THE DECEPTION OF DEVIN MILLER by Kelly Martin
Excerpt:
Chapter One
I
heard the voices but couldn't place them in the darkness.
Your prom dress is in! You'll
look fab when your bruises disappear.
Cooper feels really bad, you
know? Wake up so he can stop moping.
What were you thinking?
Come on, Sweetie. Open your
eyes for me.
You got what you deserved. You
get that, right?
I hate being here. Seriously?
You couldn't have waited for my side of the story? Of all the people to be
stuck with…
I
couldn't move, couldn't answer any of them. I tried but everything felt so
strange like I was at the bottom of a pool after diving from the board. Voices
were muffled and came in and out. I didn't know how long I'd been in the
darkness, but I knew I wanted out.
One
day, the dark water started swirling around me. Like coming up after a dive,
the current roared in my ears. Rising to the surface, I opened my eyes and
gasped for air that didn't immediately come.
Everything
was blurry. I had no idea where I was. All I knew was there was something
shoved down my throat keeping me from breathing, and I fought to jerk it out.
How in the world could I breathe better beneath the surface than I could with
my head above water?
"Hey,
calm down. Stop pulling it," a distorted male voice echoed in my ears. I
felt pressure on my arms as if something was holding me down. Terrified that
this thing was going to hurt me, I fought harder.
"Stop,"
the voice ordered more firmly. "Quit! Ugh… I'll go get the doctor."
Doctor!
Nothing
made sense after that. People ran in with distorted eyes telling me not to
freak out. They didn't look human with their twisted faces and larger than
average foreheads. I'd been abducted by aliens?
"We're
going to get this out of you, okay?" someone said, a man by the sound of
his deep, raspy voice, while standing over me and holding the tube coming from
my throat. It was uncomfortable to say the least, and I gagged as it slid out
of my mouth. Thankfully once it was gone, I could breathe again. The weight
lifted from my chest and my lungs filled with the air I put into them.
As
I calmed down a bit, the people began taking more of a normal shape. I noticed
they didn't have gigantic heads, and they were, in fact, dressed like medical
personnel. I scanned the room and assumed from the dull walls, pain chart
hanging across from me, and the wide door to my right that I was in the
hospital, which made sense with the all the beeping and tubes.
What
I didn't know at the moment was how I got there.
"And
she just woke up?" A man with a graying beard and blue scrubs asked the
young guy in black standing next to him.
"Yeah,
just like that. Scared me to death — relatively speaking of course."
I
remembered that voice. I'd heard it in the darkness. Not the scary voice that
was too whispered to recognize. The unhappy one.
"Okay,
you stay here and sit with her while I call her parents."
"Sit
with her? Me? Why? I have other patients to see."
"You
go to school with her, right?"
"Well,
yeah, but…"
"Then
the others can wait." The man in blue smacked the other guy on the back. "Don't
look so sad. Maybe you'll even make a friend." I heard laughter in the man's
voice as he left the room, leaving me there with this guy I didn't know at all
though he told the doctor he knew me.
"Do
you need anything? Anything at all," a female nurse, I guess it was a
nurse, asked from my right side. I followed the sound of her voice until I saw
her face then kept going until I saw a tall pole with a line coming out of it.
Presumably my IV.
What
in the world was I doing in the hospital?
I
shook my head as an answer because my throat felt raw from the miserable tube
that had been so rudely shoved down in it. The nurse lady patted me on the
shoulder — they liked to pat here — and told the other guy she'd be back in a
few minutes and to try to get me talking. What if I didn't want to talk? Did I
want to talk? Talking seemed painful, and what in the world would I talk about
to a stranger?
She
handed me the nurse call button and left. The chaos had died down, and it was just
me and the strange guy.
He
seemed irritated and a little nervous as he pulled one of the little blue,
uncomfortable-looking hospital chairs closer to my bed, but not close enough to
touch which I appreciated. I clung to the nurse call button as tightly as I
could just in case he started freaking me out.
As
he sat there like a lump, I studied him. He seemed familiar and I felt like I
should know him from somewhere, but I didn't. He had jet, more than likely
unnaturally, black hair, cut short around his ears and longer and floppier on
top. It was fixed with some sort of styling gel or maybe it just laid like that
on its own. How he styled his hair wasn't exactly important in the scheme of
things.
He
had big beautiful blue eyes, the kind of blue that were so light you couldn't
look away if you tried. The blue popped thanks to a trace amount of black liner
around his eyes. It wasn't an ungodly amount: no raccoon eyes by any means. But
it was enough make them stand out. I really liked it. It suited him. His nose
was on the bigger side and had a rounder appearance, but he definitely wasn't
unattractive. On the side of his neck, I saw something that looked like a
hickey. Seemed a bit inappropriate to wear a hickey to a hospital.
By the way his plump lips fell in a straight,
stern line I could tell he definitely wasn't happy. I didn't know if it was me
personally he wasn't happy with or the situation in general. It couldn't have
been me. I didn't know him.
"Welcome
back to the land of the living," he said finally with a hint of agitation
in his voice. Was he always so bitter? "We were — they were worried about
you."
What
was I supposed to say to that? Um… "Thanks." My voice came out harsh
and not feminine at all. It made me a bit embarrassed that this not so bad-looking
guy had to hear me sound like a thirty year smoker, but it wasn't like I could
help it. I didn't put the stupid tube down my own throat.
"I
guess I should say that you gave everyone quite a scare." He leaned his
elbows on his knees and stared at me. It wasn't a happy stare.
"Sorry
about that." And I was. I just wished I knew who everyone was or why I scared them.
His
eyes squinted, and I felt my face flush. Why was he looking at me like that? He
took a l-o-n-g deep breath before speaking again. When he did, he didn't sound
as angry. "Are you okay?"
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Author Bio:
Kelly Martin is a southern mama who writes... a lot. She has two books out through Astraea Press: SAINT SLOAN and Grace Award winning, CROSSING THE DEEP. Her fourth book, B.I.G. IS BEAUTIFUL will be out Sept. 3rd, 2013. By day, she is a special education preschool teacher. By night, you can find her with her hair in a bun and her fingers on a keyboard. She loves God, is addicted to chocolate, and would rather write than sleep. She loves a good mystery and believes in Sherlock Holmes.
Where to find Kelly:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/martieKay
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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Kelly-Martin/e/B009O5CZL4/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
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