A pINK Novel, #2
by K.S. Thomas
Genre: contemporary romance
Eight seconds at a time. That’s how you beat the bull. Survive the ride. Win.
Eight seconds at a time.
It’s been drilled into me for as long as I can remember. To help me focus. Manage my fear. Stay in control.
Eight seconds at a time.
I can do anything eight seconds at a time.
Even get over her.
Riot.
When she disappeared, it was all I could think to do. Keep breathing. Keep moving. Keep living.
Eight seconds at a time.
Until eight seconds turned to eight minutes. Eight hours. Eight days. Eight weeks. Eight months.
And finally, eight years.
Only now she’s back.
And I know the only way I’m getting through this, is eight seconds at a time.
Eight seconds at a time.
It’s been drilled into me for as long as I can remember. To help me focus. Manage my fear. Stay in control.
Eight seconds at a time.
I can do anything eight seconds at a time.
Even get over her.
Riot.
When she disappeared, it was all I could think to do. Keep breathing. Keep moving. Keep living.
Eight seconds at a time.
Until eight seconds turned to eight minutes. Eight hours. Eight days. Eight weeks. Eight months.
And finally, eight years.
Only now she’s back.
And I know the only way I’m getting through this, is eight seconds at a time.
“Babe, I don’t care about your past.” She waves her hand, trying to gesture how far out of the picture it is, even when we both know it’s not nearly far enough.
“But you should.” I lift my wrist and hold it out for her to see. “Remember this?” I shake it, as if shaking her name will somehow shake her out of my system. “This is her.”
“Riot?” Juli’s growing more confused and scared every time I open my mouth. I’m not doing this very well. “Riot is a person?”
“Yeah, Riot is a person.” I drop my arm to my side again. “Stone’s her real name. She’s Sketch’s sister. We’ve known each other since we were kids. Fell in love by the time we were in our teens. She was crazy and off the walls, she was a non-stop riot, my Riot.”
Juli’s lips press together tightly, leaving a white line across her face where her mouth should be. “Until she dumped you,” she spats, clearly hoping that’s the end of my story.
“She didn’t dump me.” Hell, maybe she did. Maybe running away was her extremely elaborate way of ending our relationship. Wouldn’t be the first time I considered the possibility.
“She disappeared. Middle of the night. Her parents thought she’d been kidnapped. Cops were leaning toward runaway, but no one ever knew for sure.” I haven’t told anyone about any of this in years. Not since it first happened. It’s strange how easily it’s all coming out. Maybe it’s shock. Maybe I should just enjoy the slow spreading numbness of it while it lasts.
“Sounds very dramatic,” Juli snorts snidely. “I’m sure everyone felt really stupid when she showed up again just another moody teenager.”
My brow furrows. She’s not getting it.
“No…that’s what I’m trying to tell you, Juli. She never showed back up. She was missing this whole time. For eight years no one had a fucking clue what happened to her. She was just…gone. Until today.”
Silence.
Well, the loud rush of blood and explosive pounding of my heart from the adrenaline notwithstanding, silence.
“Why are you telling me all of this now?” Her voice is quiet. She knows the answer to her own question even if she doesn’t want to.
“So you understand…why I can’t do this right now. Us. Moving forward. Making plans. I just need…a break.”
Tears well up in her blue eyes and her usually flawless mascara smears despite her attempt to lightly dab at the corners with her fingertips. “Are you going back to her?”
I shake my head. “It’s not about going back to anyone. It’s about all the shit I have to figure out now that she’s here. Shit I can’t drag you through, Juli. Shit that I buried so far down inside me the only thing that was ever going to bring it back to see the light of day was her, and honest to God, I gave up believing that day would ever come a long time ago.”
She bites her lip, eyes turned up at me with such sadness I hate myself for putting it there. “But you wanted it to. You wanted the day to come…for her to come back.”
Always. Every second of every day I wanted it.
“I never wanted this.”
EIGHT
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REVIEWER: RAYCHEL
RATING: 4.5 Stars
Eight is part of the PINK novels, it can be read as a stand alone BUT I would recommend reading the others first (or at least Eleven). I really fell for Memphis in his novella, Eleven and we nee him again in Nine and finally his book Eight. My heart broke for him and as much as I liked Riot I hated her for what she did. Thus making it hard to really enjoy her for a long time when reading Eight. Memphis is just so sweet and you can't help but love him. The storyline was sweet but heartbreaking at times. I feel Memphis should have put up a bigger fight but she is his Riot. When reading a PINK novel you don't just get the two main characters, you are getting all of these supporting characters that do a wonderful job supporting and you have to hope and wait for their book so you can get more.
Nine.
The number of years between us.
Nine.
And that’s just one reason it’ll never work. I have eight more. One for every year I’ve been alive longer than he has. They’re simple reasons. Obvious ones. And all I should need to know to understand that giving Lucas McNealy even half a thought, is a total and complete waste of time.
Only he doesn’t seem to know that. If he did, I’m sure he wouldn’t keep showing up.
In my thoughts.
At my shop.
And on my doorstep.
Nine simple reasons.
Nine undeniable years.
Nine attempts to tell him ‘No’. Nine.
NINE
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