Facade of Love

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Chapter 292 He’s Not Going Down

Charlie was hurt, and the odds of him getting me out of here were slim. The thought terrified me. If I died here, he might just stay by my side until the bitter end.

Charlie seemed to read my mind. His face was set, his voice low and firm. “Stop that talk. We’re going to find help soon. Stay with me, Yvette. We just need to keep moving, and we’ll find someone.”

I nodded, though it felt like every ounce of energy was being siphoned from my body. I did not even know what kind of snake it was, but it was fierce. I had only been bitten a short while ago, and already I was so weak. Who knew you could run into snakes in the winter? Talk about bad luck.

When my eyes started to droop, Charlie gave me a gentle but firm tap on the cheek. “Yvette, stay awake!” he commanded.

My eyelids felt like they were made of lead, and through the blur, I whispered to him, “I’m so sorry, Charlie, for getting you into this mess, and to Inch too… wherever he is. If I don’t make it, and you bump into Inch, could you tell him I’m sorry?”

“Zip it!” Charlie’s voice suddenly spiked, shaky with emotion, “If you’ve got something to say or something to do, do or say it yourself, Yvette. I’m not your messenger.” His voice softened slightly, “Don’t you dare fall asleep! I’m getting you out of here.”

onto his back, each step a battle. I clung to him, my voice raspy with apologies, thinking about his own hurt

the wilderness to claim me. The thought of snakes and bugs making a meal of me if I died out here sent chills down my spine–I had been terrified of them since

managed to say,

rough as he answered, “No way, Yvette. I’m not doing you any favors. You’ve got to stay alive for her sake. And don’t you

venom messing with my head, making me see things? I kept mumbling ‘sorry‘ over

were sinking into

faded, except for Charlie’s fierce, dark voice cutting through the haze. He sounded mad, yeah, but there

regrets. I never really got to be there for my mom, to live life by her side. I did not take care of my dad’s company, Scott Corp, like I should have. I,never got to say a proper goodbye to Idris, or tell him that once upon a time, I dreamed of us having

in a hospital bed. For a few seconds, as I blinked my eyes open, I was lost in a

He’s Not Going Down

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It was Idris.

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