𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞.
outer banks universe.
BROOKLYN ROUTLEDGE, twin sister
to John B Routledge, is thrusted into a
whirlwind of an adventure when her father goes missing at sea. Brooklyn and John B rope
their closest friends into their adventure,
...
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𝟎𝟔𝟎. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬
lady - hear me tonight ──── modjo
☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
𝖨 𝖣𝖮𝖭'𝖳 𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖶 𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖨 𝖠𝖬．𝖧𝖮𝖶 𝖢𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖣 𝖨 𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖡𝖫𝖸 𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖶 𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖨 𝖠𝖬？All I know is that I'm in Barbados, and I'm currently being driven away from my friends and through one of those horror-movie type gates that lead to the big, ridiculously expensive house.
On the way here, I just stared at endless fields of grass. To say I'm in Barbados, it looks pretty bland to me.
I've since calmed down after being snatched away, and instead of fighting as I know I'm being taken by my will regardless of how hard I fight, I've chosen to embrace whatever crap I'm being pulled into. I've chosen to believe that I won't be dying, not today anyway. If I managed to survive on an island for the past thirty days, I can survive whatever this is.
The only thing that's bothering me is that I have no idea why somebody's taken me, or who has taken me. It's not Ward, that much I know, but that doesn't ease my anxiety. Somebody has a vendetta, that's why I've been taken.
I just hope my friends can figure out something fast. I so don't to be trapped on another island. I just want to go back home.
Upon arriving at the home that looks larger than Ward Cameron's── shocking, I know── I'm yanked out of the vehicle pretty harshly by one of the guards who drove me here. Whoever wants me must be paranoid as fuck because they have a lot of security in one place.
With a tight grip on my arm, I'm pulled to the front door. Large white pillars stand above my head as I'm forced up the steps that lead right to the double front doors. I try to ignore the fact that there's about a dozen guards by this door, but it's pretty hard when they all have guns.
Yeah, I hope my friends stay far away. I can figure out a way to get out of here myself. I'm resourceful as I've learnt over the last thirty-one days, I'll be fine.
The door swings open without being knocked on, and a woman stands before me. She wears a maid uniform so I can guess what her role is. Once in her presence, my arm is released, and I feel like I can breathe now that blood is rushing back into my arm.
