I'm not perfect; I make mistakes all the time, way too often really. All I can do is try my best to learn from them, take responsibility for them. This mistake, I really hope I get to learn from.
It's hot in here and God, what is that smell? Pressed against the sticky concrete floor, I can feel the pool of sweat growing beneath me. Sucking in a breath, which I regret instantly, as footsteps hammer on the floor above me, the sound growing louder. What are they doing up there? What the hell have I gotten myself into? What am I going to do now...?
I can hear them getting closer, louder, talking among themselves. If I had to guess I would say there was three of them. Four maybe, not too bad an odd, I guess.
Pulling myself up quickly, not wanting them to see me laying on their rotting floor, I tug a little too roughly on my bound hands. I mask my face with the most unbothered look I can muster before the door opens.
Three men – called it – looking about as rough as you can get - possibly worse than me - barge through the door to my left. The largest one, the one that is by far the most familiar to me spitting "Are you ready to talk?"
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Teen FictionSage Brown is not your typical 23-year-old university student, she has a dark past filled with even darker secrets. She is determined not to let these secrets spill into the reality she has built for herself as she tries desperately to juggle her re...
