Best Dressed Lie (The Lies Series) (8 page)

Chapter Fifteen

 

It was the first raindrop that woke her. It landed on her cheek before sliding sideways toward her ear. It was quickly followed by many more, splashing onto her face and closed eyelids, bringing her back to consciousness.

Bringing a hand to her face to wipe away the dampness she groaned.
Oh, that hurt!
Rolling onto her side, she opened her eyes and looked around.
What the hell?
The bed of leaves she had been lying on rustled as she brought herself to a sitting position, every part of her body crying out in pain. Looking down at herself, she saw her shirt was torn and covered in her own blood. Pushing herself to her knees, she looked around, panicked.
Where was she?

The rain was coming down faster now, the sound of the drops hitting the trees all around her sounding like the dull roar of a train. Leaning on a nearby tree trunk for support, she eased herself to her feet. Her feet were bare and the debris on the forest floor dug into their soles. Looking down she saw that her legs were scraped and bloodied, though the blood had dried. Confused, she tentatively checked the rest of herself and saw that the damage wasn’t limited to her legs. Her arms and hands were in a similar state and, raising a hand to her face, it felt oddly swollen.

Despite this, it wasn’t her injuries that scared her. Or the fact that she seemed to be in the middle of nowhere with no idea where she was. No. What scared her was that she had no idea how she had got here or, in fact, any memory at all.

 

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She lost track of time as she stumbled through the forest. The rain had soaked her clothing and it clung to her skin as she walked, her feet bleeding now, trying to find a road, a house, anything. She’d reached the point of exhaustion, close to giving up, when she felt a change in the surface below her feet. She was so tired she’d been walking with her eyes almost closed and hadn’t noticed the trees thinning until the only thing before her was road. Falling to her knees
, she didn’t even have the strength to cry and she welcomed the darkness that came then.

***

 

The adventure continues in Naked Truth – coming soon!

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