𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐳:
Isadora Flores: a girl raised in captivity and brainwashed to believe she has a deadly disease that restricts her from the outside world permanently.
That was until one...
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"What the fuck.." He whispers, Chin pressing to the top of my head as he holds me in his side, so so tightly. What the fuck is one sentence to describe what the hell is happening.
My chest hurts with every breath I inhale. That sweet old man is dead and It's all of my fault. He was trying to help us, and they shot him without another thought. And Rowan didn't even flinch.
Just how many people has he seen die?
I don't know what's worse. The fact that in my stupid brain the outside world was some exciting fairytale land, When in reality it's a corrupt, sick—very sick place. Or that it's almost worse than the Place I was at. At least there I didn't see people die right in front of me.
Yeah they just did it in private. Think Isadora, Has nobody ever been killed in front of you?
I hate the voice in my head, And I want it gone.
"Okay.. Okay okay okay." He whispers under his breath, pulling me away from the comfort of his side, To then cup my face in his large hands. a bitter feeling settles itself in the pits my stomach. Oh Please don't let me go.
"We have to get out of this closet, Find the others. And then get the fuck out of here." He tells me, voice low in a whisper. "So I need you to get yourself together, For me." He adds. I nod one to many times, before wiping my tear stained cheeks.
My arms itch with aggravation. I can feel his blood drying on my arms. It takes everything in me not to scratch the first layer of skin off right now, I don't because I need to pull myself together.
For the sake of the others safety.
"Okay." He whispers, nodding to himself more than to me. His hands leave my face with a cold, bitter feeling etched to my skin. Please touch me again, Hold me again—do anything.
His hands grips my forearm, standing up he pulls me to my feet with him. "Be light on your feet, try and stay quiet," He instructs me. "And Stay by my side." He orders, voice still and soft. I nod again, clinging myself embarrassingly close to him.
His hand is locked on my forearm as we slowly and quietly stalk towards the door. He twists the knob at a suspensefully slow pace, my heart thrumming my ears as My lungs slowly forget I need to breathe to live.
Breathe Isadora, in and out. It's simple, in and out—Fucking breathe.
The door finally opens, We dart towards the aisle for cover almost immediately. His head peers over the corner, my back digging into the shelf full of fake plants, because I was too scared that they would see me—Us.
"Where the fuck did they go?" I flinch when a man roars so loudly, so aggravatedly.
"How did you manage to, not only lose the most important girl—But the five other kids?!" He adds.
