I wake up to the smell of burned flesh and rubber. There isn't the faintest scent of clean air around me. Looking around me I see black charred walls and empty boxes of matches. As well as containers of gasoline.
"What the hell?" I whisper. My raspy voice echoing off the walls. I try to stand up only to fall over. Looking down at my feet I see that they're tied together with ropes. "Shit," I mumble trying to pull my hands forward only to discover that they are tied together as well.
"Okay, two options," I whisper, "try to break the rope or wait?" I examine the rope on my hands and see that I would have to dislocate my thumbs to be able to get out. "Hell no," I whisper, "last resort." Waiting it is.
- 6 days later -
As of now, I have no fucking clue as to how long I've been here. My guess is 1 week at least. My muscles are starting to weaken and I can feel my head starting to race and I'm starting to have a hard time focusing.
I've hit the point where you start to wonder if you're going crazy. Where you wonder if you're ever going to make it out alive. I never understood why people who survived kidnappings acted differently. Now I'm starting too.
- much later -
"Vanessa!" I open my eyes to see a masked figure.
"Who... are.." I try to say but my voice fails me.
"Shhhh..." the person hushes me, "it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. I only want to talk." I chuckle at this. "I want to explain what I did." They must notice my questioning glance, for they answer my question. "Killing your family."
My heart stops.
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Fragile Fire
RomanceVanessa "Nessa" Mitchell never intended for her entire life to go up in flames. Literally. One night. One chance of forgiveness. One chance to set her name straight. At least that is until Kaiden Arthur Greenspan comes in. He's arrogant, cocky, and...
