WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT
ACHE (NAKED, BOOK 5)
by Kelly Favor
© ACHE. 2013, all rights reserved.
For a long time it was simply dark. The deepest, darkest blackness Caelyn could ever have imagined—and yet it was darker even than that. Caelyn knew she’d been in a terrible accident. That much, she knew for sure. Everything else was kind of a mystery.
Fading in, the darkness lifted slightly, like a curtain rising, but she was still in some kind of fog.
“Hurry up, Jake. Hurry up.” A familiar voice, but Caelyn couldn’t speak. She couldn’t really even see. For some reason, though, she could still hear.
A somewhat panicked voice. “They’re hurt bad.”
“Just grab the bag, and the gun. Anything else that could get him or us in trouble.”
“What about Elijah?”
“The cops and EMTs are on their way, Jake. Can’t you hear the sirens?”
“Fuck, I can’t believe you—“
“Just give me the damn bag, Jake, and shut up.”
And then the curtain of darkness lowered once more, blocking out the world.
Fading in.
There wasn’t as much fear as there might have been. It was all too confusing.
Everything was different—there was nothing to really do or even feel. It was all just happening, as if she was being allowed to hear certain clips of tape, and then other parts of the tape were turned down so she couldn’t listen.
It was impossible to make sense of it all, and Caelyn wasn’t really trying to.
Please let Elijah be okay.
There were sirens now, loud in her ears, and voices, too. Commotion.
“Christ, look at this. We’re going to need to get the chopper out here.”
“You think?”
“She’s in bad shape.”
“And him?”
“He’s shot, but it’s her head I’m worried about. Brain trauma.”
Time passed, not quickly or slowly—she was simply aware that it was passing.
Eventually she became conscious of the sound of a very loud engine, of movement, of hushed, low tones. Things were getting more muddled.
She once again thought of Elijah. The thought of him brought about a sense of loss, a sense that this was wrong, and she should be with him right now.
I don’t want to go through this alone, Elijah.
Fade out.
***
When she faded in again, she could see.
It was hazy and far away, as if she was watching the world through a backwards telescope. She could see a ceiling overhead, whooshing past her. And there were people carrying her or…no, rolling her on some kind of contraption.
I’m lying on a hospital bed , she thought. They’re pushing me down a hallway.
The faces above her looked down with a lot of concern.
One of them grew surprised. “Hey, I think she’s awake. She’s looking at me.”
Another face turned down and studied her as well. “Probably just a reflex. Her eyes aren’t focused. Caelyn, can you speak? Can you hear us?”
She wanted to respond . Of course I can hear you—I’m not deaf.
But the words wouldn’t come out. It was like someone had frozen her lips into position, given her Novocain until she couldn’t even feel herself enough to respond.
“See, she’s totally gone. Typical brain trauma. We need to get her in the CAT
scan, fast.”
And then she was gone once more.
***
Caitlyn was alone in the darkness again. She was waiting for something, not quite sure who or what she even was. There were no words, no thoughts, no feelings, no sensations whatsoever.
But she was still there. It was peaceful.
And then, slowly, she had her first thought.
I miss him so much.
But who did she miss?
She couldn’t quite remember that part.
There was a longing, a deep, deep hole. A loss.
Please don’t leave me…
Elijah.
That name brought her back to herself. Elijah. Where was he? How could she find him in the darkness?
And then, the darkness began to dissipate, like the night slowly turning into morning, the rays of the sun warming and lighting the world. A loud ringing buzzed her entire head, as she slowly forced her eyes
ACHE (NAKED, BOOK 5)
by Kelly Favor
© ACHE. 2013, all rights reserved.
For a long time it was simply dark. The deepest, darkest blackness Caelyn could ever have imagined—and yet it was darker even than that. Caelyn knew she’d been in a terrible accident. That much, she knew for sure. Everything else was kind of a mystery.
Fading in, the darkness lifted slightly, like a curtain rising, but she was still in some kind of fog.
“Hurry up, Jake. Hurry up.” A familiar voice, but Caelyn couldn’t speak. She couldn’t really even see. For some reason, though, she could still hear.
A somewhat panicked voice. “They’re hurt bad.”
“Just grab the bag, and the gun. Anything else that could get him or us in trouble.”
“What about Elijah?”
“The cops and EMTs are on their way, Jake. Can’t you hear the sirens?”
“Fuck, I can’t believe you—“
“Just give me the damn bag, Jake, and shut up.”
And then the curtain of darkness lowered once more, blocking out the world.
Fading in.
There wasn’t as much fear as there might have been. It was all too confusing.
Everything was different—there was nothing to really do or even feel. It was all just happening, as if she was being allowed to hear certain clips of tape, and then other parts of the tape were turned down so she couldn’t listen.
It was impossible to make sense of it all, and Caelyn wasn’t really trying to.
Please let Elijah be okay.
There were sirens now, loud in her ears, and voices, too. Commotion.
“Christ, look at this. We’re going to need to get the chopper out here.”
“You think?”
“She’s in bad shape.”
“And him?”
“He’s shot, but it’s her head I’m worried about. Brain trauma.”
Time passed, not quickly or slowly—she was simply aware that it was passing.
Eventually she became conscious of the sound of a very loud engine, of movement, of hushed, low tones. Things were getting more muddled.
She once again thought of Elijah. The thought of him brought about a sense of loss, a sense that this was wrong, and she should be with him right now.
I don’t want to go through this alone, Elijah.
Fade out.
***
When she faded in again, she could see.
It was hazy and far away, as if she was watching the world through a backwards telescope. She could see a ceiling overhead, whooshing past her. And there were people carrying her or…no, rolling her on some kind of contraption.
I’m lying on a hospital bed , she thought. They’re pushing me down a hallway.
The faces above her looked down with a lot of concern.
One of them grew surprised. “Hey, I think she’s awake. She’s looking at me.”
Another face turned down and studied her as well. “Probably just a reflex. Her eyes aren’t focused. Caelyn, can you speak? Can you hear us?”
She wanted to respond . Of course I can hear you—I’m not deaf.
But the words wouldn’t come out. It was like someone had frozen her lips into position, given her Novocain until she couldn’t even feel herself enough to respond.
“See, she’s totally gone. Typical brain trauma. We need to get her in the CAT
scan, fast.”
And then she was gone once more.
***
Caitlyn was alone in the darkness again. She was waiting for something, not quite sure who or what she even was. There were no words, no thoughts, no feelings, no sensations whatsoever.
But she was still there. It was peaceful.
And then, slowly, she had her first thought.
I miss him so much.
But who did she miss?
She couldn’t quite remember that part.
There was a longing, a deep, deep hole. A loss.
Please don’t leave me…
Elijah.
That name brought her back to herself. Elijah. Where was he? How could she find him in the darkness?
And then, the darkness began to dissipate, like the night slowly turning into morning, the rays of the sun warming and lighting the world. A loud ringing buzzed her entire head, as she slowly forced her eyes
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