Chapter 1

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It was dark and dismal in the tiny room that Faith was trapped in. Her long brown hair was messed up from her being kidnapped and her clothes were torn as anxious hands made sure that she couldn’t escape. She felt like crying but she must be strong. She would not go down without a fight. She frantically clutched at the silver locket which her grandmother gave her before she died which was attached around her neck. The door opened slightly and the cruel, harsh light burned Faith’s eyes. A man not much older than Faith strutted in. He had hair as black as night and he was so tall. On his face was a seductive smirk and deep brown eyes that Faith was lost in.

            “W-what do you want?” Faith stuttered; completely in awe of this man… even if he was her kidnapper. Faith was enchanted by him and she couldn’t look away.

He smirked at her and grabbed her wrist and pulled her up flush against his body. Their noses were almost touching and their lips were centimetres apart.

            “I want you.” He answered back huskily before pressing his hungry lips on her innocent ones. Faith closed her eyes and melted into her handsome kidnapper…

            “Hello Iris dear, I’m sorry to hurry you but the library is closing.” A voice said instantly snapping me out of my day dream. I hadn’t even heard Mrs Fisher, the librarian, walk towards me I was so into this new book.

            “Sorry Mrs Fisher, I was just lost in a good book. Would I be able to take it out?” I asked her.

            “Of course dear, I’ll just sign it out to you now.” She said whilst taking the book out of my hands and walking to her little desk at the front of the library. I followed her and waited for my book.

            “It’s so refreshing to see a young woman of your age in here every day reading. You don’t see that anymore I’m afraid. You’re one of the last few.” Mrs Fisher smiled at me.

Story of my life. The school nerd who would rather spend her time reading books than going out partying and getting drunk. Oh what a pathetic life I must lead, not. I love books; they take me to a world that is made purely out of my own imagination. Yes, people may laugh at me and call me a ‘geek’ or a ‘nerd’ but I just smile back at them. After all, I would rather be a geek or nerd than a slut who sleeps around just because her friends do.

            “I meant to ask, have you got any responses from the publishing houses that you sent your stories to?” Mrs Fisher asked.

I sighed. “A few, most of them said that they weren’t interested right now and one said that they were interested but I had to pay three pounds per-page if I wanted it printed.”

            “That’s scandalous that is! Surely they can’t do that!”

            “They can if the writer is that desperate to get their novel published; the power is in their hands.”

            “Well I’m rooting for you my dear, with all the time you spend in here reading, you’ll be a pro in no time!”

I smiled at her and she handed me my book.

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