. The words were there and he knew now there was no going back. âI meant what I said when I asked if you knew what you were getting into being my friend?â He said quietly, reaching in his coat to pull out cigarettes and offer her one. Lighting one up he leaned back and closed his eyes. âWhen I was nine years old my life changed completely, though it was not the first time it was the worst.â His eyes opened on their own accord, he had to see her face. âMy dad left when I was eight, he had a mistress or whatever you want to call it, on the side and he left my mother for her. That was hard enough, you know, and stupid me didnât think it could be worse. Thatâs the thing about thinking that though isnât it? It can always be worse.â Taking another puff of his cigarette he slowly exhaled the smoke. âNine years old, altar boy at church. My mother was, no is, super religious, and I had to be confirmed, serve in the church, blah, blah, blah. Then one day, the priest, we were alone and he âŚâ Rennie had never said the words out loud, not even when he told his mother, he wrote it out to her, let her figure out the pieces. âHe made me perform oral sex on him,â he said his tone void of emotion, but tears in his eyes. âThere was the whole it canât get worse piece again.â Being masculine fell by the waist side, tears fell down his cheeks as he was that little boy again. âFor months it went on, until it wasnât enough and he âŚâ Now was the pivotal moment, looking at her, right in the eyes, âhe raped me.â A quiet sob escaped and his head fell to his chest as his shoulders shook with the quiet sobs. Rennie didnât know why he told her something he never told anyone but the words hung like a heavy weight between them, his breath stuck in his throat as he waited for her to say something, anything to let him know he could still be her friend.
Astrid noticed in her time at Reinholdt that she was getting very good at reading people. It was one thing to watch someone and tell when they were faking happiness or even anger. In Reinholdt it was different because she could look at the patients and determine if theyâd been assaulted. It was like her own traumatic experiences were serving like a guide to others whoâd been through similar situations. In all actuality, Astrid hated it. The more she could sense in others the more she was brought face to face with the horrors Ben put her and her sister through. Fathersâ raping their daughters, as it turns out, is not a rare thing. What made Astrid and Addison unique perhaps was how he held one over the other. Ben had Addison so convinced he would kill Astrid that she would do just as he pleased â a torment no one would ever understand.
The bond between sisters is strong but the bond between twins is even stronger. Addison and Astrid were two halves of a whole and even though they werenât identical twins each felt and fed off the other. Benâs torture to Addison was to twist her mind to the point where she found herself seducing him â a task Addie may never admit too. Addison was groomed for that; she was, after all Benâs special girl. Astrid had always been more of a fighter so the only way to change things was to remove that fight. His method was forcing her to hear everything â and sometimes watch â what heâd managed to twist Addison in to. Astridâs inability to do anything for fear heâd kill her sister only made her crave the drugs more twisting her reality in to a huge unnerving mess.
Rennie seemed to get there was something off about her and yet he still came around and it was unclear if this had something to do with pity. Astrid was pathetic after all. She joked around inappropriately and used sex as an escape and drugs more often than that. The reality was, Astrid had no reality. Nothing grounded her anymore. When the girls went their separate ways Astrid found herself losing all the little pieces that made her who she could have been. Thanks to Ben and Flynn Astrid was just a shell currently filled with anguish and sarcasm. Even though she sensed something different in Rennie she had no idea the thing that set him apart was something that bonded them. She could not hide her expression when he finally started to speak about what happened to him as a child. Not his father, but a father, using him in vile ways â something most men would never admit.
She didnât ignore the offer of the cigarette but too dumbfounded to do anything more than place it between her fingers. As he spoke she wondered if Alex knew this about his partner. She felt the cigarette roll off her fingers and hit the ground before she reached out, taking the manâs hand and giving it a firm squeeze. Tears bridged her lower lashes eventually spilling over but for the first time in a long time she let them fall. The moment was near cleansing. If only Addie would speak so openly about Ben. âRennie,â the barely audible sound exited her mouth. Choking back her emotion, he needed her as much as she needed him. âWhy are you telling me this? I mean, why me? Because I get it? Because I know what itâs like?â