Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 111685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
“Dust…y.” His entire face shuddered. “Let me help you. I can fly you back.”
“Get AWAY FROM ME!”
I hated him.
I loathed him.
His entire family.
His fame.
The power of his fame, how it could get inside a person and bring out their rotten insides. I especially hated that part of him.
I wanted him gone.
I wanted everyone gone, but he wasn’t going. They weren’t going.
I could see them back there, still watching, but I wasn’t looking. They were nothing to me, too.
Okay. So fine. No one was leaving, I would.
I came out of that protected part of my brain, moving into the irrational side that was now merging with my rational side, and I just felt pain. Gut-wrenching pain, but then—a blessed relief—numbness. I couldn’t handle what was happening and I was going numb. It was traveling up from my feet, so quickly, until it rose, blanketing over my mind, and silence.
Inside of me, total stillness.
Finally, I could move again. Finally, I could breathe again. Finally, I could function again.
I knelt and finished grabbing everything that had fallen. Piece by piece, I put it back in my purse. My backpack. It was as if Stone wasn’t there. As if no one was there. As if he hadn’t just told me how my life as I knew it had ended that day. It was as if none of those events happened, and standing, I just turned and went to my car.
“Dusty.” Stone came after me.
I ignored him.
Walking out of the fence, going to my car, I glanced up at him as I unlocked my car.
A stranger. That’s what he was to me now. And he saw it, too, because he reared back on his feet, a curse falling swiftly from his lips.
Then I got in my car, started it, and backed up, all the while staring at a stranger.
I kept backing up, and then I heard a shout before I felt the impact, followed by metal crunching, glass shattering, screams, and then blessed, blessed darkness.
Peace.
Chapter Eleven
The beeping woke me up.
Then the pain really woke me up.
I jolted, immediately screamed from the pain, but it was muffled and I realized I had something gagging me.
Reaching up, breaking off whatever was holding my arm in place, I reached for whatever was in my throat and I started to pull it out.
Up. Up.
Then—out, and I was gagging. My body pitched forward. I was going to puke, but no, I was going to pass out. And then, air. My lungs drew it in, and I couldn’t see past the tears in my eyes.
“What—oh my God!” I heard the squeak of shoes coming toward me, then a harsh exclamation. Panic in her voice. She rushed to me and I felt hands going to whatever I was still holding in my hand. “Oh no, no, no. You need this!”
I didn’t. She didn’t know that, though. I was shaking my head, trying to tell her I didn’t want that, but then I heard someone come running and a, “Holy—get off her. Get off her.”
That someone shoved between me and the nurse.
It was a him.
He was helping me. “She’s good. She’s good. Look at her.”
“Mr. Reeves.”
It was Stone.
I froze, but I think I knew it had been him. I’d never be able to not recognize his voice, no matter how much pain I was in.
“Oh no.” From the nurse.
“What?!” A savage growl from Stone.
“She didn’t get—oh no.” She rushed away.
Stone went after her. “She didn’t what?”
The nurse came back, a doctor behind her, and I still couldn’t see. I could see shapes, but everything was blurred and it was the damn tears. I hated crying. I had to stop. Suck it up. Move forward. And feeling the impending doom that was about to crash over me, I did just that.
I went still.
I pushed past the pain, icing it all down, welcoming that same numbness from before again.
And then, as it all moved up, rising, covering me, I stopped crying.
I stopped feeling.
I grabbed whatever I was wearing and used it to wipe my tears clear, and then, I saw Stone’s back. He was turned toward me, his hips half angled to me, but he was twisted around, paying attention to the doctor and nurse, who I saw were looking over my chart.
The nurse pointed.
The doctor nodded. “Change it out now, especially if she’s awake.” With that, his eyes jerked to mine, went back to the chart. Then. He stopped. He backtracked and his eyes widened in horror. I saw it for a split second before he masked it. The professional coming forth, and he cleared his throat, standing upright, his hands folded over his chest. “Miss Phillips. You’re awake.”
Stone whipped back around to me.
I didn’t look at him. I didn’t want to see what was there because my memory was coming back, and I knew what news I’d still have to deal with, but not yet. Not yet. Not until I could walk out of here.