No Way Out Serial Series; Book 1
Published by: Booktrope Editions
Published: October 15, 2015
I’m called Sin. People think there’s a reason for my name, and they might be right.
Most of us think we live in a world that runs on truth, politics, and laws. We don’t. We live in a world full of lies and deceit. That’s why some of us are here in the town of Chipley. Two hundred prisoners and Reese. Sweet, innocent Reese, who was taken and held captive in a shed for three years by my father.
Releasing her is dangerous, but I have to.
She’ll think she’s being saved. She’ll think she’s getting a second chance. She’ll think she’s finding a speck of light in the darkness her world has become.
But the light reveals what the darkness has concealed. And it isn't pretty.
In Shari J. Ryan’s Psychological Thriller, you’ll be left questioning the definition of truth.
**This is a serial novel, which means it is part one of many. THIS IS NOT A STAND-ALONE novel. There will be a cliffhanger. But never fear book 2 will be out soon.**
A loud flutter sounds from the sky, and I look to see if there is a plane up above, wondering where it's coming from and where it's going. The right direction might point us toward a nearby city. Regardless, there's an aircraft, which means Sin and I aren't completely lost in the middle of nowhere. Not as it seems anyway. A helicopter finally appears on the horizon behind us, and heads in the direction we're walking. The sound of the propellers biting at the wind becomes painfully loud as it flies over our head, and the rush of air nearly knocks me over. I can't help but wonder why it's flying so low over this town.
"Bad timing," Sin says. He stops suddenly and drags me off the path and behind one of the sheds where no one can see us. Over here, I see trees in the distance. They're the first trees I've seen—maybe that means there's a road on the other side of them.
"Should we go that way?" I ask, pointing toward the green blur of leaves.
"No. That's not the right way," he says. Sin squats down, pulling me down with him until I'm resting on my knees. "Listen. In the next few minutes, you might see things that scare you, and when you see what I'm talking about, I'm going to need you to remain calm."
"I am calm." Not necessarily inside, but I'm good at pretending.
"I know you are easily excitable, and I can understand why, but right now, it's important that we stay calm." He places his hands on my shoulders and looks me in the eyes. "Do you understand?"
My skin tingles beneath his touch, even separated by the thin material of my shirt. "Please tell me what's going on."
He nods his head and looks away from me. "We left the safe area. The shed and the basement—those are safe zones, meant for the caretakers. Chipley is an isolated town, imprisoning many people from the outside. Including us."
"Isolated?" Imprisoning… Care takers?
"There's no way out. Not that I have found yet. We're surrounded by an electrified wall." Every piece of hope I had developed over the past twenty-four hours has shattered into a pile of dread. "I don't know if we'll make it out, but we're damn well going to try. And this might be the only way."
"What is the reason we are confined in this town?" I ask, unsure if I want to know the truth.
"You and I are the only two people who don't have a reason to be here. So, I can't answer that." There's no reason for why I was taken. There's no reason for why I'm confined to some compound of a town.
"And there's no reason for why you are suddenly so kind to me… I don't understand any of this, Sin. And I most definitely don't understand you." My breaths shudder as I try to compose my anger, sadness, and fear. "You've been so mean to me, but then there are moments like now, where you're nice. Why?"
"I'm angry," he says through a growl. "Your existence here has made this more complicated than it once was for me. I need to protect you. And for that, part of me feels resentment. However, the other part of me feels deeply connected to you, and for that reason…I can't fully resent you."
"I didn't ask for this," I tell him. "And you don't need to make me your problem."
"It's too late," he says as his hand cups around my cheek. Gentler than I thought capable, he presses his lips against my forehead and pulls me in against his chest. Again, I hear his heart beating—the comforting sound of not being alone. Warmth covers my body from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. I hate how he makes me feel so many different things at the same time. "Reese, I will do what I can to keep you safe."
"Safe from what?"
Before he has a chance to either ignore my question or answer me, I hear his name called again. "Sin," the voice shouts in a whisper. I glance over Sin's shoulder, seeing that man with the blanket again. JJ. He's limping toward us with a paper bag. Food? I pull out of sin's arms and take a few steps toward the man. I'm starving.
"Is that food?" I ask.
"Reese, no!" Sin shouts.
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Shari’s other books: Red Nights, TAG, You’re It, Schasm, Fissure Free, and When Fully Fused.