Never Never by Tarryn Fisher EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Tarryn Fisher
- Genre: Contemporary Romance, Fiction & Literature
- Publish Date: 7 June 2016
- Size: 2 MB
- Format: PDF / EPUB
- Status: Avail for Download
- Price: Free
The first thing I notice is the pounding in my chest. It’s so
fast it’s painful. Why would a heart need to pound this hard? I
breathe deeply through my nose and open my eyes on the
Then I throw myself back.
Luckily, I’m on a bed and I tumble onto a mattress. I roll
away from the man staring intently at me, and land on my feet.
I squint at him while backing up. He’s watching me, but he
hasn’t moved. This eases the pounding in my chest a little. A
He’s young. Not quite a man, maybe late teens or early
twenties. I have the urge to run. A door…I need to find a door,
but if I take my eyes off him, he may…
“Who the hell are you?” I ask. It doesn’t matter who he is. I
just need to distract him while I find a way out of here.
He’s quiet for a moment as he sizes me up. “I was about to
ask you the same thing,” he says.
His voice makes me stop shuffling sideways for a few
seconds. It’s deep…calm. Deeply calm. Maybe I’m
overreacting. I make to answer him—which would be the
reasonable thing to do when someone asks you who you are—
but I can’t.
“I asked you first,” I say. Why does my own voice sound so
unfamiliar? I raise a hand to my throat and wrap it around my
“I…” he hesitates. “I don’t know?”
“You don’t know?” I say in disbelief. “How could you not
I spot the door and edge closer, keeping my eyes on him.
He’s on his knees on the bed, but he looks tall. His shoulders
are wide and pull against the t-shirt he’s wearing. If he comes
at me, I doubt I’d be able to fight him off. My wrists look
small. Look small? Why don’t I know that my wrists are
This is it. I have to do it.
I dart for the door. It’s only a few feet away; if I can get it
open I can run for help. I scream as I run. It’s bloodcurdling, a
real ear sore. My hand wraps around the knob and I look back
to see where he is.
He’s in the same spot, his eyebrows raised. “Why are you
I stop. “Why…why aren’t you coming after me?” I’m right
in front of the door. Technically I can open the door and run
out of here before he’s even off the bed. He knows that, and I
know that, so why isn’t he trying to stop me?
He passes a hand over his face and shakes his head, sighing
deeply. “What’s your name?” he asks.
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