Enjoying Trouble (Trouble #3) by Dee Bridle Read Free Book Online Page B

bodies. I knew the beer would have ended up on Will too, maybe she would want to lick his skin clean. Win-win for him.
    I moved further into the moshing bodies, feeling the excitement and the scent of sweat and good times. I lost track of Ivy and Ava behind me as I pushed my way in further, closer to the stage. I wanted to become one with everyone and forget everything else around me. I wanted the hardcore beat to throb through my body and take me away.
    I was suddenly shoved hard and yelped in pain. I couldn’t turn my body around to see who had done it and kept moving. I had nearly made it to the front of the stage in my determination to escape, before I realised I was in the middle of the makings of a death wall. I had never been part of the death wall, always watching them from a safe distance. Everyone in the pit was starting to separate into two groups, making a large empty space in the middle of the mosh pit. They were pumped and ready to run at full speed towards each other on the band’s call. Will had never let me do this and now I was going to be crushed to death in an explosion of bodies and metal mayhem.
    And I suddenly didn’t care.
    I heard the singer shout over and over to keep going, to keep separating into two sides. The open space started to become even wider as the drummer kept a constant rhythm, preparing everyone for the onslaught that was to come. I felt the adrenalin spike in me, knowing this was going to hurt.
    The guitar then started, the singer screamed and the music exploded. I ran blindly, covering my head with my arms as bodies thumped into each other. I think I screamed. I felt the impact with other bodies and the music get crazier. Someone grabbed my hair and pulled sharply. I screamed again. My feet went in one direction, my upper body in the other. I was suddenly trapped, pulled in two opposite directions. I refused to panic as I struggled to breathe amongst the crush; I could do this. I imagined that this would be like hell and we all knew that’s where I was going in the end anyway. Through the struggle, it dawned on me that there was no-one here to help me anymore. Will was no longer by my side, getting me out of my sticky situations. Neither was my brother. It was up to me to sort myself out. This is what I had to do from now on. Get by, by myself.  It was time to look after myself, time to get my life in order and do something. Whatever the fuck that was. I was in charge of my own destiny.
    Fuck. I just had an epiphany in a mosh pit.
    I pulled on the guy next to me and motioned upwards with my free hand. It was time for air and to get out of this crazy, sweaty hell. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up, his hands then finding themselves on my waist and then my butt as he ripped me out. I couldn’t help but laugh like a maniac as I found warm air, letting it seep into my lungs. Other hands held me as my body was carried across the crowd. I moved closer to the stage, knowing my time was nearly up. A meaty arm suddenly grasped around me and I was pulled over the barrier in front of the stage. The security guy righted me onto my feet and then let me go, motioning to the side exit. I stumbled towards it with a smile still on my face. I felt lightheaded as I made my way, moving my hair out of my face as if in slow motion. My limbs were heavy and I felt a whoosh of blood inside me. Maybe I was going to faint. Maybe I was having a heart attack. That’s right. It would be just my luck to die after my epiphany inside a mosh pit. I reached the exit and walked out onto the grass, trying my hardest not to step on people who were sitting and catching their breath. I needed water. I needed to get my blood pressure under control.
    “You finished?” asked a familiar deep voice, his hand taking my arm.
    “Never,” I gasped, not allowing myself to feel any relief that he had actually come to get me.
    “The Wall of Death now, Janey? What’s next?” asked Will, leading me through everyone.
    “It