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I HAD BEEN CALLED TWO names in my lifetime—Lucas and Harry

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I HAD BEEN CALLED TWO names in my lifetime—Lucas and Harry. The first name was still foreign to me. I had lived a life I never knew existed and everything I believed was true was actually false. Lies were constantly tossed around and revolved around as if taunting me, dancing mockingly. How was I supposed to know the difference between what was real and what was just a fantasy?

I was destined to live this life; God already had it written in stone.

I was destined to go through Hell; to be different.

I was wanted by one person only and controlled by everyone else.

What kind of life was I living and where was it trying to go?

Too many questions and not enough time.

Life sucked.

The drive up to the house was not as bad as I thought it would be, even though the air conditioning in my car no longer worked.

The sweltering heat and thick, humid air made the fabric of the shirt I was wearing cling onto my skin for dear life. Of course, all the windows were rolled down but I refused to drive faster than the actual speed limit like most of the people did around here. My hair during this time stopped just below my ears and I was grateful. If I had come back with the hair that stopped a little over my shoulders, it would be stuck to the back of my neck and that was not a good thing to think about in this scorching heat.

Not many people were out at this time and I wondered where everyone was.

I approached a red light and slowly pressed my foot onto the brakes, my eyes looking upward at the red color and resting my head in the palm of my left hand as I waited for the light to change. My heart still ached from letting Sydney walk away from me but I knew it was the right thing to do. Unfortunately, this was more important than my love life.

The sky had turned into a canvas of soft shades of pinks and oranges by the time I reached the house, a simple one story home that stretched across the land quite considerably, enough to make it seem like a small town behind the large, tall metal fencing around it to keep anything from getting in...or getting out.

I felt myself staying alert as I pulled the key out of the ignition, getting out of the car and approaching the fence that was blocking me from my destination. There was a padlock on the door and I frowned, not knowing what to do exactly. Elijah never mentioned anything about a fence. Taking a couple steps back, I shoved the key in the pocket of my basketball shorts and wiggled my fingers around before starting to climb the metal fence.

Little did I know, I was much heavier than I looked but climbing the fence was a piece of cake. I swung my legs over the top and allowed myself to drop onto the ground, landing on my feet and ignoring the slight pain forming in my ankles. I immediately checked my surroundings and made sure no one was looking before I made my way across the front lawn, occasionally looking over my shoulder with caution. I knew no one was around to see what I was doing...what I was about to accomplish, but I was unable to shake the uneasy feeling within me.

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