Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
I should have backtracked instead of continuing on. That's what my gut said to do, but I didn't listen. I decided I wanted to be the kind of person who takes risks…and this is where it led.
To the man I love unconscious in an abandoned cabin in a forest somewhere in Texas. Maybe Jordan and Roman were right to hover for so long. Being independent and doing things my way isn't going so well.
I just want Atlas to be okay. That's all that matters to me.
It takes two hours to reach the fork in the road. I stop to catch my breath and take a sip of the bottle of water I grabbed from the car. I try my phone but get the same No Service bar as before.
Once I shove it back into my pocket, I start retracing our route down the road, stumbling along with my phone in hand to keep an eye on the reception bar. Half an hour into the walk, determination turns to worry as my phone still refuses to pick up a signal.
How long did my mind drift before I noticed the Wi-Fi in the car was gone? I don't know. And I don't know how long our cells were out of range, either. I silenced mine when Jordan wouldn't quit calling me. It never left my pocket the whole trip.
I keep going, refusing to give up. I'm so focused on the phone, it takes longer than it should for the change in ambiance to register. The sounds of the forest still sound ominous around me, but there's another sound too. Like the distant hum of a motor.
I stop in the middle of the road, unsure if I'm only hearing what I want to hear or if I actually hear it. As the sound grows louder, so does my confidence. There's a car close by, and it's getting closer.
I plant myself in the middle of the road, refusing to allow it to pass. One way or another, I have to stop it. Atlas is counting on me stopping it.
The truck comes into view down the road, quickly closing the distance between us. It's moving fast, eating up the half a mile or so between us at a rapid pace. I start waving my arms over my head and jumping up and down like a crazy person.
The truck doesn't slow.
It's heading right toward me at a high rate of speed.
I close my eyes and pray.
Chapter Twelve
Atlas
Pain rattles me away, plucking me from sleep and body slamming me into reality. I can't even tell where the fuck it hurts worse. My head feels as if it's going to split open. My forehead and right eye are on fire. My back throbs.
What the fuck happened?
I search my mind, trying to remember. For a long time, nothing comes. Nothing except Gabbi, anyway. She's emblazoned on my memory like a brand.
Gabbi.
"Temptation?" I groan, peeling my eyes open. I'm on the floor in a room I've never seen before now. No, that's not right. I have been here. With Gabbi? Little flashes fire against the inside of my skull.
Yeah, that's right. I'm here with Gabbi. It's a cabin somewhere in the forest. I have no idea why the fuck I'm on the floor. Did I pass out? I try to remember what I was doing but nothing comes to mind. I remember waking up this morning to head out and then…nothing. Not even hazy memories offer clues to fill in the gaps.
"Gabbi?" I fight my way to a sitting position, frowning as something prods at my throat. What the fuck? I reach for it, knocking something off my chest in the process. I can't even see what I dropped, though. I can't bend my damn neck to look.
I reach up, feeling the cloth-covered wood around my neck.
"What the fuck is this?" I mutter, fighting the knot that holds it together with thick, uncoordinated fingers. It finally comes loose and I toss it aside, glancing down to see what fell when I moved.
My head swims dangerously, everything going in and out of focus for a moment. My stomach churns, bile crawling up my throat. I force it back, force myself to focus. The blurry, dizzying sensation fades, allowing me to see my phone.
I pick it up to check the time. It's late afternoon. The facial recognition software scans me and then unlocks. My phone is open to my texts, one still typed into the message field.
It takes a minute for my eyes to focus on it.
I scan it, my confusion turning to alarm as I read the message Gabbi left for me.
The porch collapsed on you. I had to dig you out. You have a head injury. I'm hiking out for help. Stay here and don't light the fire. Please don't die on me.