Liberty At Last (The Liberty Series)
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Authors: Leigh James
Liberty At Last
© 2014 by Leigh James
This volume contains the conclusion to The Liberty Series. Book One, Liberty Begins, is a separate volume and should be read first.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Chapter One: The Crying Game
Chapter Two: Wide Awake
Chapter Three: Just Give Me A Reason
Chapter Four: Fight For Now
Chapter Five: Leave Out All The Rest
Chapter Six: Lying In Bed
Chapter Seven: What Goes Around
Chapter Eight: Reasons To Be Missed
Chapter Nine: The One I Love
Chapter One: Secrets…
Chapter Two: …And Lies
Chapter Three: The Dress
Chapter Four: Reckoning
Chapter Five: The Date(s)
Chapter Six: Bombs Away
Chapter Seven: A Thousand Miles
Chapter Eight: The Shadow Of Your Heart
Chapter Nine: Breakthrough
Chapter One: Wakeup Call
Chapter Two: Road To Nowhere
Chapter Three: Now You’re One Of Us
Chapter Four: A Sort Of Homecoming
Chapter Five: Back To The Start
Chapter Six: Hope Is A Four-Letter Word
Chapter Seven: What’s Left Of Me
For Bob,
who loyally replaces every computer I break.
“I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you.
”
“Cosmic Love,” Florence + The Machine
The hallway was long and dark. I stood, pressed up against the wall, and listened to the sound of my heart thudding in my ears.
Just a little further,
I thought.
Just a little further and I’ll be able to put an end to all of this.
I hoped.
I made myself move down the hall. It felt like the slow motion you experience in a nightmare; I was weighted down, drowning with dread. I heard a rustling — it was someone, something. I didn’t know who or what it was, but I knew it was waiting for me.
I put my finger on the trigger and raised the gun. I could feel the sweat running down my palm.
At the end of the hall was a room with a door slightly ajar. I could see some dim light spilling through. I heard another rustle, and then a moan. The voice was familiar. It was a person I loved. Another person that I loved, hurting.
I was
so
going to end this. If I could just stop shaking. And sweating.
I made my way down to the door and pushed it open a crack. I tried to look inside: the limited view was only of stone floor and bare walls. No one was visible. I took the safety off my gun and opened the door.
I couldn’t believe what I saw. He was on the floor, bound, gagged and bleeding.
“NO!”
I screamed, going to him, throwing myself down on the floor next to him.
“NO! NO! NO!”
And that’s when I looked up. Into the cold, piercing eyes of my truest enemy.
“
No,” I whispered, shaking my head, tears falling down my face.
This couldn’t be true. This couldn’t be happening, any of it.
“No. You can’t do this, you can’t have him. He’s
mine,
” I said fiercely.
That’s when my enemy laughed, and my whole world went black.
