Losing Juliet: A gripping psychological thriller with twists you won’t see coming. June Taylor

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СКАЧАТЬ nudge in the ribs. ‘Qui es-tu?’ the note said. Realizing she would get no peace unless she responded she scribbled her name down quickly, still focusing on the lecturer and not prepared to engage any further.

      When the session finished, Chrissy zipped up her bag and stood up.

      ‘Does my head in, all this existential stuff,’ said Juliet.

      ‘So what are you doing here then?’

      Chrissy turned her back, ready to shuffle along the row.

      ‘Long story. I came to sit with you, by the way, because you looked like the least boring person in the room.’

      ‘Am I meant to be flattered?’ said Chrissy, half-twisting her head.

      ‘I don’t suppose there’s any chance I can borrow your lecture notes, is there?’

      Chrissy pulled down the notepad that Juliet was clutching to her chest and saw it was full of sketches of what looked like fashion designs. She shook her head, turning away again.

      ‘You want to get a coffee?’

      Even if this girl was rather irritating, and certainly not the sort of friend she was looking for, at least she was showing some interest. ‘Sorry, I can’t,’ Chrissy replied. ‘But thanks for asking.’

      ‘I don’t mean that shit from the vending machine either.’

      ‘I still can’t,’ said Chrissy, laughing.

      Once she was out into the corridor, narrow with a low-hanging roof, it would be easier to lose herself in the crowd, she told herself. But she was wrong.

      ‘I like The Smiths, too,’ said Juliet, referring to Chrissy’s T-shirt and suddenly by her side again. ‘Saw them twice.’

      ‘Three times for me,’ said Chrissy. ‘Look, I can’t hang about. I’ve got to go and meet my tutor.’ She speeded up again, heading for the stairs.

      ‘You know, the reason I was late was because I saw a dog run over and I couldn’t decide if the dog had chosen to run in front of the car, or if it was just an accident.’

      ‘Really?’ said Chrissy, stopping.

      ‘Oh. Actually, no, I was trying to be existential. I slept in; I don’t have an alarm clock.’

      ‘Well maybe you should go buy one then.’ Chrissy carried on up the stairs, reminding herself to trust first instincts.

      ‘Do you want to come to a party?’

      It was just loud enough to pick out above all the other voices. Chrissy reached for the handrail and turned round.

      ‘Fuck’s sake!’ snapped a girl with pink hair and alarmingly plucked eyebrows. ‘Do you have to stop on the stairs?’

      ‘When?’ shouted Chrissy, ignoring the complaints.

      ‘Wednesday. Bring a friend, or friends if you’ve made some. The more the merrier.’

      She found herself going to claim the photocopied invite that Juliet was tantalizingly waving at the bottom of the stairs.

      ‘Where is it?’

      ‘Cowper Road.’

      She was about to ask where that was when Juliet helpfully added: ‘There’s a map on the back of the invite.’

      ‘Aren’t you in halls?’

      ‘Stoke Bishop. Miles from bloody anywhere. Luckily I know a couple of people in Redland. Do you know it? Just head up St Michael’s Hill away from town. It’s not far. Where are you?’

      ‘Clifton,’ she said, tugging the piece of paper out of Juliet’s fingers, giving the map a quick scan. ‘I’ll find it.’ She tucked it into her jeans pocket and then found herself weakening. Handing over her lecture notes, she said: ‘And if you lose those I will kill you.’

      ‘You’re all right you are, Chrissy Wotsit,’ she heard Juliet shout as she galloped up the stairs, not wanting to be late for her tutor. She turned round and gave Juliet the finger.

      But for the first time in days, she had a smile on her face.

       CHAPTER 3

      Manchester: 2007

      ‘So did you go to the party?’

      Eloise was desperate to know more but Chrissy had come to an abrupt halt. It was time to go in any case. Her cheek still felt sore as it brushed against her mother’s, kissing her goodbye, reminding her of the slap she had received earlier and for no apparent reason. It was more the shock than any physical pain that had bothered her, but it was a sign that she would have to tread carefully.

      Something Eloise had been doing for years.

      ‘Wouldn’t you like to see her again, Mum?’

      Chrissy shook her head, a small movement at first, as if a tiny part of her was still undecided. Then, an emphatic, ‘No.’

      ‘Well, tell me some more later, yeah? When I get back.’

      ‘Do you have to go?’ said Chrissy.

      ‘What, to meet Anya? Or do you mean Inter-Railing?’

      The lack of reply annoyed Eloise, almost as much as her question. She bent down to pick up her bag, feeling her mother’s gaze burning into her back. She stood up again, moving towards her until their faces were almost touching.

      ‘Goodbye, Mum,’ she said, meeting her glare, confident she would not be the one to back down first. She just had the edge in her shoes. But in the end Eloise did look away first, her mother’s face was so full of anguish, and she turned to leave before she felt that she couldn’t.

      ‘How’re you getting home?’ she heard Chrissy shout as she made for the door.

      ‘Dunno.’ She was already halfway out.

      ‘Well, can you walk back with Anya?’

      ‘Yeah, whatever.’

      The Mancunian Way rumbled on like a Big Dipper ride over the Stockport Road, the grey-white tower of the university protruding above it. Clouds had closed in on the sun, stealing the warmth out of their summer’s evening. The estate was quieter now, apart from the murmur of traffic.

      The key turned in the lock behind her, startling Eloise; she had been using the door as a backrest. Then the chain slid across. She kicked out at a piece of Lego, shooting it off the walkway, and moved over to grab the railings, fingernails digging into her palms. If her mother thought a harmless bit of Inter-Railing around Europe was a problem, what would she be like with a whole gap year after A-levels? And what about Bournemouth Uni? Eloise had convinced herself, and her mother, that it was by far the best course in Travel and Tourism. СКАЧАТЬ