'Far From Over' Breaking Out Series, Book Four By Carol Gambill
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
It was all that Matt Lamont could do in keeping his life separated from his past but now it seemed things were far from over. When a stranger, Autumn Reynolds, picks him up walking, alone and confused, along an country road, Matt is reluctant with the assistance that eventually brings him back to a life of meaning. But there happens to be a little matter of dealing with his failing memory of who he really is. When flashes of that memory start to return, they only tell of a seedy lifestyle and a past filled with torment and heartache. Autumn eventually helps link those pieces of that troubled past which bring him to the inevitable truth, but in the end, will Autumn be the one to ultimately suffer?
Autumn brought the straw up to his mouth and nudged it to his lips. His eyes rolled open as he realized his surroundings were nothing of what he expected to see. It was the same woman from before. His eyes flickered around the room, his mind trying to piece together the dream seconds earlier. He could visualize the other man’s face and with it, a feeling of regret and fear, supported by anger and hurt, but nothing more than that. His eyes settled back on her spoken words.
“Drink slow,” she advised, supporting the back of his head and he sipped slowly. His eyes indolently flickered open and closed as he sipped until most of the cup was emptied.
“You did well,” she mentioned. With her words, his bloodshot eyes flashed her way. One side of his mouth curved. She smiled seeing him somewhat more coherent. He swallowed with difficulty. “Thanks,” he said with a raspy tone.
“Don’t mention it. Are you hungry?” she asked, covering his bare shoulders with the edge of the quilt. He shook his head once.
“How long?” he uttered low.
“Asleep?” His eyes closed languidly.
“Quite a while. You needed it,” she replied. He tried to inch up on his elbow. She eased him back down. “Rest. You need more rest. You’re still too weak.”
He shook his head in disagreement. Weak was an understatement, but he knew he had to get up and be ready. For what—he wasn’t sure, but the urgency was there, nagging him.
“No, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me until this storm passes. I can’t seem to get any kind of reception, phone or otherwise, right now.”
“Don’t go--” he swallowed with difficulty as he tried to speak. Autumn lowered her ear closer to him.
“—out…alone,” he groggily finished. There was so much more that he wanted to tell her but he didn’t have the strength. He sensed what was out there. Once they knew he was missing, they would backtrack to find him and they wouldn’t stop until they did.
Autumn looked at him as if what he was saying made no sense. “Don’t go out alone? Not likely in this storm.” She smiled in reassurance.
“Please—” he muttered. His fingers reached for her. His hand elevated, just slightly, seeking to hold her here. He felt helpless as his hand fell away and gradually, he felt himself fade into blackness.