Blurred | Lines

Preview of Shattered Lines- Sequel to Blurred Lines.

Shattered lines is currently in the art of being written, as Chapter Twenty-Nine was the last chapter of Blurred Lines. I feel like at the end of Blurred Lines I left a lot of strings dangling, but that was my intention. I want to thank everyone who voted and read, and especially to the people who commented, because your encouragement kept me writing, and your help allowed me to clear things up, so thank you to Mrstheojames444 for keeping me afloat.

But I love everyone, so as a sign of my affection, here's a sneak peek, as promised, of Shattered Lines.

xo, Leia.

"I'll see you later, Demetri!" I wave a hand to one of the patrol soldiers, before tucking my hands in my pockets.

The blowing wind tickles my nose, and my breath swirls in the curling air, as my footsteps echoes of the buildings.

Suddenly, I'm shoved to the ground, a man's silhouette hovering over me when I roll onto my back. He tackles me, and his fingers latch onto my throat.

"Stop!" I strain to speak, my back arching unwillingly as my legs thrash, kicking outward to get his fingers to slacken, even if it was insignificant, to try to get air into my lungs.

I wheeze, and shove the heel of my foot into his chest, and he rears back, allowing my eyes to see the shiny glimpse of the knife in his grimy hand.

My eyes widen, and I sit up with my hands, pathetically scrambling back to stand to my feet.

I start to run, hearing his heavier footsteps behind me. His hand wraps in my hair, dragging me back. The knife is pressed to my neck, the tip of the blade digging into my flesh, and I stop squirming as he presses it harder, nearly going limp and exhaling a whimper within the same breath.

I don't get a chance to scream as a knife cuts across the flesh of my throat, ripping my skin.

I crumple, and a scream leaves my lips, my eyes flying open just as I started to sink in the ice water.

I had started to doze off in the tub and what do I get? A freaking nightmare.

My shortened hair is damp and clinging to my face, and I grab a towel and dry my head.

My breath extends out in irregular beats, just as Zella runs in. Her eyes are wide and wild, holding a wooden spoon like a weapon.

"You okay?"

"Just peachy," I murmur lowly, laying my head the side of the porcelain tub. "Could you go get Eric for me?" I sigh, rubbing a wet hand across my face.

"Sure... why?"

"I need to talk to him."

It was time to be honest with him. Even if it hurt me. I laid back in the tub and sunk down, my head under the water and my hair floating around as I closed my eyes, letting the ice cold water seep into my very being, into my body, stiffening for a second before I relax, feeling my back hit the floor of the tub.

Bubbles come out my nose, and I see Eric hovering over me as I lay there, staring at him.

He grabs my arms and pulls me up, and I gasp for air, panting quietly.

"What the hell were you doing?"

"Thinking!" I yell, as if that's supposed to answer his question.

"I thought you were drowning yourself!" He yells at me, and I rub my nose, sighing.

"I need to talk to you."

He sits on the toilet and clasps his hands together, nodding. "About...?"

"I saw..." I hesitate, licking my lips. Can I trust him?

"I saw my mother, Eric."