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Authors: Colleen Hoover,Tarryn Fisher

Never Never: Part Three (Never Never #3)

BOOK: Never Never: Part Three (Never Never #3)
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Copyright © 2016 by Colleen Hoover and Tarryn Fisher

All rights reserved.

Cover Designer: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations,
www.okaycreations.com

Interior Designer and Formatter: Jovana Shirley, Unforeseen Editing,
www.unforeseenediting.com

No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Colleen Hoover:
http://colleenhoover.com

Tarryn Fisher:
http://www.tarrynfisher.com

For Jo Popper.

Chapter 1: Charlie

Chapter 2: Silas

Chapter 3: Charlie

Chapter 4: Silas

Chapter 5: Charlie

Chapter 6: Silas

Chapter 7: Charlie

Chapter 8: Silas

Chapter 9: Charlie

Chapter 10: Silas

Chapter 11: Charlie

Chapter 12: Silas

Chapter 13: Charlie

Chapter 14: Silas

Epilogue: Charlie

Acknowledgments

Contact

The first thing I notice is the pounding in my chest. It’s so fast it’s painful. Why would a heart need to pound this hard? I breathe deeply through my nose and open my eyes on the exhale.

Then I throw myself back.

Luckily, I’m on a bed and I tumble onto a mattress. I roll away from the man staring intently at me, and land on my feet. I squint at him while backing up. He’s watching me, but he hasn’t moved. This eases the pounding in my chest a little.
A little
.

He’s young. Not quite a man, maybe late teens or early twenties. I have the urge to run. A door…I need to find a door, but if I take my eyes off him, he may…

“Who the hell are you?” I ask. It doesn’t matter who he is. I just need to distract him while I find a way out of here.

He’s quiet for a moment as he sizes me up. “I was about to ask you the same thing,” he says.

His voice makes me stop shuffling sideways for a few seconds. It’s deep…calm. Deeply calm. Maybe I’m overreacting. I make to answer him—which would be the reasonable thing to do when someone asks you who you are—but I can’t.

“I asked you first,” I say. Why does my own voice sound so unfamiliar? I raise a hand to my throat and wrap it around my neck.

“I…” he hesitates. “I don’t know?”

“You don’t know?” I say in disbelief. “How could you not know?”

I spot the door and edge closer, keeping my eyes on him. He’s on his knees on the bed, but he looks tall. His shoulders are wide and pull against the t-shirt he’s wearing. If he comes at me, I doubt I’d be able to fight him off. My wrists look small.
Look
small? Why don’t I know that my wrists
are
small?

This is it. I have to do it.

I dart for the door. It’s only a few feet away; if I can get it open I can run for help. I scream as I run. It’s bloodcurdling, a real ear sore. My hand wraps around the knob and I look back to see where he is.

He’s in the same spot, his eyebrows raised. “Why are you screaming?”

I stop. “Why…why aren’t you coming after me?” I’m right in front of the door. Technically I can open the door and run out of here before he’s even off the bed. He knows that, and
I
know that, so why isn’t he trying to stop me?

He passes a hand over his face and shakes his head, sighing deeply. “What’s your name?” he asks.

I open my mouth to tell him it’s none of his business, and then realize that, I don’t know. I don’t know what my freaking name is.

In that case… “Delilah.”


Delilah
…?” he asks.

It’s pretty dark, but I swear he’s smiling. “Yeah…is that not good enough for you?”

He shakes his head. “Delilah’s a great name,” he says. “Listen…
Delilah
. I don’t know exactly what we’re doing here, but right behind your head there’s a piece of paper stuck to the door. Can you pull that off and read it?”

I’m afraid that if I turn around he’ll attack me. I reach a hand back without looking and feel around. I pull the piece of paper off the door and bring it in front of my face.

Charlie! Don’t open this door yet! That guy in the room with you…you can trust him. Walk back to the bed and read all the notes. They’ll explain everything.

“I think it’s for you,” I tell him. “Is your name Charlie?” I look back up at the guy on the bed. He’s reading something too. He looks up and holds a small white rectangle toward me.

“Look at it,” he says.

I take a step forward, and then another, and then another. It’s a driver’s license. I study the picture and then his face. Same person.

“If your name is Silas, who is Charlie?”


You
are,” he says.


I
am?”

“Yes.”

He bends to pick up a piece of notebook paper from the bed. “It says so right here.” He holds the paper out to me and I hand him back his driver’s license.

“Charlie isn’t a girl’s name,” I say. I start to read what’s written on the pages and everything else falls away. I drop heavily to the edge of the bed and sit down.

“What the hell?”

The Silas guy is reading too. His eyes trace over the paper he holds in front of his face. I sneak looks at him while he’s reading, and when I do, my heart beats a little bit faster.

I read more. I grow more and more confused. The notes are supposedly from me and this guy, but nothing makes any sense. As I’m reading, I grab a nearby pen and copy the paper I found on the door, to see if I really
did
write it myself.

The handwriting is a perfect match.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I say. “This is nuts!” I put the page down and shake my head. How can any of this be true? It’s like reading a novel. Lost memories, fathers who betrayed their families, voodoo.
My god.
Suddenly I feel like I want to barf.

Why can’t I remember who I am? What I did yesterday? If what these notes say are true…

I’m about to voice this when Silas hands me another sheet of paper.

You only have 48 hours. Do not focus on why you can’t remember things or how weird it all feels. Focus on figuring this out before you forget again.

~Charlie

It’s my handwriting again. “I’m convincing,” I say.

He nods.

“So…where are we?” I turn around in a full circle, noticing the freshly eaten food on the table. Silas points to one of those little paper tents on the nightstand. A hotel. In New Orleans.
Great
.

I’m walking toward the window to take a peek outside when there’s a knock at the hotel door. We both freeze and look in that direction.

“Who is it?” Silas yells at the door.

“It’s
me!
” A voice replies.

Silas motions for me to go stand on the other side of the room, away from the door. I don’t.

I’ve only known myself for a few minutes, but I can tell I’m stubborn.

Silas unlatches the deadbolt and pulls the door open just a little. A scruffy brown head bobs around the door.

“Hey,” the boy says. “I’m back. 11:30 sharp, just like you said.”

He has his hands stuffed in his pockets and his face is red like he’s been running. I look from him to Silas, and back to him. They look alike.

“You know each other?” I ask.

The younger, lookalike version of Silas nods his head. “We’re brothers.” He says this loudly while pointing first to Silas and then himself. “I am your brother,” he says again, looking at Silas.

“So you said,” Silas says with a slight grin on his face. He glances at me, then back at Landon. “Mind if I take a look at your ID?”

The boy rolls his eyes but pulls a wallet out of his back pocket.

“I like that cool, rolling your eyes thing you have going on,” Silas says as he opens the boy’s wallet.

“What’s your name?” I ask him.

He tilts his head, narrowing his eyes at me. “I’m
Landon
,” he tells me, as if I should know this. “The better-looking Nash brother.”

I smile weakly as Silas looks over Landon’s ID. He’s a good kid. You can tell by his eyes.

“So,” I say, looking at Silas. “You don’t know who you are, either? And we’re trying to figure this all out together? And every forty-eight hours we forget again?”

“Yeah,” he says. “Sounds about right.”

This feels like a dream. Not reality.

And then it hits me.
I’m dreaming.
I burst into laughter, just as Landon hands me a sack. I think my laughter caught him by surprise.

“What’s this?” I ask, opening the sack.

“You asked me to bring you a change of clothes.”

I look down at the gown I’m wearing, and then at the clothes. “Why am I wearing this?”

He shrugs. “That’s what you were wearing last night when Silas found you.”

Silas pushes open the bathroom door for me. The clothes have tags on them, so I pull them off and begin to change. A cute black top with long sleeves and jeans that fit like they were made for me.
Who gets new clothes in their dreams?

“I love this dream!” I yell through the bathroom door.

When I’m finished changing, I swing open the door and clap my hands together. “All right, boys. Let’s go. Where to?”

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