I still remember getting into that strange van. I remember being tied to the wooden chair. I remember wondering how much longer I would have to sit there. I remember it all like it was yesterday.
If I try hard enough, I can still smell the moldy walls and reeking men. The spot where I was struck burns sometimes, a constant reminder of why I owe all the women in this house my life.
Sometimes, I have nightmares about that red-splattered room, but instead of "happily ever after," they end in "dead forever after." I've been told I'm reflecting on what could have happened; running through all the possibilities and mentally exploring my reactions to each.
"But it's been twelve years!" I would argue. Turns out, twelve years isn't enough to forget the moment that changed your life forever.
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Teen FictionFour girls from a secret society. Three deep-undercover delinquents. One race to shut the criminals down. Four of the very best teenage agents from a secret society are sent to a faraway country. Their mission: Find and capture the leader of the Ban...
