Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Ben shrugs as he continues to watch the screens.
Adrian dials the police. “Hello, I would like to speak to Detective Johnston, please. Hurry, it’s urgent.”
“Josh, I have her,” Ben snaps.
We all run back to his screen and he hits replay. It’s a fire escape, the door bursts open, and she runs out. She’s crying…actually, she’s hysterical, gasping for air. She looks around frantically and runs for the road. Our eyes are all locked onto the horror opening before us. My heart sinks again. Look at her. She’s openly devastated…what have I done? She runs in front of a cab and it stops, and she dives into the back seat. It slowly drives away. My head drops in shame as my heart rips in two. The only woman in the world I love is the only woman in the world that I hurt. What in the hell is wrong with me?
My computer beeps and I rush back to it. It’s an aerial shot and a red cross shows where her phone is. I quickly scribble down the address. “She’s at McDonald’s just two blocks away. Hurry.” Ben, Cameron and I run for the door.
“What will I do?” Adrian asks while still waiting on the phone.
“Wait here for the police. Keep the door locked.”
“What if the hit guys come and get me?” he shrieks.
I shake my head in disgust. “It’s hit men, not hit guys. Wimp. Keep the door locked.”
“This isn’t funny, Stanton,” he yells as I run down the hall.
Natasha
I sit in the back of the bus shelter, curled in a ball in the corner chair, my legs tucked under my body. I know if Max has betrayed me and Joshua turns up, I will have no choice but to go with him. But what choice do I have? I don’t know who to trust anymore.
At this point in my life if I can’t trust Max, I really have no one on my side. I feel like a vulnerable child, so lost and homesick. The tears run freely down my face as the reality hits home. My worst fear has become my reality. I know he loves her, I felt it in the barn that day. She said that he was with me out of obligation. Is that true? My mind goes back to when we started hooking up. I can’t be monogamous, so I guess it’s not fair. Why did I think he was different to other men? Why did I think I could turn the ultimate player into husband material? My mind goes over our relationship so far. I have always been the pursuer; it has always been me. I am an idiot; how did I not see this coming? I even had to bribe him with sex to be monogamous while he was in Sydney and that didn’t even work.
My memory brings forth the prostitute that Abbie calls TC
which is short for tunnel cunt. I sob out loud as I realize he didn’t even tell me he loved me until I told him I hadn’t slept with anyone else. Amelie is right; he is with me out of obligation and even if he’s not I am definitely not strong enough to deal with this at the moment. I need time to think. Was he really with me out of guilt? He thinks he wants me…but deep down is he really in love with her? Do they share a bond that I can’t compete with? They have common interests, and they are close friends, companions.
He and I share amazing sexual chemistry, but we fight like cat and dog. I hate horses, know nothing about computers and if I am honest with myself, I want to stay living in Australia. We were never going to work. I just wish I had never killed my father in pursuit of the ultimate happiness. Joshua’s unobtainable love. I just need to get home and forget I ever met this destructive man. They say everything in life happens for a reason. What in the world could be the reason for the amount of hurt I have endured in the last two months? What have I done that is just so bad that it deserves this kind of punishment?
Max walks through the double doors and I half expect to see Joshua behind him, but he’s not. Max has stayed true to his word. I sit still as he walks over to me.
“Come on, crybaby. Up,” he whispers.
I smile as I shakily take the hand, he is holding out for me. He pulls me into an embrace, and I burst into full blown sobs. I hate it when people are nice to you when you are on the edge, it makes you fall apart. I stand for a minute in his arms crying hysterically.
“Tash, let’s go back. Try and work this out with him. He loves you. He’s frantic,” he whispers into my hair.