Second Hand Fall For You Novels & Stories

He walked over and changed it. I giggled, “Anything you want.” He poured himself another cup of wine and then handed me one. “Anything?” he whispered. “Dance with me.” He took my cup and extending his hand to me. I looked at him, smiled and reached for his hand. The radio played an old song, Slow Dancing, by Johnny Rivers. Jason held my hand in his and put the other gently on my waist. I heard him softly singing the words, “and we’re slow dancing swaying to the music, slow dancing, just me and my girl…” I closed my eyes and leaned in close to him. I felt his broad chest against my face, as I had once before, when he held me tight. I felt chills along my back as he rubbed his hand against my

"Lilith, the first piece has to go to you." Someone bumped into the person in front of me, and a glass of red wine tilted sharply, spilling toward me. I saw it and instinctively dodged, but Lilith happened to be right behind me. Isaac reached out quickly and pulled Lilith into his arms. In doing so, he yanked at me as well, causing me to lose my balance and crash into the coffee table behind me. The remaining half glass of red wine was completely splashed onto me. The liquid dripped from my hair, leaving me completely disheveled.

Getting closer with every second. Fuck!

Focus. Just focus. I straightened and kept moving. But the stairs ahead were steep. And dark. I carefully placed one foot down. Then the next. Then— My foot slid again. “Ahh!” This time I fell fully onto the steps. Pain shot lightly through my knee. I hissed quietly and pushed myself up. That’s one. I continued. Step. Step. Step— “Ah!” I slipped again. Second fall. This time my hand hit the stone. Not too hard.

Every breath, every movement sent pain shooting through her body. This doesn't seemed like a dream. Still disoriented and unable to fully comprehend what was happening, she barely registered the couple in front of her. "Danice, you have to tell them that you fell on your own," the man said sternly. "You and Christopher were just playing. You fell from the second floor. Understand?" Danice leaned weakly against the headboard. The mattress beneath her was barely two inches thick. Her bony frame could feel the hard wooden slats beneath.

I felt the earth shake underneath my feet at the impact of his fall. “The bigger they are, the harder they fall,” I whispered in satisfaction. I looked down at my dislocated shoulder and popped it back into place. Everyone around stopped running one by one and began to look around themselves in confusion. The monster's spell was losing its hold faster than I could have anticipated.

I smile to myself. Let the pieces fall.

TRY AGAIN NEXT SESSION. The phone fell off my hand and I went numb immediately.

—I'm counting on you, I reply softly. The trap is no longer golden. It has become a mirror. She watches herself fall, and she loves the spectacle. The fall will be all the more painful. For both of us.

I was twenty one now, I could take care of myself. “I told you guys, I fell. That it has never happened before does not mean it was never bound to happen. There’s always a first. I lost my footing, my test upended and fell to the ground. I hit the floor before I could catch myself or balance my weight. This appearance is a result of my clumsiness. Nothing was influenced by anyone.” “Hm.”