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Suddenly realizing that she is having visions of the murders of local women, April Lonely must figure out how to control her new power and find history behind what it all means.After becoming a suspect by friends and the police, is it April who is truly committing the crime by making up an unrealistic story and being completely out of control, or is she telling the truth and the real killer is taking steps to use April's story to their advantage?Can April fight to keep herself and the local women safe and find the identity of the killer before they strike again, or was everyone right when they first suspected her and the lies she was telling?Time is running out and the pressure is on everyone, whatever that happens to April will change the town forever.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	30 novembre 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781528994118
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	4 Mo

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The Vision: Part 1
J.J. James
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-11-30
The Vision: Part 1 About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28
About the Author
As a child, J.J. James wanted to be an author and wrote many short stories before writing The Vision . She managed this while being a part-time criminology and law BA Honours student and becoming a mum for the first time to a little girl. While she aspires to be working within the criminal legal sector and wants to change the world, her one and only dream has been to become an author and show her daughter that you can succeed in life if you try hard.
Dedication
To my beautiful daughter – Kaylyn
Copyright Information ©
J.J. James (2020)
The right of J.J. James to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
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Chapter 1
The knock at the door made Joan put her glass of wine back on the kitchen top and walk down her hallway towards the front door. On approaching the door, she unlocked the key chain and turned the handle, saying, ‘You ready to apologise now?’
However, the person she was expecting to be behind the door was not standing there. In fact, she didn’t recognise the person at all.
‘Can I help you?’
‘You can indeed.’
Before she knew what was happening, he forced his way in. She was screaming at him to get out, but he grabbed her hair and held his hand over her mouth. She tried fighting back, but his strength was overpowering and she could not fight him off. He pushed her to the floor, keeping his hand over her mouth and using his body weight against her to keep her down.
‘Scream once more and I’ll slit your throat right here, and walk out that door,’ he said, pointing to the front door. ‘Now stand up.’
She stood up with the stranger, him keeping a tight grip on her forearm. She wanted to scream, she wanted to run but she didn’t believe in herself enough to be able to make it out the door, or that someone would hear her scream in time to get there and save her. She thought her only way of surviving would be to listen and do exactly what was asked of her.
He made sure the door was shut and locked before pushing her into the living room.
‘You got back doors?’
She nodded as tears were streaming down her face. He pushed her in front of him and they made their way to the back door. He made sure that was locked.
She tried thinking of whether she had upset anyone recently or pissed someone off, but she was a friendly, happy woman. The man wore a mask so she couldn’t identify him, but she was certain it was a man. He sat her down in the living room and pulled out a small bag that was inside his coat. He opened it up and pulled out some neatly tied together rope. He then pulled a knife out of it and laid it down next to her. The incentive of this, Joan assumed, was that he would use this on her if she tried to flee or make a noise.
He bound her wrists together and began looking through his bag again. She had no idea what was in there, but she no longer wanted to risk it. The fear had overtaken her body and was now in full control.
She clenched her fists together and when the man looked up at her, she swung them around and smacked him straight in the face, then lifting her right leg, she kicked him over. He fell back and before Joan ran out of the living room, she grabbed the knife. She knew she wouldn’t have time to unlock either the back or front door so she headed straight upstairs and ran to the bathroom. She didn’t once look back, so had no idea whether he was still downstairs or right behind her.
She got to the bathroom and hearing nothing behind her, she thought she was safe. She grabbed the door and began closing it. However, just before it shut completely, a hand grabbed the door and she could see the fingers clenching around. She tried pushing harder, gasping for breath and using all her strength to hold it. She had no idea what would happen next. Would he kill her for running? She didn’t want to die.
Just before the man turned up, her fiancé had stormed off after a huge argument she and he had just had. He had kissed another woman the night before. Nothing was meant by it, so he said. They argued for way over an hour and they were arguing about something completely different by the end of it; that always seemed to happen in arguments, so Joan thought. She loved him and told him she would forgive him but wanted time to herself for a few days. Not only did she regret that now, but she was praying that he would turn up and want to make amends. She didn’t want to die knowing their last words together were through an argument. That thought alone destroyed her, let alone the fact that she was trying to fight the fear she was experiencing, the exhaustion of putting all her strength into holding that door, trying desperately to close and lock it and the unknowing thoughts that were going through her head if that door didn’t shut. All she wanted was her fiancé home and them cuddling on the sofa with a glass of wine, laughing.
The tears were streaming even more down her face now, as she knew, deep down, that she would never see him again. She knew she had no escape from this; she was trapped with nowhere to go.
The man began pushing harder against her; inch by inch the door was opening more and she couldn’t fight it. She looked at the knife in her hand and that was her last attempt at surviving. Before the door was open wide enough for him to get in, she jumped away from the door and backed herself into the corner.
‘Come near me and I’ll use it, I swear.’
He stood in the doorway, the shadow of the door over the man, causing more fear in Joan’s body. She was shaking rapidly, even more when he began chuckling. He stood there, upright and shoulders out. He was a broad man but looked thin in his neck. He just stood there, looking at her, blocking her only way out.
‘I told you not to run or scream.’
‘Please, what do you want?’ She was crying harder than she had ever cried before.
‘I want you…dead!’
She wanted to scream but nothing came out. After hearing those words, her body froze. Sharp, stabbing pains shot from head to toe and back up. If she were to live, she would never be able to even half describe the fear that she was feeling. Her hands were no longer shaking, as they were frozen. She looked into the eyes of the man who wanted to kill her, watching as he took a slow step forward. That there was physically nothing she could do to save herself was the most frightening thing Joan had ever felt. The blade in her hand was aimed straight for his chest. She was going for the attack. She felt she had nothing to lose.
He took another step closer and as he went to take his third, she swung. He leant back, but she managed to catch his left arm. He tried to grab her, but she pulled her arms away too quickly. He stood there for a second before making another attempt at approaching her. She swung again; however, he was not falling for the same attack twice. He leant further back, but grabbed her arm before she could pull away. Because her hands were still bound, grabbing one arm meant grabbing both.
He took the knife and punched her in the face.
He grabbed her face and made her look at him.
‘Now we’re going to be good, aren’t we?’
She nodded again.
‘Next time you do that, I promise I will hurt you in ways you’ve never imagined before.’
He took her back downstairs and sat her in the living room. He then taped her mouth so she couldn’t make any noise. The tears were still coming, faster and stronger.
He looked at her blooded face and saw the fear in her eyes.
‘You think I’m going to kill you?’ She nodded, praying he would say he wasn’t. However, he said nothing. He went back into his bag and looked as though he was moving things around.
The bag wasn’t very big but looked as if he could store a fair bit in there. He pulled up his sleeve and looked at the time.
‘It’s time.’ He grabbed her and the bag and they made their way upstairs. She was crying, pleading for her life, but he took no interest in her. He forced her into the bedroom and pushed her onto the bed. She tried to wiggle away, but he grabbed her belt and pulled her towards him, twisting her around so she was laid on her back. He got another tightly tied together length of rope and bound her legs to the pillars at the end of the bed, so they were spread apart. He then did the same to her wrists. She tried fighting when he released her wrists, but he used his body weight to his advantage and before she knew it, she was tied to the bed, legs and arms spread.
He stood at the end of the bed and just looked at her in silence. He then did the