I’m getting this up early. My other computer is installing updates(for the last almost hour and a half!) so I can’t get the writing done I’d planned to. But, there are some things I can get done on my Surface while I wait for that to finish(computer’s restarting again, so hopefully that will be it *crosses fingers* *uncrosses fingers because that makes it hard to type).
Anyway, I have the next to last chapter of Staring at the Sun up on Wattpad now. So, next weekend will be the final chapter. Then, I have to finish writing Hawk’s story and revise it before I’ll have anything else for you. But, for now, here’s the beginning of Chapter 9.
Cassie leaned her head back against the wall, forcing tears back once more. She’d gone along with Jake and Daniel easily enough. Not that she’d call it of her own free will. She hadn’t put up a fight. She hadn’t wanted Jake to take it out on Barbie if she’d fought back before they were away from the clubhouse.
As soon as it was out of sight, they’d pulled over, put a cloth around her eyes and tied her hands behind her back with something she figured was only a step away from zip ties. She couldn’t have fought back if she wanted to. Suddenly she had. Even as she’d tried, one of them hit her with the side of a fist, if she could guess by the feel of it. It stunned her long enough for them to climb back into the front and pull onto the road.
She hadn’t even been buckled in, so she bounced around every time they hit a bump. She swore Jake hit every bump he could as hard as possible. She didn’t have any way to brace herself or even see what was coming. She’d smacked her head on the window several times and the seat in front of her even more often. By the time the car stopped again, her head throbbed and spun, and she was sure she would be sick.
Neither of the men cared. They yanked her out of the car and shoved her up the walk toward the house. She fell twice, and they handled her even rougher. They’d left her alone in this room, but they had at least removed the blindfold. She wasn’t sure if she could have taken much more of that. Still she felt like she would lose it.
She didn’t have a clue how much time she’d been here. Except night hadn’t come yet. Where was Grady? Would he come for her? How would he even find her? What had Henry done to him? Told him? What was he going to do to her? When would he get here? Where was she? This wasn’t the house she’d shared with Henry for eighteen years.
All those questions kept circling in her head the longer she was forced to sit here. By the time something happened, she wasn’t sure she’d have any sanity left.
That was probably their plan.
Cassie gasped as something moved in the window. She blinked, sure she had to have imagined it. Maybe this was how losing her mind started. Seeing things that weren’t there, couldn’t be there.
The face remained there. She blinked again and recognized it. She couldn’t remember his name, but she’d seen him talking to Grady out at the clubhouse. What was it they called him? “Wraith,” she breathed out the name as it came to her.
If you want to find out what happens next, you can read the rest of it here. Let me know what you think. And next week, I’ll have that final chapter for you.