Never Let Go - (Book 2 of NBTSA)

Prologue - Never Let Go

I've dedicated this to Smile7 because she came up with the title for me and I loved it instantly! Which was great because I was stuck with the title. xo

 

Well, here is the intro for the sequel and YES I get that a lot of ppl were angry or upset about the whole Baden and Leila thing and have probably not even bothered to read this like a few certain ppl have said and that’s fine. I don’t write to please everyone, I write because I like it but to everyone who has stuck through for the sequel – you won’t regret it. =) and thank you!

Enjoy.......xo

 

~ ~ Prologue ~ ~

( 8 months later)

(Amberly’s POV)

Shifting my toes in the sand as a small smile sat on my lips, it felt good to no longer have a cast on my leg and I felt free. Lifting my face up towards the warm sun and breathing in the ocean scent, I could close my eyes and pretend nothing ever happened. I’ve come down to this beach so many times over the past few months just to get away and have a time out from everything.

For months I refused to turn the TV on or even glance at newspapers because there would always be something on about the ‘warehouse bloodbath’ – which is what the papers and police have dubbed it as. Or there would be photos of my friends, people discussing why ‘these kinds of people resort to violence’ and almost every answer they gave was wrong. They never once included friendship, love or defending the people you care about it. Shows how much the ‘professionals’ know.

“Ready to go?”

Turning around I looked up the sandy slope at Phil as he walked towards me, facing out to the wide endless ocean before us. We’re going back home today, the place we haven’t been too since everything happened. I’ll miss this small shack we booked out for so long but I miss the city as well.

“Yes.” I replied before facing the vast water once again, knowing I will see it when we get back to the place Baden brought for us all but the beach won’t be the same.

“Come on then, before Dougy blows a gasket.” Phil chuckled as I turned around to follow him back up the hill, glancing at the water behind me with a soft sigh. I really do miss the city but being here was easy because there are no painful memories but we received a phone call from Craig last night, he needs to speak with us. Apparently he has urgent information and wouldn’t say it over the phone so now we have to start the five day journey back.

The backs of my calves were killing me by the time I stepped up to the shack and it’s not because I'm lazy or unfit – it’s because I feel sore and bruised all over. Dougy and Phil have been teaching me how to throw punches – much to my dislike of even trying but they wouldn’t give up and let me be, saying I needed to learn some sort of self defence.

That’s the only bad thing about being around them now – they watch me like a Hawke and won’t let me go anywhere on my own, they are too over protective for their own good.

“Hurry up Ambo!” Dougy shouted from inside the shack and I hurried inside to find him.

Walking into the end room, it was tiny but was enough for me. I stopped in my tracks as I watched Dougy throwing all my clothes into a big bag. That wasn’t what made me freeze, it was the sight of something silver and dangerous looking that he slipped in before zipping it shut – the same thing he is constantly trying to put in my bag.