The Last Goodbye

By Isabelle Calfapietra

Emily McAlister has the perfect lifea loving family, a goal-orientated mind-set, and amazing grades. Underneath her sweet and innocent persona is an envious woman who wishes to be just as pretty and popular as her archnemesis, Skye. But when Skye makes Emilys life a living hell, she seeks revenge and takes matters into her own hands.

Leaving her life in the arms of a judge and jury, Emily is sentenced to life imprisonment for a crime she regrets. Em turns to the only person she canher little brother Jesse, who supports her through everything. But when her attitude changes for the worse, she is left to fight her own battles. Her life becomes better when she meets warm-hearted, voluptuous, and current prison inmate Peyton, whom she grows to have an intimate relationship with.

But an anonymous call now leaves death knocking at Emilys door. Will the two people closest to her let her down?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Mar 27, 2017
• ISBN: 9781524561369

Isabelle Calfapietra

Isabelle Calfapietra is an Australian writer born in 1995. Her favourite genres to write are romance and erotic fiction. She has completed a Cert IV and Diploma in Professional Writing and Editing Bachelor of Arts Degree. In her spare time she loves to spend time with family and watch local wrestling with her fiancé. Isabelle has three short stories published in the Wild Goose Literary e-journal Self-published books • Playful Love (a collection of plays) • Ms Izzy. My expert advice on relationships • The Last Goodbye

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Copyright © 2017 by Isabelle Calfapietra.

ISBN:      Softcover         978-1-5245-6137-6

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Rev. date: 03/09/2017

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CONTENTS

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

PROLOGUE

EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

This book wouldn’t have been possible if it weren’t for the immense support I received from many people.

The Xlibris publishing team, for seeing my potential and giving me a chance to get my work out there. I am so happy about how everything has turned out. Thanks for working with me to get this book to where it is today.

My family, for all their support and encouragement throughout my life.

My biggest fan and my best friend Lisa, for always supporting me; not just with my writing but with everything else. You have been so amazing and I wouldn’t be where I am today if it weren’t for you pushing me and telling me to never give up. Thank you.

My sister Teagan, for proofreading and editing my transcript of my novelette and giving me her honest opinion and advice. You have always been such a great supporter and have always been a positive influence on me. I love you dearly.

One of my closest friends, Jason, for inspiring me in so many ways and telling me that I can do absolutely anything. Also, for being so excited and happy about my achievements.

My former PWE classmates at Victoria University (2013-2014) Ryan, Carla and Halil for looking at everything I’ve written and giving me constructive feedback. Thanks for all the laughs and conversations. You guys rock.

My work colleagues, for their support and help through this long journey. You have been such great friends of mine and I would like to thank you all for helping me get my work out there and for always being interested in my writing. I appreciate it.

My teachers, for always believing in me when I never believed in myself. Thanks for all of your wise words; it got me through some of the toughest times of my life.

And to anyone who said I wouldn’t make it, look at me now. Thanks for making me stronger, smarter and more determined.

I write for the same reason I breathe – because if I didn’t, I would die.

– FROM ISAAC ASIMOV.

PROLOGUE

High School for me, it was never how I dreamed. And making friends was never easy. I was never the popular girl; I was actually known as the freak. I would get all these looks from people whom were gossiping about me. But if there was one thing that I loved about school, it was learning. I loved Maths, Legal and English. I was averaging A’s and my teachers adored me. I was the girl who rocked up half an hour early to school, just so I can do some extra homework or go into the library and borrow a plethora of books. I know it might sound nerdy but hey, I’m proud of being a geek.

At my school, there were cliques. You had the hunky, muscular jocks, the IT techy’s, the music buffs (who weren’t even good by the way) and the stuck up, two-faced, absolutely gorgeous popular girls who got everything they wanted … and more. Then there was me. So- called, ‘sweet and innocent’ Emily. I wasn’t in a group. I was completely alone. Thank heavens for that. The less friends I had, the better. I mean, I’m nice … but when someone gave me shit, boy oh boy did I get my REVENGE.

I wasn’t the prettiest girl in school; at least that’s what I thought. I wore glasses, had lots of freckles and big green eyes. But I guess I attracted some attention since my five-year-long crush Hudson Dallas Jones (we just call him H) asked me out on a date. I don’t date, because I wanted to focus on my schooling and future career. If I lost focus and my grades dropped, then I was never going to go to Law School to become a successful Lawyer.

I didn’t say no to H, though. You know how long I’d waited to get a date with this guy? He gave me butterflies in my stomach and my heart raced a million miles an hour just talking to him. He’s irresistible. Tall, where I had to go on my tiptoes to hug him (I didn’t mind that), had short black hair, gloomy brown eyes and an absolutely handsome, rugged face that I hoped to kiss one day. His muscular figure, brought out his spectacular physique and toned abs that you could see through his shirt. What kind of girl wouldn’t want to date him?

But I didn’t realise that saying yes, would turn my life into a living hell. For about three years, H had dated this drop-dead-gorgeous girl named Skye. She was the leader of the popular group and she could get guys whenever she wanted. It was as quick as getting money out from an ATM machine. H broke up with Skye because he had found out that she was cheating on him with an older guy. I always knew she was always a slut, but no one ever had the guts to tell her to her face