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  Syren’s Heaven & Hell

  The Syren’s Series Book 2

  Jennah Thornhill

  Copyright © 2017 by Jennah Thornhill

  Syren's Heaven And Hell

  The Syren’s Series book 2

  Published by Jennah Thornhill

  Copyright 2017 by Jennah Thornhill

  All rights reserved.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, songs and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead is coincidental.

  Written by- Jennah Thornhill

  Edited by- Karina Boote

  Book Cover- Envy Design

  All rights reserved in accordance with the Copyright and Related Rights act 2000.

  No part of this publication maybe be reproduced or copied in anyway.

  This book is for so many people. My family, friends, even me. Yet more importantly it’s for my readers. The ones who have sent me messages, telling me they needed the second installment to Connor and Allie’s story.

  I’ve been ready to give up on this book more than once when I’ve been knocked down. You ladies have kept me going, encouraged me to continue on. Your support knows no bounds and I can’t thank you all enough.

  This book is for you ladies.

  So here it is the book I’ve made you all wait for.

  I hope you all enjoy it.

  Contents

  Prologue

  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

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Epilogue

  Playlist

  Coming Soon

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  If he thinks he can use me and then throw me away like yesterday’s rubbish then he can think again. Nobody uses me and gets away with it. Him and his precious little Angel thought they we’re going to have their little happy life together. Well they’ve got another thing coming. I've already burst their little bubble of love.

  He was always supposed to be mine.

  And he will be when all this is over.

  He will see soon enough that I did what I did for him… for us.

  Connor Blackwood thinks he can trust the people closest to him, he couldn’t be more wrong.

  He’s about to get the shock of his life and I will be there with a listening ear and an open bed for him to come running too.

  No one really knows the real Connor… but I do.

  He’ll soon realise that he never really loved her, that it was just infatuation.

  I've discovered there is nothing I'm not willing to do, to be by his side. I've sat back and watched him for years have his fun, now it's my time to be the apple of Connor Blackwoods eye.

  Connor

  My life hasn’t always been straightforward, with the parents I had growing up, then finding fame at such a young age, it’s safe to say I've led a roller coaster of a life, but nothing compares to the life I've had since my Angel came into my world. We’ve had our spats since we’ve been together but that’s because I'm a dick, and I've deserved half, if not all the shit we’ve fell out over, but if I could I would have them a million times over again than be where I've been for the last seventeen days.

  I'm in what can only be described as pure hell.

  The day my world ended is one I’d never want to repeat again or would I wish upon my worst enemy.

  Oh my god.

  There’s so much blood.

  I can’t stop it.

  My hands don’t know where to touch incase I cause more damage. She’s white as a ghost, lying on the hard cold concrete floor backstage at one of my shows. We’re supposed to be on stage right now… together. Her dancing, me singing. “Angel… please wake up… don’t leave me you hear… Allie baby please wake up.” I beg knowing it’s falling on deaf ears as she can’t hear me. I never cry but right now the tears are just falling in rivers down my face.

  “Someone get a fucking ambulance here now.” I scream at the top of my lungs.

  I knew there was something wrong when she was only supposed to go the bathroom and was gone for over thirty minutes, but when I went looking for her, I never for the life of me expected to find her like this.

  I hear a commotion behind me and then I feel a hand on my shoulder before Johnny says.

  “Dude, the paramedics are here you have to get up now and let them work on your girl.” Shaking my head I refuse to get up and leave her there, my girl needs me right now and I'm not leaving her.

  I can’t stop shaking, I'm trying to stop the blood from pouring out of the two wounds on her perfect body, but no matter what I do it won’t stop.

  Who the fuck did this?

  Why would they hurt her?

  She doesn’t deserve this.

  She’s an Angel.

  She’s my Angel.

  I'm in hell.

  Pure fucking hell.

  I've been in hell every day since that fatal day. When we finally got out of the arena where we were supposed to be doing that night’s show, she was rushed to the nearest hospital, where they wouldn’t tell me a fucking thing about her because I wasn’t her next of kin or family. That in itself was a load of bollocks because apart from Karina her best friend, Allie doesn’t get along with her family. Her Dad is the biggest wanker I've ever had the displeasure of meeting, many moons ago when the band first started out. I mean I always knew he was a shark in the newspaper business, he’s made plenty of money out of the many stories he’s printed about me or one of the guys over the years, but to cut his own flesh and blood off just because she wanted to follow her dream instead of doing what he wanted her to do is downright unforgivable.

  That’s not a parent.

  That’s a neurotic control freak.

  Her parents turned up at the hospital not even eight hours after she was admitted, and instantly I was warned to keep away from their daughter or face repercussions for my actions. Her Dad even snarled in my face whilst saying.

  “Men like you don’t belong with a girl like my daughter, she’s far too good for someone like you, I know all about you Blackwood, you may have money and a fancy apartment now, but I know where you came from and what you’ve done.”

  With that he walked out of the hospital waiting room and he didn’t look back.

  If it wasn’t for Karina and Johnny, I wouldn’t know a bloody thing about what’s happening with her. So far all I've been told is that she endured a several hour operation to save her lung, which collapsed. The stab wound to her leg missed the vital arteries but it has ca
used some extensive muscle damage that is going to take a serious amount of physiotherapy if she ever wakes up. She’s being kept in a medically induced coma to give her body the time it needs to heal and repair itself.

  I've also not left this shitty little waiting room since it all happened only to get coffee and to take a piss. I refuse to leave just incase she wakes up and wonders why I'm not in there with her. I need her to know that no matter what her arsewipe of a Dad says to me I'm not leaving her.

  Not now... not ever.

  I'm also not fucking stupid and I know that all this happened because of me. I've had some serious free time on my hands considering I cancelled the rest of the tour so I could be with her when she needed me, and I've done some major thinking. No one knew about me and Allie only close friends and the other dancers and they wouldn’t even dare look at her in the wrong way let alone do this to her, especially after I threatened to sack and sue them if they blabbed to anyone. So that only leaves two other people I've pissed off recently Vanessa and Rebecca. The only thing is, I've not heard from either one of them since Allie put Vanessa on her arse in Germany and Rebecca sold us out to the press with claims of my relationship with Allie. So right now I'm back to square one, but I have a very strong feeling the saying “What goes around comes around” is about to smack me straight in the face.

  Pulling on my hair and sighing in frustration with the way my thoughts are running around in my head, I hear the door open and Johnny’s standing in the doorway with Liam and Max behind him. I told the guys I was staying in Austria until I heard it from Allie herself that she didn’t want me here. Being the best friends that these guys are they’ve stayed with me, refusing to let me do this alone. I also told Clint to put a statement out that I had become ill with a serious throat infection, under no circumstances was what happened to my girl to make the papers or any form of media. Even though her Dad’s the fucknut he is, I know even he wouldn’t want this out there for the world to read.

  “You doing ok clit flicker?” Max attempts to make me laugh. But all he gets is a small smile in response to his fucked up sense of humour, I know he means well, it’s how he copes in shitty situations, it's how he deals with shit and I get that, but right now I just can’t see the funny side of things.

  Looking up at Johnny, he must see something in my eyes because he turns to the other two and tells them to go get us all some coffee. When I know that’s his way of getting rid of them, so he can talk to me on my own for five minutes. Once they’ve grumbled their response and left, he comes and sits beside me on one of the hard plastic chairs I've had the unfortunate pleasure of sleeping on for the past two and a half weeks. For her I’ll sleep wherever, for as long as I have to.

  “So… honestly dude how you really doing?” He asks.

  I know I can’t lie to him. The fucker can read me like a friggin’ book, so I go for total honesty and pray to all things holy he can handle it.

  “Honestly?... I'm falling apart here man, my girl is hooked up to god knows what, with people poking and prodding at her and I'm not allowed in there to hold her hand through all of this… and it's killing me… I'm barely hanging on anymore.” With just that explanation he knows how I'm feeling, because he’s instantly on his feet towering over me with both hands on my shoulders, he looks me square in the eyes before saying.

  “Whatever it is your feeling right now dude, I can not begin to understand. But if what I'm seeing in your eyes right now is telling me the truth, then I beg you with all I am, please do not fall off the waggon and phone that tosspot so you can get of your tits!”

  The tosspot in question is Jase. My old dealer and the rat I've been avoiding like the plague since I came out of rehab. Unfortunately, I know he was in Austria the night before the shit hit the fan and if I know him like I think I do, then he’ll still be in the country just waiting for me to fall so he can cash in on it. And with the way I'm feeling right now, it could happen at any minute. I'm just sick of feeling, this is why I don’t do love, I do fucking, pure, raw, dirty fucking with no strings whatsoever attached. My only problem is I couldn’t of treated Allie like that even if I wanted to. That girl got under my skin the minute I laid my eyes on her up on that stage. So now I'm up shit creek without a fucking paddle, because my heart’s breaking and all I want to be... is numb.

  I decide to give Johnny just a vague response. I really don’t want to let him and the guys down again, but I can’t handle this anymore. “Dude, I can’t promise anything right now. I just know that all this.” I say gesturing towards where Allie is down the corridor, and then banging my fist against my chest so he gets it. “All this is fucking ripping me in two.” Just as I get it all out Liam and Max come back, barrelling through the door like two bulls in a china shop ending our conversation. We all sit in silence, sipping the sludge that this place likes to call coffee. When the door opens and Karina stands there with a look on her face I can’t get a read on, then Johnny pipes up.

  “What is it?” Ignoring him completely, she looks straight at me and says the words that have felt like a lifetime I have waited to hear.

  “She’s awake.”

  Everything is going to be alright.

  Maybe not today,

  But

  Eventually.

  Allie

  You know when you're in that stage of unconsciousness?

  Where you’re awake but you’re not, yet you can still hear things going on around you, but at the same time you have no bloody clue where you are? Yeah that stage.

  Well that’s where I currently am. I can hear a booming voice that I think I recognise, though I can’t seem to place it. My heads screaming at me to stop the god awful beeping sound, that just won’t shut the hell up. I ever so slowly manage to pry my eyes open and let them adjust to the bright fluorescent light that’s above my head. When I scan a quick look around the room I'm in, it becomes very clear I'm in the hospital. And I'm the one attached to the annoying beeping machine, but my foggy brain won’t let me remember why I'm here. Until I try to sit up so I can see through my half cracked open door, where that voice I can hear is coming from. When I'm hit with this horrendous pain all down my left flank.

  The pains that bad I have tears leaking from my eyes. Gritting my teeth together I lower myself back to the lumpy hospital bed I'm bound to and turn my head towards the door, and that’s when I see him… the man who likes to call himself my Dad.

  Mr Paul Whitbury himself.

  What in gods name is he doing here?

  He’s pacing up and down the corridor outside my room barking orders down his phone, the phone he has a death grip on so bad his hand is turning purple, whilst yanking on his perfectly straight tie before pulling the offending item off over his head all together, and then stuffing it in his trouser pocket. Poor bloody tie… what’s it ever done to him?

  As if waking up from one nightmare wasn’t enough. No... I had to wake up to the fact that the man who likes to think he can just come and go in my life when it suits him has the audacity to think he can come here now, and starting yelling at people… I don’t think so!!!

  Right now though there is only one person I want to see and he’s not here, my heart feels like it's been ripped from my chest then ran over by a double decker bus. I’d take the pain what’s running through my lower body any day than this pain in my chest. Turning my head away from the door I close my eyes again so my sperm donor doesn’t see that I'm awake, I really can not handle him right now, so I drift back of to the land of nod and let the tears silently run down my cheeks.

  What feels like forever but only more like an hour. I wake to two voices whispering at the bottom of my bed. Peeling one eye open I see Karina having a heated debate with my Dad.

  I love how that girl always has my back.

  Coughing slightly so they know I'm awake, I try to find my voice to ask for some water. My mouth feels like sandpaper.

  “Water.” I croak out.

  Karina moves at lightening spee
d to get me a glass filled with water from the table at the side of my bed, as she holds the straw to my awfully dry and cracked lips, she gives me the biggest smile I've ever seen her have on her face as she says.

  “You're awake?... Oh my god you're awake.” That’s when I notice she has tears streaming down her face. Letting the straw fall from lips I rasp out.

  “Mofo I'm ok, please don’t cry.” Sniffling she puts the glass back down and wipes her tears away with the sleeve of her hoodie she’s wearing, before she breaths out.

  “I thought I was going to lose you Allie, you’ve been in this hospital for seventeen days. I was starting to think you would never wake up.”

  Seventeen days?

  That can’t be right… can it?

  “Allie can you remember anything about what happened to you? Or why you're here?” She questions.

  Placing a shaky hand on my side, where I know I was stabbed I think back to what happened that day.

  Leaving Karina to her hangover and her stare down with Johnny. I head to the bathroom, the entire time feeling like I'm being watched or followed, but when I turn around I see no one. Then from nowhere I'm struck with a burning pain in my side, when I look down all I see is blood pouring out around of me. My knees give way on me and I crash to the floor. My eyes rolling into the back of my head, I try shouting for help but nothing comes out of my mouth. Just when I think someone is coming to help me, I see a figure looming over me but I can’t make out who it is, because I can’t lift my heavy head of the floor, then a voice I don’t recognize speaks.