Page 129 of Past the Broken Bridges

My world goes black.

Chapter Thirty

Sawyer

There’s a crushing weight on my chest and throat as I try drawing a breath.

Breathe,I tell myself.You have to breathe.

I try but feel like I’m suffocating.

Breathe. Scream. Something.

I muster everything I possibly can from the deepest pit of my stomach and let go, screaming through the blackness in my vision that feels like a nightmare.

Keep screaming.

Keep breathing.

I do it again, the darkness settling in.

Encasing me.

Trapping me.

Luring me to it.

Then, through blurry vision, I see lights.

Red ones.

Blue ones.

Yellow ones.

From a distance, such a far, far distance, I hear voices.

And I scream again.

Scream until my voice cuts out.

Chapter Thirty-One

Banks

I’m going to kill him.

Dialing his number for a third time, I pace where my truckshouldbe. There’s only one person who knows where the spare key is, and I saw him leave the apartment over an hour and a half ago looking sketchy as hell.

He’s lost his damn mind.

“Pick up the fucking phone, Dawson,” I growl into the voicemail as soon as the recorded message finishes playing. “I’m not playing games. You crossed a line. If you’re not back in twenty minutes, I’m calling the goddamn police and getting your ass arrested.”

A lie, although tempting. So tempting.

And as if fate is taunting me for being such a pushover, I hear sirens blaring in the distance.

“What the…?” I hang up the phone and walk out toward the road, listening as multiple emergency vehicles roar by in the distance after the first siren sounds.

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