kelly favor - book 1 - naked (naked)
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DESCRIPTIONShe's broken because of something that was done to her--something she can't even bear to think about. So she does the only thing she can think of...she runs. Away from her Ivy League college, away from her perfect life, and away from the man who hurt her. Only she runs straight into...Elijah
Caelyn Murphy was in trouble.
The car that she was driving down I-95 at just past three in the morning was starting to make strangenoises, and the check engine light had come on, a brilliant and panicky yellow.
No, no, no, she moaned, taking her foot off the gas and trying to let the car coast a little whilebefore pressing the gas pedal again. The car was shaking now, vibrating as if someone had decided toturn it into a washer and set the cycle on spin.
She heard grinding noises, tooand couldnt imagine any way those noises could be just a passingthing. Something had gone very, very wrong.
Caelyn wasnt big on praying, but she started to pray now. She wiped her blonde hair away from herface, glancing at herself in the rearview mirror and being met by a pair of wide, frightened blue eyesand a pale complexion.
There was nobody else on the roadshe hadnt seen a car in probably half an hour, when shedpassed the Charlton Plaza some miles back. There had been a few trucks and a couple of other lonelydrivers then, but afterwards it was just her on this dark and lonely highway, her headlights sweepingout in front of her car as she tried desperately to outrun the pain and fear of what had happened to herjust a couple of hours ago.
Pressing the gas seemed to do nothing but create ever more violent sounds from her automobile, andso Caelyn was once more forced to take her foot off the gas. Shed kicked her heels off and wasdriving barefoot. She was wearing the same skirt shed had on all eveningthe one that was too shortand had made her uncomfortable with how much leg it revealedand it was ripped now, just a littlebit.
Glimpsing the ripped skirt out of the corner of her eye brought back memories that she was trying toforget. Caelyn closed her eyes tightly for a moment and shook her head, trying to force her mind toclear, focus on the present.
One of her knees was scraped raw, and it hurt.
Her low-cut top was stretched and misshapen from being yanked and pulled. But none of those thingsbothered Caelyn as much as the ache in her stomach and the burning between her thighs.
She bit her lip, wanting to scream. Her eyes were starting to fill up with tears, causing the road infront of her to double and triple in her field of vision.
Why was this happening, now, on top of everything else? Why was her stupid car betraying her too?
She pounded the steering wheel with the palm of her hand.
The car was clunking and grinding worse than ever and she was forced to slowly pull off to the
shoulder. As she did so, the sound of tires rolling over gravel and sticks was an eerie reminder that,other than the sounds from her self-destructing car, the highway was almost completely silent at thistime of night.
Caelyn put the car in park, killed the struggling engine and grabbed her purse. All shed brought onher trip was one small overnight bag with some clothes and other necessities hastily thrown inside.
Sticking out of the top of her purse was the postcard that had given her the crazy idea for this trip.Greetings from Florida was still visible at the upper edge of the card.
She pulled the card out of her purse and tossed it on the passenger seat as she dug into the bag andgrabbed her cell phone. She needed to call for helpnot Triple A, since she didnt have it.
Maybe a cabbut that would be beyond expensive on her incredibly limited budget.
The truth was, she didnt have anyone she wanted to call.
Certainly not her parents. How could she explain the fact that shed left the dorms in the middle of thenight and was now en route to Florida?
Sorry, Mom, but can you send someone to pick me up? I broke down on my way out of state. Oh,and by the way, sorry about the fact that Im planning on leaving and flunking my freshman yearof college. I just needed to get away from it all.
Sure, that would work.
But now she had a different problem to deal with, and that was the fact that she wasnt getting anyreception on her phone. It literally said no service. It wasnt a one bar situationit was a no barsituation, which meant that she might as well not have a phone at all.
And it was very, very dark outside. On either side of the wide interstate were only woods and morewoods, as far as the eye could see.
Her heart was beating fast. Especially after the night shed had. The terror shed experienced merehours ago hadnt even dimmed yet--shed just managed to push the thoughts and memories out of herhead. But now that shed stopped moving, flashes from earlier in the night were coming back to her.Invading her mind.
The smell of pepperoni pizza sitting on the coffee table.
Her own voice, as if from a distance, screaming.
Caelyn suddenly threw the car door open and stumbled out, falling into the breakdown lane, her pursehitting the pavement as her hands and knees struck the ground, sending bolts of pain into her palmsand up her legs.
Now she was crying, sobbing. There was the sound of an engine approaching in the distance, and thenheadlights clearing the rise. They were coming towards her.
Caelyn stood, picking up her purse and phone and backing out of the street as the oncoming vehiclesped towards her. In moments, it would be passing by.
Did she want to be seen?
It depended by whom. Out here, she was a sitting duck, and as bad as things had been earlier in theeveningher jangling nerves told her that things could get far worse.
If the wrong person stopped and saw a lone girl dressed scantily, with no means of transportation andno cell service in the middle of the night, on a deserted road
The headlights belonged to a large truck. As it got closer, the truck seemed to slow almostimperceptibly. Caelyn shrunk backwards, her buttocks hitting the car door as the truck blew past,sending a ripple of wind and exhaust outwards.
And then it was gone, and she saw the break lights come on briefly in the distance before itdisappeared over the next rise.
The night was dark and quiet again.
Caelyn glanced down at her cell. Still no service, and the battery was low as well.
She started to walk away from the car, just to see if she might get any bars a little further down theroad. But nothing changed.
She was stuck, not knowing who to call even if she did get service on her phone.
What was next? Sleeping by the side of the road until dawn and then hitchhiking to the next stop?Using her meager funds to get a train back to Boston, tucking her tail between her legs and returning toschool the next day as if nothing had happened?
An image of Jayson, grinning, appeared in her mind as if placed there by some dark magic. Shewilled it away.
No. She wouldnt go back to school after what had happened tonight.
She was going to Florida, even if it meant walking the rest of the way.
Caelyn made her way back to the car and got inside. She grabbed the keys, determination written onher face as she grit her teeth. Sticking the key in the ignition and turning, she once more prayed forhelp. Just let me get a few miles to the next exit, she thought. Ill get off and find a hotelan all-night gas station. Something.
The engine turned over, but the moment she tried to drive again, the grinding and complaining from
the engine was so loud Caelyn actually wondered if the car was about to explode. She knew nothingabout cars, so pretty much anything seemed possible at this point.
She turned the car off yet again and sighed deeply. It was over. She had to admit that her silly littleplan had failed before it had even really started. She would wait a few hours until the sun rose, flagdown a passing car and soon be headed back to Boston and all of the ugliness that came with it.
A sense of dread filled her stomach. She opened the car door and stepped out, walking hunched overto the grass of the shoulder and was violently sick.
It occurred to her that shed rather be dead than go back.
She would never go back. Never.
A beam of light struck her eyes, and she squinted, as yet another pair of headlights climbed the riseand aimed for her. Once more, her heart started pounding as the headlights approached.
It wasnt a truck this time, but an SUV, heading her way at an alarming speed.
For some reason, this time she actually wanted the car to stop. Well, that wasnt quite true. Shewanted it to stop, but she was also terribly frightened. Maybe she would luck out and it would be anice older couple inside. Someone visibly safe and nonthreatening.
Or perhaps this SUV would pass by without a second glance, much the same way the trucker had goneby not long ago.
At first, it seemed that that was exactly what was about to happen. But then, surprisingly, just a yardor two beyond her car, the black SUV slowed down, break lights flashing and staying on. And then itpulled off the shoulder and stopped.
Caelyn walked forward a few steps. She was far enough away to make a run for it if need be. Shewasnt sure how far she would get, but shed try. She took out her non-working cell phone andpretended to be in the midst of making a call.
The front door of the car opened and then he stepped out.
Her stomach flipped and dropped, as the stranger stepped directly into the light from her carsheadlights. The headlights illuminated him, briefly outlining a man who was probably around her age,perhaps a year or two olderstanding a little over six feet tall, wearing dark track pants and a blackt-shirt. His face was like one of those teen idols from the vampire films that all the girls loved. Dark,strong features, dark hair tousled exactly the right way.
Car trouble? he asked, still at a distance. His voice was str