Angelic Nightmare by H G Lynch

Author:H G Lynch [Lynch, H G]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CHBB Publishing
Published: 2017-12-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Ember woke up in a dark room with no memory of falling asleep. She was disoriented, her brain telling her it was still daytime. Sure enough, when she glanced at the clock, it told her it was only four in the afternoon. It was dark because someone had closed the curtains, blocking out the already-fading winter light.

She sat up, gasped in pain as her chest flared hot in one place, and then remembered everything. Her heart rate shot up, and she lurched off the bed, nearly tripping over her own feet in her hurry. She didn’t even make it to the door before Sherry opened it and came in.

“Careful! Jeez, Emz, you’ll hurt yourself. Take it easy,” she scolded, but there were circles under the other girl’s eyes that told Ember there were bigger things to worry about than her hurting herself.

“Reid. Is he okay?” she breathed, her throat dry and sore.

Sherry looked away as she answered. “He will be. He’s still knocked out for now. We can’t wake him for a while; Ricky says he’d been in too much pain. The healing…it’s slow. Raz is trying to speed it up, but…” Sherry shrugged, “Reid probably won’t be back on his feet until tomorrow at the earliest,” she finished, her voice shaky.

Ember felt her legs give out and dropped onto the edge of the bed, tears stinging her eyes. Guilt flooded her, and her mouth trembled. “It’s my fault,” she whispered.

Sherry looked up quickly. “No, don’t be stupid! You couldn’t have known, you couldn’t have stopped—”

“Yes, it is! It’s my fault! I-I should’ve done something! Anything! But I just stood there! As soon as I saw the stake, I froze! I could’ve snapped that guy’s arm before the stake was in too deep! I have the reflexes and the strength, but I didn’t! It-it was just like my nightmare. I felt…weak and helpless. I felt human. I panicked. I got scared. It’s…it’s all my fault.” She slumped, a block of ice settling in her chest, just behind the aching wound. Her heart hurt more than the knife slash.

Then a random thought hit her sideways, out of nowhere, and she felt the urge to cry again. Tonight was Hogmanay. This was the 31st. What a miserable way to start the new year. The past five days —had it really only been five days? It felt like five months — had been utter hell, pure torture, but to start the new year with that…it felt…wrong, somehow. Too miserable, too foreboding. And she didn’t want to see in the new year without Reid.

While everyone else in Britain was counting down to the new year, drinking champagne and cheering and partying, she was going to be sitting clutching Reid’s hand, praying for him to wake up. And if he didn’t…if he didn’t wake up…

No. She couldn’t even think about it. Thinking about that possibility gave her the same feeling she got whenever she thought about Sherry dying, whenever the memory struck her, unbidden and unwanted.

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