Our Final Tale (Iron Fury MC, #6) by Jewel Bella

Author:Jewel, Bella
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Bella Jewel, Iron Fury, Our Final Tale, Second Chance, Motorcycle club, Jokers Wrath, New Adult
Publisher: Bella Jewel
Published: 2018-09-22T16:00:00+00:00

~12~

NOW – ELLIE

Slater’s house.

I know it.

The moment we step out of the car, I look up. I tip my head back and stare. It’s run down, and it’s old, but I know this house. I know it and the familiar feeling it brings me nearly brings me to my knees. It feels like home. A strong sense of warmth washes over me, and I want to run inside it and never leave.

My head turns to the left and I stare at the house next door.

I stare at it, and also, I feel such a strong sense of familiar. But not as heavy as this house. This house, this house is home. I know it, and I feel it so strongly that I stop walking, and I just stare, and stare, and try to make my brain work with me. I want it to open up, to just let me remember. Not just this, but everything. No more scattered memories.

I can tell you a few things about my life with my parents, I remember when they died. But every part after that is hazy. I only have maybe a handful of clear memories, the rest are kind of...distorted. Like I can see them, only they’re really fuzzy, so I don’t know what exactly they’re about. I dream a lot, though it’s never me in the dreams, they seem familiar somehow. Like my brain is trying to show me, and I don’t want to let it.

And of course, I remember the horrid years I spent with him.

I wish my brain would let me forget those.

Though the beginning of my time there, is a foggy mess.

I remember seeing Charlie, and being scared and confused, and trapped in a basement.

And then that’s it. Drugs, and abuse, and hell filled my life for so many years after that, I don’t recall where I was, or what I was doing, just flashes of horror.

Only in the last five or six years with him, did I start to regain some of my mind back.

And that’s only because he laid off the drugs, and I started to get a better idea of what was doing on, but it was already too late for the rest of the memories. Those were already locked away in my mind, in a safe place, refusing to come back out.

“Y-y-y-you...you lived here...didn’t you?” I whisper when Slater stops beside me.

He tips his head back, and looks up at the house, almost as if seeing it for the first time himself.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “And you lived next door,” he points to the other house. “With Bob and Marlene Robertson. They died two years ago.”

Bob and Marlene.

Frustration bubbles in my chest that an instant image of them doesn’t just pop up like I need it to.

Anger grips me.

“I can’t remember anything, and yet it seems so familiar to me. Like my body knows what my mind doesn’t.”

Slater looks down at me, just as the other trucks and bikes pull in. They’re all here to talk about what happened.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.