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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
More stories from the Acreage. Can Arabella discover the terrible secret of the building?
Das E-Book The Acreage - Part 3 wird angeboten von BookRix und wurde mit folgenden Begriffen kategorisiert:
Horro,thriller
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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206 – Emily
It’s a damp, chilly night, the earlier rain has dried up but the air still had that penetrating cold to it. From her position on the dark corner of the alley, Emily watched as the woman entered one of the main doors Acreage.
She had seen the first lady get out of a cab, she was obviously drunk and had stumbled off to the east end of the building. Now Emily waited while the other one, the caretaker one, wasn’t her name Beth or Bella or something? She entered from the opposite end.
Emily allowed a few moments to pass for safety and then she, a dark figure in a ball cap, wandered across to the east entrance herself and quickly passed through the outer doors. Soon she was in her room, warm and safe.
Kicking off her shoes she moved into the living area, threw her coat over the back of a chair and placed her ball cap, dark glasses and face mask, the only good thing about the pandemic, on the seat.
Emily went to the kitchen, poured some coffee into a mug and put it in the microwave for a minute to heat up. While that was happening she took the wad of bills from her latest drug deal out of her back pocket and stuffed it into the sugar container with the rest of her money, it was a bit of a cliché hiding place but Emily didn’t take sugar in her coffee, only cream, which she now retrieved from a small fridge.
The microwave went ping and she poured the cream, then stirred it with a plastic spoon. She had very few metal utensils. The less reflective surfaces in Emily’s life the better.
She sat on her sofa sipping the hot, creamy brew. She had done pretty well tonight. But then, Emily had become very proficient at playing the system since her accident.
Emily and her friend Jill had been driving home from work together when it had happened. It was snowing, that horrible, wet snow that can instantly freeze as it touches a cold surface. Like a bridge deck for instance.
It was one of those situations that happened fast but felt like it went on forever. A large truck had skidded while braking and jackknifed, first a car had hit it, then another truck. As Emily drove onto the bridge she saw the chaos building ahead and hit the brakes, nothing happened. Her car slid, gracefully and at speed, towards the smaller truck. Its tailgate was down because it was carrying planks of wood, they projected a few inches beyond the lowered tailgate and had red warning tape tied to them so they could be seen.
Emily and Jill saw them just fine. Saw them as their car hit the back of the truck, the hood sliding under the tailgate and the planks, with their warning tape, smashing through the windshield and into their faces.
Jill died instantly; Emily was taken to hospital. She survived, had spent over a week in an induced coma, a plank to the face can cause serious damage. Shattered eye socket, skull fractures to her forehead, a broken nose, broken cheek bones and a deep scar that crossed her face like the Grand Canyon.
After a long time in hospital, countless cosmetic surgeries and pain medications galore, Emily decided to put some of the pain medications to a different purpose, but her attempt at suicide didn’t work.
She found herself in a different kind of hospital, the psychiatric version. After a while she was transferred to the Acreage, “Just for a short time” Doctor Kelly had said. Then COVID happened, the short time became two years and during lockdown Emily learned how to make the Acreage work to her advantage.
Every time she saw her doctors she told them of awful nightmares, how she was reliving the accident where she went through it again in super slow-motion HD quality. She told them of the survivor guilt and depression she felt because she had lived and her friend had died. About the sadness of living with a scarred face, constantly avoiding her own reflection. And the constant pain.
Of course, not all of this was true, although, she had to admit, some of it was.
