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Pull

Part Two of Push

 

 

Claire Wallis

Praise for Claire Wallis and
Push

“Wallis’ first New Adult title reads more like a psychological thriller along the lines of a Gillian Flynn novel with New Adult elements thrown in. Sure, it has the requisite hot bad boy and loads of steamy scenes, but there are also extraordinary twists and missing pieces revealed, guaranteed to surprise readers… Definitely one of the most unique NA books out there!”—
RT Book Reviews

 

“Now
that
was an exhilarating read indeed. Excuse me, while I pick my jaw up off the floor. I’m just sitting here. Stunned.”—
Maryse’s Book Blog

 

“This author is really gifted. I love her writing style!…I read it in one sitting—I literally didn’t move from my couch from start to finish—and just could not put it down.”—
Aesta’s Book Blog

 

“My love for this book knows no bounds—it is literary crack!”—
The Book Hookup

About the Author

Claire Wallis
has penned hundreds of magazine and newspaper articles over the last ten years, with science playing the lead role in almost all of them. Though non-fiction writing will forever be her first love, fiction has unexpectedly swooped in, hooked her by the soul, and become her
true
love. As a result of this coup d’état, Claire’s writing career has made a complete U-turn, and instead of rocks, plants, insects, and microbes, she is now putting human characters in the lead.

 

Claire’s previous jobs include working at a limestone quarry, hawking vegetables at a farmer’s market, clerking at the dollar store, and convincing new mothers that they
need
to renew their subscription to that parenting magazine in order for their child to survive. She lives in Pennsylvania with her amazingly awesome husband and son.

 

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***PULL is the continuation of Claire Wallis’ sharp and shocking debut novel, PUSH. It is the second book in the series and is not intended to be a standalone.***

 


It is impossible for someone like me—someone with a sin-list capable of wrapping itself around the world—to find redemption. To be repaired
.”

 

David Calgaro has secrets, and the only woman he’s ever loved is about to pay the ultimate price to protect them. He’s spent a lifetime searching for purpose and control. And the only place he’s managed to find them is in a single, perfect moment; a moment in which he has absolute control over someone else’s life.

 

David is unredeemable, unfixable, unsalvageable. But Emma Searfoss has forced a tiny sliver of hope to penetrate his soul. Hope that, even though redemption is impossible, maybe life isn’t. Maybe he isn’t who he thought he was. Maybe he’s meant to be more.

 

This is a new adult novel with mature content for readers 17 and up.

 

www.clairewallis.com

A Letter from the Author

Dear Reader—

 

I should probably start with an apology. And a thank you. I’m sorry I left you hanging at the end of
Push
, but I had to, you see, because otherwise the story just wouldn’t be the same. I know I’m not your mother or anything, but I thought you might need some time to catch your breath before I threw the second part of the story out into the world. But…it’s here now. You’re holding it in your hands (yay, you!). So, THANK YOU for waiting so patiently for
Pull
to arrive. I hope you’ll find the wait to be worthwhile.

 

I’m also very grateful for all the kind thoughts you’ve shared about
Push
via email, social media, and book reviews. They make me feel like this fiction-writing gig just might be the best thing I’ve ever done (not counting motherhood, of course!). I appreciate every single word. Truly.

 

One final note to anyone who hasn’t yet read
Push
. You’re gonna want to read it before you turn the page on this one. If you don’t, you’re missing a big piece of the puzzle.
Pull
is not meant to be a standalone.
Push
tells half of the story, and it’s the half that needs to come first. So, go back and download
Push
. Then, when you get to the part that says “
to be continued…”
, come back and see me here again. I’ll wait.

 

And now, for those of you who’ve already met David and Emma, go ahead. Read on, my friends. I hope you enjoy the rest of this ape-shit crazy journey.

 

See you at THE END.

 

All best,

Claire

Dedication

For Melissa. Again.

Acknowledgments

Once again, I’m finding myself being grateful beyond measure for my friend Melissa. This book never would have come to fruition were it not for her. She’s responsible for inspiring me to write both PUSH and PULL. She was with me every single step of the way, providing inspiration, suggestions, and cheerleading whenever necessary. You should know that all the good ideas were hers. Seriously.

 

My agent, Nalini Akolekar of Spencerhill Associates, deserves to take a serious bow after this one. Her guidance, faith, and confidence are the true foundation of this book. Without her, I may never have had the balls to venture into the world of self-publishing. She knows how to make amazing things happen.

 

Jennifer Miller, my thoughtful and thorough editor, took David and Emma’s story and smoothed out the wrinkles. She put her finger on its pulse when I could not, rounding out the rough edges and connecting the dots. Jennifer, it was a true pleasure to work with you. Let’s do it again someday!

 

A heaping plate of “thank you” should also be served up to my friend M.K. She helped steer PULL in the right direction, doling out a hearty dose of “you can do this” whenever I was down in the dumps with writer’s block. The wine and conversations we shared were essential to both my sanity and the story.

 

And lastly…to
you
, my readers. THANK YOU for letting me tell you this story. I hope you enjoy the ride.

Pull

Part Two of Push

Emma’s Prologue

David’s old red BMW is parked on the 9th Street Bridge, and I am standing next to it, looking down into the water. Looking down at the ripples. At
her
ripples. At the ripples of the little redheaded girl I used to be. A girl that didn’t think she was worth anything at all. The sandbags pull her down fast. Just like I knew they would. I watch her disappear and the ripples return to calm.

I take a deep breath and walk away.

Chapter 1

After Maggie

I’m sitting on a rock next to the river with my knees curled up against my chest. My skin is all shivery. The river is quiet now. There are no more ripples because there’s no more of my momma left. I’m wet and cold, and I don’t understand. How am I supposed to get home before
he
does? I need to be in my bed. I need to be asleep before Daddy comes home or else he’s gonna be mad.

I wish I could fly. I wish I could fly through the water and down to my momma and pull her right up outta the river and take her back home. I wish I had the wings I made last year, but Momma made me throw them away. I cried when that happened because I was only seven then. I’m eight now, and Daddy says that’s too old to cry. Daddy says that if I cry now, it means I’m a crybaby. I don’t cry anymore. Not even when I hear him yell at her about that map.

I hate that map. The one hanging on our kitchen wall. The one with a picture of the world on it. I want to rip it into a million, billion pieces and throw it in the garbage. Daddy’s always looking at it and talking about all the places that he and Momma were gonna go before I was born. Sometimes at night, I hear him yelling at her about it. I hear him telling her about how she shouldn’t have let me be born. I hear him say that they can’t go anywhere because of me. Because when I came out, everything changed. Because when I came out, Momma got sad.

She didn’t used to cry so much, but lately she’s been crying almost all the time. And when she isn’t crying, she’s silent. She smells different, too. Even though I do her laundry and always try to remember to use a dryer sheet, she smells like oldness and stale chips. I don’t know what I did wrong. Back when I was real little, before she stopped caring, she would hug me sometimes and tell me that I mattered. She would tell me that Daddy was just confused and that he drank too much whiskey and it made his thinking go all crooked. But ever since I turned six, she’s been too sad for hugs. I think it’s because I told my kindergarten teacher about how she cries at night when Daddy yells at her. I think that’s when she stopped loving me. I think that when she spanked me for telling the teacher those things, it knocked all the love right out of her. It didn’t knock the love out of me, though, because I still love her. Because I remember the old momma. The one that sometimes gave hugs.

What am I supposed to do now? What’s gonna happen when Daddy finds out about this? He’s gonna be mad. Real mad. I know she’s gone because of me, and he’ll know it, too. Because why else would she go? Why else would she leave, except to punish me for being born?

I move my eyes from the water to the bridge, and I think hard about what happened up there. I wanted to touch her. Just one more time. I wanted to touch her skin, but she wouldn’t let me. She moved away, told me to get back into the car and go back to sleep. She pulled her arm away from my hand so I couldn’t say goodbye. But then, when I didn’t get back into the car,
she
touched
me.
She put her hand on my cheek, and it was warm. Like melted butter. It was the first time she’d touched me in
forever
, and for a second, I thought I saw love in her eyes. I thought I saw forgiveness. I thought that maybe she’d forgiven me for everything. But then she fell into the water, and I knew it wasn’t true. I knew that her touch only meant goodbye and nothing more. It made me want to cry. But I didn’t. Because I don’t want to be a crybaby.

So instead, I tried to fix things. Just like I always do. I tried to save her. I thought that if I could just jump in after her, pull her out of the water, and tell her that I love her, things would be better. She would forgive me. I knew she couldn’t swim. I knew those things she tied on her feet were heavy. I saw how hard it was for her to push them over the edge. Daddy can’t swim very good either, but I can. Me and Jimmy Paxton taught ourselves last summer in his swimming pool. It’s the kind that you inflate with that machine that plugs into the cigarette lighter in your car and then you fill it up with the garden hose. By the end of the summer, Jimmy and I could hold our breath for forty-five whole seconds.

But forty-five seconds wasn’t enough. Momma sank too fast, and when I reached down for her, she didn’t reach back.

I think it’s because she wanted to go. Because she didn’t want things to get fixed. She didn’t want to forgive me. She wanted to leave me here with him. As punishment for making her sad.

I need to leave. When I let go of my knees and stand up, I see that there is something on my shirt. It’s pinned there with one of the safety pins I have to use when the button falls off of my pants. It’s an envelope. I unhook the pin and drop it onto the ground, folding the wet envelope in half and shoving it into my pocket as quickly as I can. I need to get home. Daddy can’t know that I was here. He can’t know that I couldn’t save her. He can’t know that I failed.

I start running as fast as I can. I run all the way home. And when I get there, I’m happy that the house is empty. He isn’t home yet. I take the envelope out of my pocket and tuck it into my dresser drawer. I strip off my wet clothes and throw them into the washing machine. Then I put on my pajamas, crawl into bed, and pretend my hardest to be asleep.

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