False Start by Echo Grayce EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Echo Grayce
- Language: English
- Genre: Sports Fiction
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Maisy
SHARP, JAGGED PAIN SPEARED THROUGH MY SIDE, MAKING ME SUCK IN A
hard, deep breath. My teeth dug into my mouthguard as I growled low in my
throat. Glancing up at the pack as they skated into position, I met Tilly the
Hun’s mean eyes. They crinkled at the corners when they narrowed, not with
age, but with spite. The sneer spread over her face, a glimpse of the cold
black heart that chugged inside her chest.
Of course the last bout of the season had to be against her team. Why
wouldn’t it? We’d go head-to-head, our personal bitter rivalry a living,
breathing heartbeat on the track. Each smackdown she delivered trying to
gouge the armor of my confidence.
She refused to stop swinging at me.
And no matter how many times she came at me, no matter how hard, I
refused to stay down.
Tilly’s calculating smile promised more retribution to be delivered the
minute the ref blew the whistle to start the jam.
Retaliation for landing on her turf.
Punishment for being an outsider in her town.
Reckoning for refusing to leave.
Every bout, every blow of the whistle when our skates met the track in
the same jam, she played out her need for revenge.
And I showed up front and center for the battle between us that would
never be over.
Because in life, and especially in roller derby, when they knock you
down, you get back up.
You always get back up.
Pathetic, emotionally bankrupt Tilly had no clue she’d been preparing me
for this sport for a decade. She’d been hardening me with brutality to take hit
after hit, building my endurance.
Fueling my tenacity, all to her own detriment.
She thought she could scare me away?
Fuck no.
As long as derby existed, she’d have to keep facing me. She’d never have
this sport on her terms.
Free from me.
With one last glance over her shoulder, our eyes connected, and I grinned.
The gauntlet dropped with the shrill peel of the referee’s whistle cutting
through the air. Pushing off my toe stops, I tapped into the adrenaline, the
anger burning low in my belly whenever I saw Tilly’s face—heard her
poisonous voice—and lunged forward, looking for a way around or through
the pack.
Pockets opened but closed a fraction of a second later as bodies collided,
muscles flexed, and determination-laced grunts filled the air.
Tuned into the calls from my blockers, I pushed at barriers, waiting for
something to give.
Moving to the outside, I kept my eyes on the inside, looking for space to
get through. Throwing my shoulder as though I planned to cut around the
outside, pushing the boundaries, I lurched forward and the two blockers in
front of me crowded right, keeping their bodies tight together, closing the
gap, giving me the opportunity to dart around them in the middle.
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