Never Again: Lost Boys of Neverly Prep: Academy Romance by L.E. Bross

Author:L.E. Bross [Bross, L.E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Ever

Total darkness fucks with your head.

Nate took the light bulb out, knowing that I’m afraid of the dark.

Somehow, after I screamed myself hoarse, I managed to crawl around until I found the cot, then pulled the blanket down to wrap it around myself. At first I didn’t believe that Nate would really leave me here to starve to death, but as the minutes—hours?—tick by, reality sinks in.

He’s gone.

I’m trapped in this room, in this warehouse in the middle of nowhere, and I’m going to die. Slowly. Painfully. Just like he said.

My teeth clack together, even though the temperature in the room is so warm that a sheen of sweat covers my face. The air is heavy and the mustiness fills my lungs.

Somehow the light made it more bearable.

In the dark, with no sound at all, it feels like a coffin.

I bark out a hoarse laugh that ends on a gut-wrenching, body-shaking sob.

It is my coffin.

In my mind, I hear a voice calling my name. It sounds so much like Riot that I hold my breath, but there’s nothing except silence now. I strain my ears and hear a noise. Maybe. It’s faint and I’m not sure exactly what it is or where it’s coming from.

Using the cot for reference, I make my way toward where I think the door is, one arm outstretched in front of me. When I finally feel the cool metal under my fingers, I exhale, then press as close as I can get, one ear against the door.

“Hello?” I call out. “Is someone out there?”

I’m greeted by silence, so I slam my hand against the door. It barely makes a sound. A nagging doubt flickers in the back of my mind. What if this was all just a cruel joke? What if Nate is standing outside the door, listening to me fall apart? Enjoying every moment of my pain?

Rage consumes me. That’s exactly something he would do. Emotional torture is his specialty after all.

“You fucking asshole,” I yell. “I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work, Nate. You won’t break me.”

I pound a few more times, then stop and listen. Everything is quiet. The anger recedes as doubt creeps back in. Maybe I imagined the sound.

“Nate, open the door. You proved your point.”

Nothing.

Then I hear it again. Almost like footsteps thumping on metal close by. The balcony? I press my ear tight against the cool metal again, then slam the hell out of my hand on the door.

It barely makes a sound.

He is still here, the bastard.

I need something to hit the door with. To get his attention.

I crawl on my hands and knees, feeling around for anything to use. The room is bare except for the bucket in the corner that no one bothered to empty. I gag when I get close, knowing what’s in it. I’d have to dump it out and even if I did, plastic on metal would barely make any noise.

I need something hefty, something as thick as metal.

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