Anything For You: Trapped in Three Hill, #2

By nancy beaudet

After receiving a disturbing phone call, Torrance is thrown into the destructive and dangerous world of a woman he barely knows. Her scared voice pulling him in and never letting him go. "Take me home." It's been nine years since Emelia left home. Running away in search of something special. Something real. Nine years since she fell in love with Torrance while the two were still in high school. She loved him from afar. Never up close. How far will Torrance go to discover the woman on the other end of the phone? How much will he do to solve the cold case of the missing girl from three hill? Is there anything he wouldn't do? Will Emelia find her something real when Torrance tells her. "I'd do anything for you."

• Language: English
• Publisher: nancy beaudet
• Release date: Nov 7, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393672036

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For K.

I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.

-Sylvia Plath

Other Books by Nancy Beaudet

Trapped in Three Hill Series

# 1 Ache for You

# 2 Anything for You

Twists of Fate Series

Crash into Me

Remember Me Now, Part 1

The Merman (coming soon)

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Chapters

Nice to Meet You Dude

Moments of Getting to Know You

Bruised Elbows

Take Down

Don’t Say a Word

Closer to Pain

Lost When You’re Gone

You Were Game

Cherry Bomb

How You Feel

Hooked on Your Fingerprints

This Bad Room

I Already Had My Fun

If You Could Only See

Freshmen

Take Me Home

I Want Something Else

Never Really Wept

Do You Understand the Plan?

This Won't Give Me Away

Every Question You Get Wrong

I Got Lost Thinking

When You Were Young

Run to You

Good intentions

Never Will It Leave

Every Breath I Breathe

All of I've Ever Longed For

Re-Forget

Torrance

Nothing Else to Talk About

I knew

Dirty Needles

Like We Used to Do

Find Me Out

All the Time I Wonder

Hold on to Me

Light Against Darkness

Personal Notes

Always Been There

Something Beautiful

Go to Hell

Take Back What You Said

Nine Years Ago

Nice to Meet You Dude

Emelia

I only planned to disappear for a short while. I just wanted to vanish. I wanted to be my own ghost. The beautiful green-eyed, dark-haired angel that everybody used to know, the so-called bad girl of Three Hill.

I had always been small. I was short, and slender, but full of attitude. I never knew when to shut my mouth.  I liked causing trouble. I was obnoxious and rude. I grew to like attention most of all. I wanted to be the center of the entire world.

I wanted to be memorable.

I was only seventeen-years-old on that day, so many years ago, back when I had soft hips and perky boobs. My petite hands were covered in rings and temporary glitter tattoos. Before I vanished, my long black hair was always silky smooth. I don’t look like that now.

My bright green eyes were cat-like.

Promiscuous and loud.

My skin tanned from so many days spent out wandering country roads. Just trying to figure myself out.

I liked to think that I had a strength that the world didn’t know about. I liked to seek danger out. I knew that I was beautiful.

Hauntingly so.

I wore it well. Sometimes I walked around town with as much exposed skin as possible without my ass being hauled off to the Three Hill County Jail. I was always exposed. My shoulders and my stomach. Legs. Thighs. Collarbones. Every spot on my body glowed.

I wanted to be wanted. Only to walk away and leave people with their tongue’s hanging out. I fed off the adrenaline.

Every day I was stared at and told.

Your good looks will get you into trouble.

They were right, I knew, but I wasn’t afraid.

Not even a little.

Not even at all.

I was cocky.

I was rude.

I was short and little, but I wasn’t easily taken down. I refused to be picked up or moved unless I wanted to move myself.

You could not make me do anything that I didn’t want to do.  It just wasn’t possible. I was stubborn as hell. I’d hurt you if I had to.

I almost wanted to.

My name is Emelia Isabelle Winters and I was only seventeen years- old when I vanished down a beautiful country road nine years ago.

I had packed my beloved pickup truck full of everything that I had ever owned; all the things that I still needed and wanted to keep close.

My laptop.

My MP3 Player.

Charger cables.

A box of CD’S.

Destiny’s Child.

Britney Spears.

Michelle Branch.

Lifehouse.

I listened to it all and proudly so.

Usually, while imaging scenario’s in my head. Moment’s that played on the edge of dramatic. Things that would never, ever happen. Like my crush finally realizing that he liked me back. A boy wanting me for more just than a fun night on the weekend.

My first real kiss.

The first time a boy who wasn’t a prick grabbed my ass.

Yeah, I knew that none of these would ever happen, but I still liked to think about them. I liked to pretend that the eye contact I made with strangers on a daily basis meant more than it did.

An accidental touch of a hand.

I wanted to believe in fate and destiny so freaking bad. I wanted all of it. An epic first love and dire consequences.  I knew myself well enough to know that none of this would ever happen.

Not for me.

I had shitty luck.

No one ever looked at me like that.

My small black pickup truck wasn’t fancy, brand new or gleaming. The seats weren’t clean. I had decals on my back window that were neon pink. The black suede bench seat was duct taped.

The floor boards coated in wrappers from dollar store candy and empty energy drinks that I had quickly drank. Everything about my truck was cozy. It was me and everything that I longed to be

Easy.

Comfortable.

Bad-ass.

Free.

There was a CD player I had installed; a necessity no real human being can do without. I needed music the way a vampire needed blood.

I needed music to live.

The lyrics kept me breathing.

The auxiliary cable hook-up in my truck was awful, the poor quality of music when I plugged in my phone was almost evil. It was all static and words that couldn’t be made out.

The poor connection made the singers grumble.

I could have just listened to the radio, but we’ve never had any good radio stations in Three Hill. We’re not that cool.

The windows and door locks in my truck were manual, so whenever I felt vaguely creeped out. I would have to lean across the front seat and push the locks down. This only ever happened when I ventured into the bad parts of town. I usually only did this as a short cut to get home or to go and get some good and greasy fast food.

I avoided the sleazy parts of town as much as possible, for a so-called bad girl. I’ve never liked sketchy people.

It was October when I disappeared and the weather outside was beautiful. Hauntingly changing between winter white and summer gold. The sun was out but parts of the ground held mountains of snow.

It was like being stuck in the middle.

Hot and cold.

Real and untouchable.

I had decided to cut my thick hair all on my own. I used an army knife, cutting awkwardly. Trying not to stab myself in the face.

It was too warm for long hair that needed to be worn in a ponytail for it to be comfortable. I gave myself sideways bangs. I hoped that they made me look less fragile.

More ready to roll.

This was doubtful.

I had my backpack full of my favorite clothes, hoodies, and leggings. I was wearing my favorite pink and brown cowboy boots.

My dark hair, now cut to shoulder length, was hidden under a blue baseball cap. I pushed back at my kick ass bangs. My blue jeans had holes in the knees, thankfully I had remembered to shave my legs. No one likes a sasquatch sighting. It was early on a Monday morning, and the fresh air that time of day was always freezing.

The hood of my truck was covered in frost from the previous night, so I turned on defrost and cranked the heat.

The ice on my window was melting.

This was my way out; I can remember thinking to myself.

I hadn’t told anyone where it was that I had planned to go, or that I was leaving at all. I kept it to myself mostly because I didn’t have it all mapped out.

I just knew that I wanted out.

I always felt like there was more waiting for me outside of Three Hill. Something