All The Pretty Ghosts (The Never Series Book 1) by Jamie Campbell (my miracle luna book free read .TXT) 📕

I managed to make it out alive, I was not going to compromise my house on the hill.

“You live by yourself?”

Why did it matter? We weren’t going to be best friends, my life was of no interest to him. I played along anyway, trying to delay whatever plans they had for me. I needed some time to think up a plan to escape. There had to be a way somewhere.

“Yes,” I replied.

“What school did you go to?”

“All Saints Girls’ Grammar.”

He chuckled again before turning to the others. “We have a snobby girls’ school girl here. All Saints Girls’ Grammar.”

“I hated those girls,” one of the other guys replied, spitting the words out. I guessed none of them were probably popular at their schools when there actually was such a thing as classes and teachers. Although, the Event had seriously changed most people.

Jet turned back to me as the others still grumbled amongst themselves. “I bet you were a cheerleader too, right?”

“No, I wasn’t.” That wasn’t a lie either. The cheerleaders and I had a mutual ignorance of each other. I didn’t bother them and they didn’t bother me.

“So… what are we going to do with you, princess?”

“Let me go.”

“That’s not going to happen, not when we’re only getting acquainted now.” Jet’s vocabulary was speaking volumes about who he used to be. Ordinary street thugs didn’t use words like acquainted. “Sit tight, princess. We’re only just getting started.”

He patted my knee before getting up and walking over to the rest of the group. He said something which made the rest of them laugh, I couldn’t hear what it was.

My eyes searched the room, trying to find some ray of hope that I would be able to get out alive. Oliver wasn’t going to come for me, he thought I was going straight home. Perhaps, in a few days, he might visit my house on the hill and find it empty.

But I didn’t have a few days.

If I even lasted for the rest of the day I would have been surprised. My time was ticking down like the red flashing lights on a bomb and it wouldn’t be too long before I expired. Somehow I didn’t think Jet and his minions would be good hosts.

The slap to the back of my head left me with a horrible headache. I forced myself to stay awake and breathe through the throbbing in my head. My resolve was growing dimmer as the minutes went by. The pain was intense and it never relented.

“She’s in here,” the voice was familiar but I couldn’t quite place it. To look around and see who it was would have made my head throb even worse. I continued to focus on the ground instead, the pain stronger than the curiosity.

“Oh, she’s tied up.”

“That can’t be good.”

“Not around here.”

“What was she doing here anyway?” I placed the voices, they were the ghosts from outside. I chanced a slow glance their way, making sure I wasn’t going crazy and hearing things.

I was surrounded.

There had to be twenty of them now, all adults and all staring at me like I was the freak in the circus. I should have sold them tickets, I would have been rich.

“Those boys are bad news.”

“They weren’t always like this.”

“So what, they deserve a gold star now?”

The conversation went on around me without any acknowledgement of my participation. They were making my head throb worse, the pain shooting through my temples like a dart gun. The nausea was growing in the pit of my stomach, rising into my throat and threatening to choke me.

I swallowed it back, along with my tears. To be surrounded by so many people and knowing they couldn’t help me was frustrating. To anyone else, the room would have been quiet with only the murmurs of the boys to break the silence.

But not to me.

I was sitting in the noisiest room I had experienced aside from the school hall. The spirits babbled on, changing subjects like they would socks in their living life. I couldn’t keep up with them. Not when the room was starting to spin.

I was either going to pass out or vomit, both scenarios seemed as likely by that stage. I would have preferred the former, however. Something told me the boys wouldn’t exactly help clean me up after I threw up my measly meal.

My head flopped forward, taking away my consciousness as everything went black and quiet.

Finally.

Chapter Five

 

 

Someone was slapping me. My cheek was stinging from each impact. It wasn’t hard, just enough to get my attention and really wish they would stop.

“She’s waking up.” A male voice. Did it belong to the hand hitting me?

“About time.”

“What’s her deal, anyway? Who sleeps in the middle of this?”

I didn’t want to open my eyes but I figured they weren’t likely to stop slapping me if I didn’t. They blinked open, hurting as even the dim light hit my retinas.

“Everly?” The voice again.

I blinked, trying to focus on the face looming in front of me. It was a guy, definitely a male of the species. He had dark brown hair, black eyes.

Jet.

“Is she drunk?” one of the figures beside him said, the one with the twitchy hand.

After a few more blinks I could make out two figures close to me, another few looming behind. They were all looking at me but none seemed particularly worried.

“Where…?” I started asking the question but the memories crashed back into my head like a speeding train. I was their prisoner, I was tied to a chair in some long forgotten warehouse.

Yeah me.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” Jet asked.

“What are you doing?” his friend instantly shot back. “She’s not a baby, I’m sure