Saving Crime (Slow updates)

Chapter One

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“People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I’ve learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one’s reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one’s master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person’s view requires to be faked…The man who lies to the world, is the world’s slave from then on…There are no white lies, there is only the blackest of destruction, and a white lie is the blackest of all.” 

― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

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Summary:

Genevra "Ellie" Lee is mixed up in things no seventeen year old girl should have to deal with. Ellie is a girl with many layers. Even beyond the first blanket of secrets lays another, and another. As the truth starts flowing, something she isn't used to, how will she manage to keep up with the lies unravelled and the ones still hidden?

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Chapter One:

   My stomach heaved with worrying force.

   I clutched the toilet bowl and moved my face closer, waiting. Waiting and waiting until I was sure nothing was going to happen. When my stomach stopped churning and my shoulders started to relax slightly I moved to the basin and brushed my teeth, washing out the taste of vomit from my mouth.

   I must have taken a massive blow to the head last night. 

   Reaching down under the sink I opened the second draw. After rummaging through various objects, I found what I was looking for. Steadily, I encirlced my upper arm with a clean white bandage, pulling it firmly against the gauze covering my throbbing wound. It tucked the end neatly under and I pulled on a long sleeved shirt that hid my impromptu first aid job nicely. At least I had managed to stitch up the wound earlier.

   In my defence, it's not like I knew the guy had a knife . . . or that he knew how to use it. Stumbling down the stairs I tied up my hair, pulling it roughly into a messy knot. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I picked up my bag and flinched, the muscles in my arm aching. Already tired of my continuous wincing I flexed my right arm until it was comfortable enough with the stinging and wouldn't show any signs of pain. Sighing, I started to regret going out last night. School was going to be hell today.

   "I'm leaving!" I called from the apartment door to no one in particular. My older brother was probably sleeping, if he was even home. More often than not Oliver wasn't home, I'm not sure where he went but I don't think I want to know.

   'Smells Like Teen Spirit' sounded from the back pocket of my dark grey jeans. I dragged out my phone, sliding it open to answer it.

   "Yeah?" I answered, not bothering to check the caller ID.

   "Ellie, I need a favour." Mickey's familiar voice came over the receiver.

   "Then spit it out." I said, continuing to jog down the many apartment building stairs. Sadly, the  elevator has been broken for the past three weeks.

   "Can you drive me to school?" His voice was bordering on desperate. "Please?"

   "Whatever. Don't keep me waiting." And without any further farewell, I hung up the phone, stuffing it in my back pocket. He was lucky to have a friend like me.

   I quickly jumped the next few stairs and made my way to my car.

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   "Thanks for picking me up. I owe you big time." Micky sipped his own coffee, mine was sitting in the cup holder. On my way there, because we were going to be late anyway, I stopped off at a coffee shop on the way to his house. Mickey only lived ten minutes away, but then we had to drive to school, another twenty minutes.