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I slowly begin opening my eyes as I feel a sharp pain on the side of my face. I slowly move my arm upward to touch my face, and when I pull my fingers back, I feel a thick liquid.
Blood. Whoever hit me must have hit my stitches.
My glasses are nowhere to be found, so it's hard to see anything in this lightly-dimmed room. I can't tell you where I am, or who took me as everything happened so fast.
One thing I know for sure; I'm scared.
I'm currently lying down on the floor, so I slowly begin to sit up, but feel something keeping my legs together.
Seriously? They tie my legs up, but not my hands?
Morons.
I reach down to slowly begin untying my legs. As I do, I hear footsteps approaching followed by muffled speaking.
I scoot my butt against the floor backwards until my back hits the far wall behind me.
Suddenly, a door on the opposite side of the room swings open.
"Oh good, you're awake."
That voice sends chills down my spine.
"W-What do you want from me Jared?" I just barely choke out, my voice dry and raspy.
"My darling Addilyn, what makes you think I want something?" I can tell he's smirking, even without looking at his disgusting face.
"Well you kidnapped me, which by the way how cliché and ridiculous is that? We aren't in a Liam Neeson movie for God sake." I sigh, feeling the sudden urge to be both confident and sarcastic.
Jared laughs, but then the room goes silent again.
"I just wanted to talk to you without anyone around, that's all." He simply states, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Talk about what?" I nervously ask.
"I think you know what about." He replies, and I can feel him stepping closer to me as more hairs stand up on the back of my neck.
"Just let me go Jared. Now!" I urge.
"Not before we've had a chance to talk Addie." He coos, causing me to want to vomit.
Why is this boy so nauseating?
"I don't want to talk to you. About anything." I clearly state, sitting up straighter with my back still pressed against the far wall.
"Too bad. We're talking, or you will go to sleep yet again. This time, I will be more than happy to use more force." I can tell he's smirking, and as he nears me, I can just barely make out the outline of his body.
"Screw you." I simply state.
Out of nowhere, Jared is kneeling down beside me with his large hand wrapped around my throat.
"Are you sure you want to say that? I may take it literal." He whispers into my ear, causing my stomach to drop.
I close my eyes and begin to whimper as he squeezes his hand around my throat even harder.
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Between the Raindrops | ✓
Ficção AdolescenteI'm stuck between trying to live my life, and trying to run from it. The ever-growing beautiful chaos is both intriguing and horrifying. Should I try to keep my head above water? Or, is it just easier to let myself drown? - This book is edited - _...
