Novel & Cerita It Gets Worse Book Shane Dawson

I have a tendency of fearing the worst in any situation, so my mind was taking up the time that it wasn’t listening to my gut and begin to make up even worse scenarios in my mind. What if Shane fell down the stairs to his apartment and is currently laying on the floor unable to get up? What if Shane got into some altercation and is injured somewhere and needs our help? What if he crashed his car? There were so many different things going around my head, I began to feel sick.

The word tasted like ash in my mouth. A shuffling step on the stone behind me made me turn. It was Dawson, Darius’s Beta. He was a great guy, strong and loyal, but right now he looked like he’d been through a meat grinder. His face was pale beneath a layer of grime, his arm was in a sling, and he was limping badly, favoring his right leg. “What the hell are you doing out of bed?” I asked, my voice coming out harsher than I intended.

Shane leaves and Kayla slides to floor rethinking every choices. Oh no. What have I done?

Shane, sensing something was off, narrowed his eyes. "Wait a second… Why do you sound so down? Don’t tell me—did you get rejected? Did Stellar turn you down too?" Stephen’s throat tightened. He hadn’t even figured out how to respond when Shane burst into laughter, clearly enjoying himself. "See? That’s karma! You were so smug before, showing off before you even won her over. Now look at you—sulking. This is what they call poetic justice, my friend. Poetic justice!"

Dark as the woods are, that is the least of my concerns but also a hindrance. I wince when I lose my footing dropping on my butt. Having no time to cry over one fall, I rise up making my way further. Deeper into the woods, I crash directly into a pair of strong arms. Shock registers on my face immediately. They found me. No freaking way.

" We are just good friend. He never tried to be my boyfriend. Yet, he accepted your bloody shit, i don't know why?And he is still suffering. " " Suffering? What do you mean?" " Yesterday , he practiced whole night while it was raining just to win the challenge and he fell sick. " Ryan got shocked, " What? " " Sorry, i don't had any idea that it would turn out like this. I'm really sorry. " " It's not me to whom you should say sorry. You should say sorry to him." Suddenly, Ryan's phone lit up. He excused himself and walked out from there.

He set me down, but as he did, he hissed. "Solomon, are you okay?" He peers at his arm, and I saw a piece of his flesh open and blood. "It's not bad. Just a flesh wound." I grab his bag, take out a gauze wrap, and help him tend to his wound. The sounds of gun firing still echo through the trees. "Thanks," after I tie the knot, he looks over his shoulder. "Fuck, I see more than ten people closing in." "Shit, we are almost there, and Sarah's fever is rising," as I said that, Sarah started to tremble and mumble in her sleep.