Testing the limits (Sample)

CHAPTER ONE - FIGHT OR FLIGHT

Thankyou for reading my story! Testing the limits was originally posted on Chapters taptales in 2019. It has been edited for Wattpad, with the same storyline and loveable characters as well as added scenes.
It is my aim to bring the entire limits series to Wattpad.

Feedback and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! Happy reading.

- S L Walders

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LUCY

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10 hours into the 17 hour flight from London to Perth, Australia, I get up to stretch my legs.

The cramped economy cabin seats are numbing my ass and making my knees lock up. I feel like an old woman as I walk down the narrow aisle towards the airplane bathroom.

Through the curtains separating economy from first class, I see how the other class live and sigh. How I wish for that little bit of luxury on this long flight.
I do my business then head back to my seat.

As I take my seat, I look over to my best friend, Ryan and laugh at his sleeping form. At 6'4, he's folded up like an accordion in the little seats, yet somehow he managed to fall asleep. I'm 5'2 and cannot get comfortable. Maybe part of that is the anxiety of returning home after 5 years.

I take out my laptop and place it on the fold down tray, opening up my latest attempt at writing and trying not to think about what made me move to London in the first place.

I know what you're thinking, some horribly tragic event that sent me running or a bad childhood. Sadly, it's much more cliche than that.

My story is one told through the ages and countless romance stories. But it's mine none the less. It's simple really. Girl falls in love with her big brothers best friend. The best friend sees her like an annoying little sister. In the stories she would make a big play for his affections, only to find that he felt the same way and they would live happily ever after. THE END.

But that's not how this story went. There was no declaration of undying love. There wasn't even any form of rejection. Instead, at 18 I had the opportunity to go to London and live with my grandparents. I figured my aching heart would be easier to handle if I didn't have to see him every day.

So I took the offer and ran. I never came home, not even to visit. Not once.

And I hated that. I've missed Australia. London is always so dreary, so miserable, so cold.

I miss the hot summer days in Perth. The 40 degree heat that melts the bitumen. I miss making the mistake of going outside without shoes on and burning the soles of my feet on the hot cement. I miss getting into a car that's sat in the sun all day and getting branded by the seatbelt buckle.

I miss the Aussie Christmas. A white Christmas is nice the first time, don't get me wrong, but I miss watching mum sweat in the kitchen cooking a hot roast lunch with 5 different types of meat, all the while wondering why we would be eating a hot meal in the middle of summer. I miss playing backyard cricket barefoot, cursing when you get bindi's in your feet, only to sit down in the grass to get them out and end up with bindi's in your ass.

But in the end, I still didn't go home. I couldn't trust myself not to throw myself at him. Even years after leaving Perth. Even after he enlisted in the army, just in case he was on leave when I visited.

There's just something about forbidden fruit that makes it so desirable, so delicious that you just have to have it. I understand why Eve bit the apple. If the apple looked anything like Sebastian Taylor, I'd take a big ol' bite too.