A/N: Due to the hard times my family’s been going through (I lost my sister on the 14th, later hubby and I lost a coworker, and yesterday we lost a dear and close friend) I’ve decided to postpone the launch of The Beast to mid-January. In return for your patience I’m posting teaser chapters for your enjoyment!
Arms. Around me.
Hands. Reaching out to me.
George’s face inching closer. Bobby’s eyes, wide as saucers, as he runs towards me.
Someone touched my shoulder and I cringed, even though I couldn’t feel a thing.
It didn’t take long to realize I couldn’t hear either.
Hands helped me to my feet, coaxed me to follow.
At first I wasn’t sure whose hands they were; all I knew was that they were warm, that they felt safe. I focused my eyes and it was Bobby who was dragging me away, walking against the current of police and paramedics rushing to the scene.
Ollie welcomed me into the van, sat me on a seat next to his, and covered me with a blanket without uttering a word. Then Armand climbed in with Bradley and we started moving. The rattling of the wheels on the cobblestones and the swaying of the giant metal cube added to my discomfort. I wanted to puke, to run, to scream, to snap in some way, but I had no strength.
The only time I lifted my eyes was to meet Armand’s. Even when I tried, I couldn’t get the tears to flow. It felt as if they were flooding the inside of my face but encountering a dam when they reached my eyeballs. He noticed and held me in a tight embrace.
Adrian Lang, my grandfather, was dead. My teacher and tormentor had given his life to save the man I loved.
I, on the other hand, hadn’t saved his life in return.