Real Girl Read online Sheridan Anne (Aston Creek High #4)

Categories Genre: Crime, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Aston Creek High Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
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Shay drove us back while Damian and I groaned from the backseat of my truck. We got home just after 9 pm and rather than making his way to his own place, Damian instantly crashed on the couch. I sat up with mom holding a packet of frozen peas to my face while she tried telling me that it was all going to be alright.

I don’t see how it is though. Skylah is married to that fucking dick. He’s never going to let her out of his sight. If I thought trying to free her from Lucien’s mansion was hard, then this is simply impossible. I wouldn’t be surprised if the fucker had her chained to the bed.

My phone rings on my bedside table and I stare down at it. The only name I want to see appearing on the screen is Skylah’s but that’s never going to happen. She doesn’t even have a fucking phone anymore.

Blake’s name flashes up at me and I let out a heavy sigh. I was supposed to call him last night to let him know how it went but I didn’t have the strength to tell him that I failed…again. I don’t want to talk to him right now, but this is his sister. He deserves to know that she’s now married and slipping farther and farther away.

I hit the answer and press the phone to my ear. “Hey, man,” I sigh. “I’m sorry-”

“You’vegottogoback,” he rushes out. “She got out. She fucking got out.”

I sit up out of bed before throwing myself to my feet. “WHAT?” I demand, hoping I heard him correctly as I reach for my keys. “What do you mean she got out? Where is she?”

“I don’t know. She said she’s at a gas station about ten miles out of town, hiding by a fucking pay phone. She ran all fucking night, man. I don’t know what’s going on or what happened, but she didn’t sound right. You have to go and get her.”

Fuck.

I grab my shoes and throw them under my arm, not having a second to sit down and put them on. I race from my room and start heading for the door. “I’m on my way.”

“She has a plan,” he tells me. “I don’t know what it is but she said to bring back up.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What is she going to do?”

“I don’t fucking know, but she said she wants to end this. She’s not coming back home until it’s done.”

“Fuck. Alright. I’ll call you when I’ve got her,” I tell him, ending the call and jamming it deep into the pocket of my sweatpants.

What my fucking girl wants she gets.

Finding Damian sprawled out of the couch, I grab his shoes and hoodie and throw them down on his back. “Get the fuck up, man. We’ve got her.”

Damian shoots off the couch as though he wasn’t just in a deep sleep. His eyes are wild and desperate as he looks back at me. “The fuck? We got her?”

I nod and start heading for the door with Damian on my heels, shoving his things into his pockets and racing behind me. We get out to my truck and just before Damian goes to open the passenger side door, I stop him. “She’s not coming home until she ends this. I don’t know what she has planned but this is Skylah we’re talking about, you know this could get fucked up.”

“You said the words yourself, man. This is Skylah we’re talking about. I’m in and don’t fucking try to talk me out of this again.”

With that, he tears open the door and climbs up into my truck. I rush around to the driver’s side and in seconds, my truck is rumbling to life and I hit the gas, more than ready to go and get my girl.

We get three seconds into our trip when I slam on the brakes outside Skylah’s home. “What the fuck are you doing?” Damian roars as I throw open the door and scramble out.

“Wait here.”

I rush to the front door and reach up to the top of the door frame for the spare key. Shaylee stopped keeping it here when the Lucien threat became all too real but put it straight back when Skylah went missing, wanting her to have access to her home at all costs.

I throw the door open and find Shaylee gawking at me from the kitchen. “What’s happened?” she demands as I race through the house to Skylah’s bedroom.

I don’t waste time stopping to explain and begin rifling through Skylah’s things. “What happened?” Shaylee demands, now at the bedroom door.

“She’s coming home,” I tell her, searching high and low.

“I’ll get my things.

“No,” I rush out as my hand curls around the little piece of paper that I’ve been desperately searching for. “We’re ending this and Skylah would never forgive me for bringing you along. This shit is about to get fucked-up.”


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