The floor is cold. Little mice scamper to their corner. Even the roaches cower in fear from the Suit Man.
"Girl."
My eyes flitter open. I try not to scream. Not to react. The man chuckles.
"Cut the act." The Suit growls.
"I can see the fear in your eyes."
I whimper. I am weak... not at all like my parents. The Suit laughs a long, loud, thunderous laugh.
"I'm going to love this." He bends down close to my ear and whispers in my ear.
"I'm going to kill you now. Just like I did to your precious Marilyn and Stephen." I hear chuckling as I Scream.
My eyes open wildly. I look around the room for the suits. Nothing. I cannot relax. I pull my knees to my shaking chest. My breath is shallow and rigid. Stop it Isabelle! You are going to hyperventilate! I can't stop. I feel nothing as I begin to black out. I whimper. I like this feeling. I feel nothing. No worries and regrets. My breath stops abruptly. I shake uncontrollably. Then fall down as I faint.
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On the Run
Teen FictionIsabelle Graves has been raised to fight... not flee. Her parents were fugitives and now she follows in their footsteps. She is running from the Suits; Evil men who killed her parents are after her. Along the way, she has to fight for her life.
