Read Online Without Light (New Adult Biker Gang Romance) (Night Horses MC Book 2) by Sarah Sorana - Free Book Online Page A

took almost everything I had to force myself to crawl to the wall. Not knowing where the world stopped and started made me feel like I was going to pitch off into a featureless void.
     
    I did it, though. I almost cried when I felt the wall under my hand. I turned and leaned into it as though it were my mother’s strong embrace, feeling the comforting weight of it against my side.
     
    Okay, I told myself, time to stand up.
     
    I could do this.
     
    I could stand.
     
    I leaned away from the wall and pressed both of my palms flat against it. I took a few deep breaths, feeling the slightly rough texture under my hands, cool and hard and present.
     
    My bare feet found the rough concrete floor underneath me and I squatted, and then stood.
     
    I could stand.
     
    Even if they forgot me, even if they came back, I wasn’t going to die crying in the fetal position. I could still control my own body.
     
    I forced my aching limbs to move, pacing around the room with my hand on the wall. I’d seen it plenty in the light from the bare bulb when Jefe was in here with me.
     
    There was a pile of disgusting rags in one corner. I hadn’t gotten desperate enough yet to use it as a bed. When I caught a few minutes of sleep, I simply curled up with my head on one arm.
     
    It left me with an aching body, but I swear I once saw the bedding move.
     
    The room did not have a toilet. They sometimes led me out to a bathroom down the hall, but mostly I held it.
     
    There was a bucket.
     
    I had not gotten that desperate yet.
     
    It was a small mercy that they had not fed me enough to make that urgent.
     
    I stumbled around two laps of the room. Ten tiny shuffling steps in one direction, fifteen in the other. Maybe five feet by eight feet. The room was too narrow for me to stretch out in one direction.
     
    Sometimes Jefe brought a chair in with him. Mostly he came and yelled and kicked me and left.
     
    I was still wearing my pajamas. They were disgusting.
     
    I was still barefoot.
     
    I was cold.
     
    I was hungry.
     
    Two laps of the dark room took everything I had. I collapsed, holding my knees and rocking. Everything hurt. I felt like one giant bruise punctuated by sharper pains.
     
    I was pretty sure that one of my fingers was broken, the way it was swollen. I didn’t even care when I was touching the wall, but once I had sat back down and felt tiny and alone, it screamed and I couldn’t think about anything else.
     
    The tears ran down my face unchecked.
     
    I knew I had to stop crying. Hysterics would do nothing but dehydrate me, and I only got water sporadically.
     
    I took a deep breath.
     
    I had to think.
     
    What did I know?
     
    I knew that I was hungry and I knew that I was cold and I knew that no one would ever find me and I knew that someday they would-
     
    No
     
    What did I know?
     
    Deep breath.
     
    I knew that my parents would be looking for me. They had been frantic and called the cops and been out searching when I was a few hours late from prom.
     
    They would be so worried they would be crying and maybe they’d get sick and maybe they’d die and by the time I got found I’d be alone anyways .
     
    No.
     
    Deep breath.
     
    My parents would be looking for me, their friends would be looking for me, the cops would be looking for me.
     
    I ticked off people on the fingers of my good hand, people I knew loved me and would notice I was gone.
     
    My mother.
     
    My father.
     
    Lyssa, my best friend.
     
    Lynn.
     
    Aunt Terri.
     
    They’d all look for me. They’d find me. It would be okay.
     
    I took another deep breath and started again.
     
    My mother.
     
    My father.
     
    Uncle Ron.
     
    Liam.
     
    Jess.
     
    Deep breath.
     
    Merle.
     
    I’d spent the car ride here, and the first few days, hoping that Merle would swoop in and save me from these assholes.
     
    Instead, there was only me, and el Jefe, and this room. Occasionally the hallway.
     
    I was sitting as far away from the door as