Prologue

26 2 1
                                    

He told me to meet him there, but I didn't know why.

We had nowhere to go.

No where to escape but he told me to trust him.

He told me that we would be okay. He held my hand and told me that on the count of three, we'd jump and that we'd land in the right spot.

Then, we would be free.

*

*TEASER*

"How do you know this will work?" I yelled at him, hoping he'd hear me through all of the chaos and the pouring rain.

He moved closer to me and put a hand on my cheek, while his other hand was engulfed in mine.

"Do you trust me?" He asked while looking me straight in the eye.

I looked down at my feet. Did I trust him?

"Look at me, Tatum. Do you trust me?" His hand left my cheek and immediately tilted my head up.

"I- I..." The way his bright blue eyes stared at me left me speechless. While all of these questions were popping in my mind.

What if this plan backfired?

If it did, I would be locked in a cell my whole life or I would be executed. After thinking of all of the consequences, my mouth spoke before I could think about it.

"Let's jump."

Off the MapWhere stories live. Discover now