Check out my stop on the blog tour for Fractures by Alice Reeds from Entangled Teen!
by Alice Reeds
Genre: YA Thriller
Release Date: June 2nd 2020
Entangled Teen
Summary:
They survived a plane crash.
They survived life on a deserted island.
They survived being hunted.
Now they must survive the truth—they are not who they think they are.
One minute they’re in Poland, subjected to gruesome tests they keep failing. No friends to support them. No family to claim them. No hope of ever living a normal life again.
Then suddenly, they’re trapped on an abandoned freighter in the middle of the ocean and forced to fight for survival. No food. No drinkable water. No way to get home. And strange memories of another life they don’t understand.
But how can they be living two separate lives, trapped in two separate places, at the same time? They’ll have to find the connection and uncover secrets that someone went to great lengths to keep hidden...if they’re going to survive long enough to find out who is behind it all.
Previous Book in the Series (click on image for the link to Goodreads):
Excerpt
With our backs against the
wall, we stood there as motionlessly as possible while footsteps came down
another hallway. My heart was beating hard in my throat, and I begged every
deity I could think of to not let us get caught. The footsteps grew louder,
closer, someone hurrying along. Please
let them not go down this hallway.
A scream—loud, panicked,
terrified—ripped through the air. Fiona flinched, her hand wrapping around my
wrist, while my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. What was that? Or, more
importantly, who? What was going on?
The footsteps picked up pace,
a hurried walk turning into running, a nurse soon rushing past us, her eyes
looking ahead and missing us. That was good; we were still good. But my feeling
of victory lasted only a few seconds. The person screamed again, even louder
this time, the sound freezing me to my bones, fear rushing in like an icy
tsunami.
“We have to see what’s
happening,” Fiona said, her voice a whisper, her eyes meeting mine. There was
curiosity and determination in them. She really did want to know, and while I
did as well, I was also scared of what we’d find.
“Okay,” I said, then
swallowed hard.
Every part of me protested
as we followed the screaming. It happened more frequently, loud but also quieter,
some of it so high-pitched it left a ringing in my ears, others wet like the
person was crying. What were these monsters doing? If Briola wasn’t above
psychological torture, why would they shy away from physical?
A door stood ajar, the gap
just enough to let us peek in. Inside was what looked like a hospital room,
white walls and floors, a hospital bed, and beeping machinery. On the bed was a
girl, her hair wild and messy, her face red, puffy, and twisted in agony, her
eyes opening so wide it looked like they might fall out of her skull. Next to
her stood a guy, his hands on her arm and shoulder, tears on his face but a
dazed look in his eyes, his body swaying.
“Make it stop!” the girl
screamed. “Please, make it stop, take it out.
I can’t take this any longer!”
“Just a little more, you can
do it,” Doc Bowie said and stepped into our view, his hand on her wrist while
he looked at something in his other hand. A small tablet or phone perhaps.
Another woman appeared next to him, one I was sure I’d seen somewhere before,
but I lacked the time to figure out where, or who she was.
The girl screamed again, and
the boy flinched, his eyes clearing just long enough for him to look at her,
tears streaming down his face, before going back to that absent expression.
Haunting, twisted, and terrifying. Was this what hell looked like?
Nurses walked in and out of
view while saying something too quietly for me to hear, especially when the
girl screamed again. Whatever they were doing to her, I would rather let them
kill me than allow them to do it to Fiona, or myself. My hands shook, and my
knees turned weak, my heart beating so incredibly fast. I wanted to run, hide,
dissolve, anything to not be here anymore, to erase ever having seen this or
heard those screams.
Fiona snaked her arms around
my middle, her chest against my back, and pulled me away from that room and
whatever horror was happening to that poor girl. I hated that we couldn’t do
anything to help her and couldn’t stop them. At least not yet. Even if I were brave
enough to try, once they knew we were there, chances were the same thing would
happen to us. That wasn’t an option.
“Are you okay?” I asked
Fiona once we put some distance between the room and us down another empty
hallway. She shook her head and met my eyes, hers glassy and her cheeks a
little wet. I hadn’t realized she’d been crying.
“I will be once we get out
of this place,” she said. “Let’s find this asshole’s office. How much time is
left?”
“Eighteen minutes.”
The screaming turned quieter
the farther we went, and then it finally ceased completely. Not because we got
out of earshot, but because she stopped screaming. Had they killed her? Finished
whatever they were doing? How could they treat her this way in the first place,
just stand and watch as she writhed in pain?
Alice Reeds was born in a small town in Germany but spent her first eight years in Florida, USA. Later on, she moved back to Europe, where her family moved around a lot. She was raised trilingual and has a basic understanding of Russian, read and spoken. After getting her International Baccalaureate Diploma, Alice is studying English Language and Literature at University. In her free time Alice mostly writes, reads, figure and/or roller skates, or watches countless let's plays and figure skating videos.
Author Links:
Website - https://www.alicereeds.com/
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