Shattered Dreams (Dream #1) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Dream Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
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I taste metal in my mouth as I try to open my eyes. I hear people talking all around me, and I have the biggest headache of my life. I open my eyes, looking around at the pitch-black darkness. My arm is stuck, and I can’t move it as I look around and see I’m upside down in the cab. The seat has me pushed against the dashboard; the white airbag popped under me. “Jennifer!” I call for her and hear moaning coming from the back seat, but with me pushed against the dash, I can’t see behind me. “Jennifer.” I try pushing the seat back, but my arm feels like it’s out of place. “Jennifer!” I call her name more frantically now.

I hear sirens approaching. “Help!” I shout. “Somebody!” I try again, but the darkness takes me again right after I whisper her name, “Jennifer.”

I hear the sound of rustling coming from the side of the truck. “We have help coming,” a woman says.

“What about the other car?” a man asks, the voice foreign to me. The sound of people bustles around beside us, but no one is doing anything to help us.

“It’s in the ditch, and we just pulled the driver out,” a man answers as I try to pry open my eyes. “The ambulance just got here.”

I fight the darkness, but it’s too strong. “Holy fuck,” a man says right before I’m sucked back in. “We’re going to need the Jaws of Life.”

Chapter Two

Autumn

I hear the sounds of crunching metal as I try to pry open my eyes. “How the fuck did this end up upside down?” someone asks once the crunching metal stops, and then I hear a buzzing sound coming from my ears. My left side feels like it is being crushed as I try to take a deep breath, but the pain rips through me. I groan softly, trying to push away the pain, and open my eyes, though they feel like they are sealed shut. I lick my lips, but my mouth is dry, and I notice the metallic taste right away as I fight to open my eyes.

“We got this door open!” someone shouts. I’m not sure if it’s right beside me or far away.

“Fuck,” another voice yells, “let’s get him out!” The pain in my side is making it so hard to breathe that everything comes out in what feels like pants. I try to remember where the fuck I am.

Waylon’s voice cuts into my thoughts. “You shut the fuck up and don’t say a fucking word,” he hissed at me, “you’re a waste of my time.” I flinched at the words, but I’m not sure why since he always goes down this road when he’s had too much to drink.

I knew I should have said something to someone, but I also knew he would kill me if I did. I was so dumb. “Jennifer!” Charlie calls her name. “Jennifer.” The last time I saw her, she was beside me as we swerved in the road. Waylon was looking back at me instead of looking forward. The bright lights of the car filled the cab, and I think I screamed, or maybe someone else screamed, but we were jerked from one side to the other. I think he hit the car, or the car hit us, but all of a sudden, we were going through the air. My eyes closed, and the darkness took me, and now I am fighting against it to open them back up.

“Everleigh?” Brock mumbles from beside me, or at least I think it’s beside me. “Everleigh, are you okay?”

“Hmm,” someone mumbles, “my head.” I feel movement and try with all of my strength to push myself away from the seat that I’m against. “It hurts.”

“Guys, how is Jennifer?” Charlie asks from the front seat.

“I think she’s on top of me,” I can barely get out. “I can’t move.” I lick my lips again.

“Brock, are you okay?” Charlie asks.

“Foot is stuck. Feels like something is in my leg.” His voice is pained.

“Help!” Charlie screams from the front seat as we hear sirens and then people rushing all around the truck.

“Do we know how many people are inside?” The question is asked, and I want to answer it, but I’m so tired. I just want to close my eyes, if only for a minute.

It sounds like a saw is working near us and then the sounds of crunching metal. “We got a door off!” someone shouts. “Fuck, I think he’s DOA.” What the hell does that mean? DOA? My mind spins as to what they are saying. “We need more hands.”

“We got the second door opened!” another man shouts. “We’re going to get you out.”

“Everleigh,” Brock says to the man.

“We have to get you out first and then get her,” the man states, and then I hear the sound of roaring in pain from Brock, and I flinch at the sound of it. I want to move my hand, but I can’t move it. Everything feels like it’s a thousand pounds. “Fuck,” someone else says, “we need a paramedic here.”


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