Preview of chapter 1.19 ((Spoilers))
Hey guys! Just figured I would do something a little bit different, and give you a spoiler of the next chapter to tide you over until the next one is released. Please note, it’s just a small little snippet, but I’m working on it right now, and hope to have it completed soon. And when I say soon, I mean Monday or Tuesday, because I work doubles all weekend, and I doubt I’ll be in any shape to sit at my computer at all. So far, the way this chapter is shaping up, it’s going to be pretty lengthy, but I’m having a blast with it so far, and I really hope you will enjoy it! Keep in mind, this is the first rough draft, and some things may be added or changed as I see fit. 🙂
Being knocked unconscious wasn’t like it was in the movies, where the heroine wakes up still looking beautiful, but hasn’t a clue where she is, and how she got there. No, when I woke up, It was face down in a puddle of my own blood, feeling like my head was a gong, and some sadistic asshole delighted in ringing said gong as much as possible. I knew exactly where I was, and what had happened, the smell of mothballs burning my nostrils, making me feel like I was going to be sick.
I cracked open an eyelid, even in the dim light it felt like the seventh circle of hell, and I squeezed them shut, the pain almost overwhelming with its intensity.
Ignoring the throbbing in my head, I sat up, my hands slipping in my congealing blood, and scrambled to my grandmothers side where she lay unconscious. I lifted her head into my lap, sagging with relief when I saw the slow rise and fall of her chest, and just a slight trickle of blood that flowed from her ear.
“Wake up!” I whispered. “Waaaaaaaakeup.” I slapped her cheeks lightly. Her eyelids fluttered gently, causing my heart to leap with hope.
“Madeline?” She asked, her face grimacing with pain. “What’s going on?”
“What’s happening is that I’m going to get us out of here…” I muttered, gently lowering her head back down to the floor and patting my thighs desperately for my cell phone. Leggings. Shit. Why did I have to wear leggings? Would it have killed me to wear something with pockets?
I turned back to my grandmother, patting her on the cheek once again. Her lids fluttered open. “Can you stand?” I demanded.
“I believe so.” Meredith whispered, as I helped her to her feet.
………………..That’s all you get……….:)