C M Boers [Obscured 01] Obscured (epub)

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.Table of ContentsStartCoverChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter NineChapter TenChapter ElevenChapter TwelveChapter ThirteenChapter FourteenChapter FifteenChapter SixteenChapter SeventeenAbout The AuthorObscuredC.M.BOERSCopyright © 2014 C.M.BoersAll rights reserved.ISBN:978-0-9906452-1-4DEDICATIONThis book is dedicated to my family and friends, without them I would never have decided dedicate my time and effort to write and publish this book.This is a work of fiction.Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.ACKNOWLEDGMENTSI would like to thank all of my friends and family that had a hand in helping make this book what it is today.I would also like to thank all of my readers.Thank you for taking time to read my book.CHAPTER ONEMy breathing is ragged.The vast desert surrounds me the further I run.Terror grips every ounce of my body.The slowly rising darkness does little to cool the sweltering heat; it only seems to add to my panic.Sweat pours down my back and my t-shirt sticks.Darkened saguaros spring up on the horizon as the sun descends from its rightful place in the sky.The blackened sky has yet to reveal the twinkling gems of the night.Tactfully, I maneuver around the bushes and shrubs until a clearing suddenly appears.I take the opportunity to sprint faster.As the dust from my footfalls envelopes me, a coughing fit ensues as my lungs involuntary attempt to clear themselves.I shot straight out of bed, gasping for air.Each time the dream became more real than the last.It began shortly after I learned we were moving to Arizona, and it had grown increasingly more prevalent.The torment was always the same.I am in the desert running and scared—but of what? My hope was the dreams would go away after we got settled in Arizona, but after a full week nothing had changed.We moved from beautiful Los Angeles, California to the deadening heat of Phoenix, Arizona.Why? Well, I can thank my mom for that one.After the divorce, she said we needed a change, a clean slate if you will.And of all places she could have chosen, she very well may have picked the hottest.The first day at a new school is bad enough, but the first day at a new school in a new town is absolutely terrifying.On top of that, I had just turned 16 and was starting high school.High school, for goodness sake!My name is Abigail Martin, but everyone calls me Abby.Tomorrow will be the first day of pure torture when I start at Kinsley High School.My stomach was a jumble of nerves thinking about it.“Abby, your dad is on the phone for you,” my mom called up the stairs.Rounding the corner, I saw my mom at the bottom of the landing.It was hard not to admire her beauty.My mom has exquisitely beautiful hair, which happens to be just like mine—long, brown and curly.I get my looks from her and most people say they can’t see any of my dad’s features in me.Mom and I share the same blue eyes and she is short like me, however, thanks to my dad I have a slight height advantage.I knew my dad was calling to check-in and make sure we were doing okay.I had to give him credit for being so tough throughout the whole ordeal.I mean, his only child moved six hours away; that was sure to be hard on anyone.I wouldn't tell him, but things were a lot harder than I’d like to admit.I really missed him.There was nothing I would love more than to move back to California and pretend that none of this ever happened.I spent my last day of summer decorating my new room.The curtains on my window were pastel blue, which matched the rest of the chocolate brown and pastel blue décor in my room.The last touch was a few pictures hung on the walls.Preparing for school should have been my next priority.Instead, I was enjoying my last bit of freedom relaxing in my new bedroom.From my window I was able see the beautiful sunsets that Arizona is known for.The horizon was a magnificent orange, and the sky above it was saturated like a pink, red and purple watercolor painting.The sun was half way out of view, brightly glowing orange in the midst of all the color.Even though these sunsets wouldn’t compare to a sunset on the beach, the rich colors in them made them glorious in their own way.Suddenly the sun disappeared, leaving night to descend over the valley.I grabbed a picture of my mom, my dad and I on the beach and climbed in bed.I fell asleep staring at my past, unsure of my future.However, it was time for me to move on, as my mom said, and embrace this new life.But was I ready for that?The next morning, I awoke drenched in sweat once again.My nightmares still hadn’t subsided; in fact, it seemed as though new details revealed themselves each time.This time I was sure I had been running away from someone, but I was unable to see whom it was.The last thing I remembered before waking up was the darkened figure trailing behind me.I briefly wondered if I’d ever get to the end of the dream and discover what I was actually running from.I had my doubts.After rummaging through the boxes on the floor, I finally found an acceptable outfit for my first day, a red tank top and some dark denim capri pants.I hopped down the stairs one by one to the kitchen, where my mom was cooking up eggs, bacon and toast for breakfast [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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