Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I was a trophy to her.
That was how her words made me feel. I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d be so alluring if I wasn’t with Carter Reed? Would I still be so beautiful?
Stop, Emma. She’s your sister. Get to know her. Love her. She’s family.
I could almost hear AJ’s words in my head. No matter what she’d said against him, he would’ve wanted me to know her.
I think. But why had we been separated? That was going to plague me. I had to find out the answer.
“Andrea.” I lifted my head.
She stopped patting and straightened in her seat. Her mouth turned down. “Why won’t you use my nickname? All my family and friends do—”
“Because I’m not,” I snapped. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it to come out like that, but I’m not your friend or your family. Not yet, anyway. We have to go slow. I meant what I said before. I don’t trust easily, and I can’t pretend we’re close sisters. We’re not even close friends yet. My life is complicated right now, and I can’t handle the pressure of forcing this.”
Her voice grew soft. “I thought that was okay, though? We’ve established that we’ll take our time.”
“I know. I know we both said that, and I know you’re excited about finding me. But why were we separated? Our mother was a drug addict. Was she dangerous? Why did AJ take me, if he did take me away? And I won’t hear you talk bad about him anymore. He loved me. He took care of me. He tried his best to raise me the right way, but he died. You grew up in this beautiful life. I grew up in foster care. I had no one to depend on during those years, and you, it sounds like you had an abundance of people who cared for you.”
She had turned away. I had made her cry. Of course. I spoke the truth, but I had hurt her in the process. I sat back. Was I supposed to comfort her now? Was that my place? I couldn’t. Instead, I just continued talking. “I just need you to slow down.” So I could breathe. “Just slow down.”
She looked back at me, and her eyes had softened. She started to smile, but the car swerved to the left. The force of it was so abrupt that we both pitched against the side.
I saw it in slow motion.
As I felt myself falling forward, Andrea’s eyes widened. A look of pure terror washed over her as she flailed backward. She was trying to grab something, but her head was going to hit the door.
I reached for her. My hand was in the air, extending toward her, but then my seatbelt snapped tight. I heard the thud as the back of her head hit the door. She slumped forward immediately.
She was unconscious.
After that, everything happened so fast. I was barely able to understand.
There was shooting.
My door opened.
There was a struggle beside it. Thomas fought someone with a black mask on. He raised a gun, and Thomas brought his arm down in a chopping motion. The gun fell to the ground.
Get it!
I tried to lean out of the car to grab it, but the guy hit Thomas again. They were wrestling each other, and the guy kept trying to throw Thomas out of the way so he could reach inside for me. As they grappled with each other, Thomas’ foot hit the gun. It went sliding underneath the car.
Seatbelt. Seatbelt.
Panic rose up in me, but I needed to remain calm. I needed to help. Get that gun. That phrase repeated in my head. Get the gun. I reached for my seatbelt with stiff fingers, and I fumbled trying to release the latch. Finally my finger hit the button with enough force. The belt released, and I almost pitched forward off the seat.
Oh, Andrea. She slouched forward, her seatbelt holding her in place. And her arms lay beside her like noodles. Her head bobbed back and forth, moving with the motion of the car as it was jostled by the fight outside.
Carter. I needed Carter.
No, get it together, Emma! I yelled at myself in my head. Taking a shuddering breath, I felt fear climbing through my veins. My body started to shut down as more and more gunshots sounded outside. I wanted to curl up in a ball and close my eyes. Maybe everything would go away. But no. It wouldn’t.
“Come on, little girlie.”
The voice was high-pitched, with an evil twinge.
I huddled further in my bed. My mom was coming. I couldn’t hide. She was coming for me, not Andy. Andy was too small. She’d been hurt the day before, and she was still crying in her bed. It was my turn. I wanted to pull the blanket over me. I imagined it was a fortress. Once I was inside, no one could get through to me. I was safe.