WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT
RAW (NAKED, BOOK 6)
by Kelly Favor
© Kelly Favor. 2014, all rights reserved.
Caelyn wasn’t sure exactly when she snapped.
For a moment, all she knew was that Elijah was in the backseat of a police car about to be taken to jail.
Meanwhile, she was sitting in his truck, watching as her hopes were destroyed.
But the next thing Caelyn knew, she was on the move, opening the passenger side door and falling out of the truck, striking her knees on the pavement as her hands broke most of the fall. She was too weak to get out of the truck that fast, but she didn’t care.
Her knees and hands were scraped raw and she didn’t care about that, much less feel it.
She was screaming and crying as she stood up and ran towards the police cruiser.
“No,” she screamed. “No, you can’t take him!”
As she got closer, the police officer got out of the car. “Ma’am, get back in your vehicle,” he commanded.
“No!” Caelyn said. She wasn’t even running that fast, although she wanted to.
She was sort of half-limping, half-walking, as blood streamed from her right kneecap and soaked through her pants. “Don’t do this. Don’t arrest him, please. It’s not his fault. I know he didn’t steal my sister’s credit card.”
The officer held his hand up. “Ma’am, stop right now. Do not come any closer.”
His hand had actually gone to the butt of his revolver.
Caelyn faltered. She was gasping for breath already, having barely even run halfway to the police cruiser. She could see Elijah better now. He was shaking his head in the backseat and trying to say something to her, but she couldn’t hear him.
“Elijah, I love you!” she yelled.
“Do not come any closer,” the cop reiterated. “Get back in your car before I handcuff you and take you in for disorderly conduct and assaulting an officer.”
Caelyn’s mind was gone. She knew that it was over. Elijah had already dodged fate when he’d had his parole violation hearing and they’d allowed him another chance.
This was the end of the road for him.
He was going to go to prison and serve out the rest of his sentence, probably with additional time added on because of this new crime he’d supposedly committed.
She might not see him freed for another two or three years, at least.
Two or three entire years away from each other, leading separate lives.
The thought of being without him for so long, especially when she was struggling with her physical health, was unbearable.
Caelyn broke down then. In the middle of the road, sobbing. Sobbing so heavily that she could hardly see or hear or even think. And then, as if it was all too much, like an overloaded computer shutting down—she went blank.
Maybe she passed out.
Caelyn wasn’t even sure what had happened. It was like a mental short circuit.
One second she was there, the next she was gone, like white noise on the television.
When she came to her senses again, an ambulance had arrived on the scene and paramedics were looking her over, asking her questions. Someone was looking at her driver’s license.
“Do you know your name?” someone asked.
“How old are you?” They said.
Still another person asked her, “What year is it?”
“Can you tell me the name of the President of the United States?”
She answered their questions correctly, but they could tell something was wrong.
She could tell from the looks on their faces that they were concerned about her mental state.
Meanwhile, Caelyn just kept telling them that Elijah had been unfairly arrested.
The cop car was gone and she was starting to get more and more hysterical.
“Calm down,” one of the paramedics told her. “We’re going to take you to the Emergency Room for some tests.”
“No,” she yelled. “I need to see him. I need to see Elijah.” She tried to run away, back to the pickup truck. She was determined to drive herself to whatever precinct they were bringing Elijah.
Somehow
RAW (NAKED, BOOK 6)
by Kelly Favor
© Kelly Favor. 2014, all rights reserved.
Caelyn wasn’t sure exactly when she snapped.
For a moment, all she knew was that Elijah was in the backseat of a police car about to be taken to jail.
Meanwhile, she was sitting in his truck, watching as her hopes were destroyed.
But the next thing Caelyn knew, she was on the move, opening the passenger side door and falling out of the truck, striking her knees on the pavement as her hands broke most of the fall. She was too weak to get out of the truck that fast, but she didn’t care.
Her knees and hands were scraped raw and she didn’t care about that, much less feel it.
She was screaming and crying as she stood up and ran towards the police cruiser.
“No,” she screamed. “No, you can’t take him!”
As she got closer, the police officer got out of the car. “Ma’am, get back in your vehicle,” he commanded.
“No!” Caelyn said. She wasn’t even running that fast, although she wanted to.
She was sort of half-limping, half-walking, as blood streamed from her right kneecap and soaked through her pants. “Don’t do this. Don’t arrest him, please. It’s not his fault. I know he didn’t steal my sister’s credit card.”
The officer held his hand up. “Ma’am, stop right now. Do not come any closer.”
His hand had actually gone to the butt of his revolver.
Caelyn faltered. She was gasping for breath already, having barely even run halfway to the police cruiser. She could see Elijah better now. He was shaking his head in the backseat and trying to say something to her, but she couldn’t hear him.
“Elijah, I love you!” she yelled.
“Do not come any closer,” the cop reiterated. “Get back in your car before I handcuff you and take you in for disorderly conduct and assaulting an officer.”
Caelyn’s mind was gone. She knew that it was over. Elijah had already dodged fate when he’d had his parole violation hearing and they’d allowed him another chance.
This was the end of the road for him.
He was going to go to prison and serve out the rest of his sentence, probably with additional time added on because of this new crime he’d supposedly committed.
She might not see him freed for another two or three years, at least.
Two or three entire years away from each other, leading separate lives.
The thought of being without him for so long, especially when she was struggling with her physical health, was unbearable.
Caelyn broke down then. In the middle of the road, sobbing. Sobbing so heavily that she could hardly see or hear or even think. And then, as if it was all too much, like an overloaded computer shutting down—she went blank.
Maybe she passed out.
Caelyn wasn’t even sure what had happened. It was like a mental short circuit.
One second she was there, the next she was gone, like white noise on the television.
When she came to her senses again, an ambulance had arrived on the scene and paramedics were looking her over, asking her questions. Someone was looking at her driver’s license.
“Do you know your name?” someone asked.
“How old are you?” They said.
Still another person asked her, “What year is it?”
“Can you tell me the name of the President of the United States?”
She answered their questions correctly, but they could tell something was wrong.
She could tell from the looks on their faces that they were concerned about her mental state.
Meanwhile, Caelyn just kept telling them that Elijah had been unfairly arrested.
The cop car was gone and she was starting to get more and more hysterical.
“Calm down,” one of the paramedics told her. “We’re going to take you to the Emergency Room for some tests.”
“No,” she yelled. “I need to see him. I need to see Elijah.” She tried to run away, back to the pickup truck. She was determined to drive herself to whatever precinct they were bringing Elijah.
Somehow
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