Romans & histoires Before I Fall Lauren Oliver

He had no other thoughts of doing anything. And, Opal... she was shocked, surprised, and speechless. "Fine, I-- take them." Oliver extended his hand to give her the sheets she wanted. Sadly, his mind was too unfocused to see his surrounding. *Thud* He fell from the tree and Layla could only grab the sheets as she was also standing on a tree branch. "OLIVER!!!!" Olivia's scream in her ear was proof that Oliver has fallen. 'Oh no, this is going to be troublesome.' She gulped at the thought of the problem that might arise in the near future.

Nobody celebrated, nor did they try to give chase, instead they spent the night cleaning up. Ari in the Falling Oasis as Xasha called it collapsed in exhaustion, "Ari," Mila screamed as she caught her falling little figure. "You did a good job, you need to rest now." "No," Ari said as she struggled to her feet, "take me to restricted block 94." "Why?" Cecile asked.

In the hallway, she runs into Oliver leaving his bedroom. "Good morning, Mr. Oliver," she greets him shyly. "Good morning," he replies while avoiding her and continuing to walk away. "Wait." She speaks, making him stop and listen to her. "Forgive me for yesterday," she says. "I had no idea someone was in the barn, and when you started taking your clothes off, I got embarrassed to show myself." Oliver's face turns red with embarrassment while Luana talks so naturally, without showing the slightest bit of shame.

I couldn't buy a bottle of water, couldn't call a ride, couldn't even prove who I was. The strength drained from my legs. The weight of it all, the night, the escape, the crushing oversight of my own life, became too much to bear. I sat down, right there in the grimy pavement of the street, my back against the cold brick wall. The tears didn't come; it was a numbness deeper than despair. How could I have let this thing overtake my entire world? Just then, a sleek, silent taxi, a driverless pod of polished black metal, pulled up to the curb beside me. Its door slid open with a hushed, expensive sigh. A disembodied, pleasant voice emanated from within. "Taxi for Angelina O'Shea."

For the girl who'd been buried and refused to stay down. My legs give out like someone's cut the ropes. Strength drains away in a hot, ragged rush and for a second all I can focus on is the noise,the raw scrape of knuckles on concrete, Liam's cough, the metallic scent of blood,and then gravity takes me. I fall to my knees. Liam moves before I can think. He throws his weight forward, the ropes scraping as he half-stands, half-collapses toward me. Fear flares in his eyes, unsteady and raw. "Lauren..."he chokes, reaching.

Oliver said in the calmest voice ever, sounding like he was talking to a child. Vaughn’s face was almost as white as a sheet of paper by the time Oliver was done, and he opened and closed his mouth severally, before finally stepping back and hitting the chair behind him. Oliver’s watched as he fell to his chair in a state of shock before waving them off. “You would regret this, Bernardi.” He said icily, looking downwards. Oliver wanted to tell him that he was the one who was supposed to be telling him that, but Lucas beat him to it.

Draven rushes into the hallway, the other men close behind him. They see Lauren on the floor, sobbing, blood smeared across her hands. They see me standing over her, my hands stained red from trying to stop her. Everything goes silent. Draven is at her side in seconds. He drops to his knees, gathering her into his arms. His hands shake as he presses them over her wounds, his voice low and frantic. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” I stand there, frozen. Lauren clutches his shirt, sobbing into his chest. “She tried to kill me,” she cries. “She came into our room. She—”

“I fell apart.” “After.” Lauren met my gaze. “You fell apart after, instead of before or during.” I blinked. “Well, yeah.” “A couple months ago, you’d have frozen up during.” She leaned back. “I’m proud of you.” “Proud?” The pressure intensified even further. “I almost died.” “A lot of things might’ve happened,” she said slowly. “But they didn’t.” The pressure popped like a balloon, and suddenly I was sobbing. She hugged me tight and rocked me back and forth for several minutes.

Lauren literarily dragged Bryan around the mall despite the reluctance he was trying hard to hide from her. She used Malcolm’s black card, feeling smug at the respect she got the minute she took it out. Finally, they were done and were heading out with their bags when… “Well. Well. If it isn’t the whore herself.” A voice sounded behind them. Lauren paused and so did the little guy beside her. She turned, only to come face to face with Olivia, one of Malcolm’s fling, dressed in an expensive dress with fiery red lipstick and nails.

“Wait, I’ll help you—“ She called out, but I’d already begun to stand, and it was much too late to turn back now. As soon as both feet hit the ground, my toes went numb, and my legs no longer wished to cooperate. It was like the wire connecting my brain and body had snapped in two. I could feel myself falling, my body weight sending me veering off to the side, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. “Ugh, that hurt.” I groaned, shouting to be heard above Olive’s maniacal cackle. Brushing the tiny pebbles off my knees and elbows, I narrowed my eyes at her from where she stood at the front of her car. “You laugh like an old lady.” Olive poked her tongue out. “At least I don’t just stiffen