Foretold-Prophecy and Prediction by Carrie Ryan

Author:Carrie Ryan
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Sff, Ya, Vampires
ISBN: 9780385741293
Publisher: Delacorte Books for Young Readers
Published: 2012-08-28T05:00:00+00:00

Joanna stumbled back into the restaurant just as everyone else was filing out. “Come on,” Laura said, “we’re all getting fresh air.”

Joanna swayed as she watched everybody move past her, toward the parking lot. Laura, Marcus from Venice and his boys, Kelly. Tessa stopped to ask if everything was okay. Joanna wanted so badly to tell her about Ronny. How she was scared of him for the first time in her life. How she was considering whether or not to call the cops now, before he had a chance to do anything. But she was afraid if she let out even one word, she’d start sobbing. And that wasn’t how she wanted people to remember her.

“Girl, go get yourself some water,” Tessa said. “You’re not looking super stable. Helen will help, she’s still in there talking to Willy.”

Joanna only made it a few steps inside the restaurant before she heard arguing coming from the kitchen. Sounded like Helen and Willy. To be sure, she checked their table by the window. Nobody. Then she heard a loud crashing sound in the kitchen.

Joanna stood there stunned.

Maybe this was the crime she sensed was coming. Maybe Willy was in there hurting Helen. Joanna had read on the Internet how common it was for women to go from one abusive relationship to another. She had to save Helen.

Joanna marched toward the kitchen, pushed through the saloon doors. It was Helen and Willy, all right, but they weren’t fighting. They were making out on one of the kitchen counters, surrounded by scattered slices of lime.

When Helen looked up, Joanna took off.

She was so confused. And so drunk. She stumbled back to their table by the window and sat down to think. She was more convinced than ever something awful was going to happen. She just didn’t know what. And she didn’t know where to look or who to keep an eye on. Maybe she was wrong about Ronny. Like she was wrong about Helen and Willy. She pulled out her fortune and read it again. “The hour has finally arrived.” The words seemed to swim around on the slip of paper, like they were alive.

She shoved the fortune into her mouth.

Maybe if she swallowed it whole she’d get rid of its power. But that was too crazy, so she pulled it from her mouth and held it over the candle flame, watched it slowly catch fire and then twist and shrink into blackness.

The embers reminded Joanna of her cigarettes, and she reached into Helen’s bag for the car keys. Even though her stomach was off, and the room was spinning, she had to have something to calm her down. If she was still alive tomorrow, she’d throw away the pack.

Just as she stood up with Helen’s keys, though, she heard screeching tires in the parking lot. Through the window she saw Ricky’s tricked-out Civic.

Her heart climbed into her throat.

She had it right from the beginning. Ricky and his gun. Marcus from Venice and his thugged-out friends.

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