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Back The Chalet Save as PDF
Chapters (75)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for The Chalet
  3. Dedication
  4. PART ONE
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  26. PART TWO
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  35. PART THREE
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  70. Epilogue
  71. Acknowledgements
  72. Keep Reading …
  73. Prologue
  74. About the Author
  75. About the Publisher

‘Adam!’ I yell. ‘You OK?’

Silence. Or rather, not silence, just a howling wind. Would he have even heard me shouting? Would I be able to hear him?

‘ADAM!’ I yell again. Nothing.

‘I’M COMING DOWN!’ I holler. ‘Stay where you are!’

Fuck. Fuck. I’m never good in these kind of situations. He’ll be fine, I tell myself. I push myself away and ski down carefully, slowly. Of the two of us – not that I’d ever admit it – Adam is the better skier and I don’t know what made him fall. Ice? A rock? Just bad luck? I don’t want the same to happen to me.

Oh God. Oh God. At least his skis came off, so hopefully he won’t have hurt his legs.

Shit! His skis! Where are they? I look back up the slope, but the snow is too deep. I can’t see them; they could be anywhere. Never mind. I’ll worry about that later. More important to find my brother.

‘ADAM!’ I shout again. ‘ADAM!’

This time I think I hear something – though it may just have been the wind. ‘Stay there! I’m coming!’ I shout, uselessly.

Then I hear it. ‘Over here!’

I feel a bolt of relief shoot through me. Thank God! ‘Where are you?’ I shout.

‘Over here, you useless bastard,’ he shouts back, making it clear to me in an instant that he’s not hurt. ‘In the snow.’

‘Oh, in the snow! That helps,’ I yell back sarcastically. ‘Now I know exactly where you are.’

‘Over here, you bellend.’

I follow the sound of his voice, though it’s difficult to hear him over the sound of the wind. I ski as slowly as I can, making a few slow, gentle turns. I don’t want to fall. A little further down, Adam’s colourful jacket looms into sight through the whiteness. ‘There you are. What happened?’ I ask.

‘Dunno. Caught an edge, I guess.’ He pauses. ‘Where are my skis?’

My stomach lurches. I should have picked them up, but I panicked, wanting to get to Adam. Then again, he shouldn’t have fallen. ‘Where you left them, I would have thought,’ I say, evenly.

‘For fuck’s sake, Will, didn’t you think to get them on the way down?’

Nice; he cocks it up and somehow it’s all my fault. ‘I thought I should come and see if you’d broken your back or fallen off a precipice or something, you ungrateful shit.’

‘Right. So how am I meant to get down now?’

We both listen to the wind howl for a few beats.

‘I could ski down, find the guides and then we come up again and find your skis on the way down?’ I suggest.