Isn't it funny how life is yours but than by the snap of a finger it's gone. I've been gone far to long.
When I was 13 I would watch the geese in my backyard while my little brother Joseph mimicked them or chased them. I was fascinated and needed to learn more. I later realized that I wanted to be a bird and fly away from my basic life I needed an adventure of my own. But it took me awhile to realize I would do anything to have my basic life. If god dangeled my life infront of my face, I would snatch and put it back toghether piece by piece. But its to late, because I'm to far gone.
"Get up!" Isaac yelled. I rose to my feet sheilding my eyes from the blinding lights coming from up stairs.
"Come up here." He hissed. I slowly stepped up the old wood stairs and listened as they creaked underneath my light pink sneakers. When I reached the top of the stairs I felt an excrusiating pain in my stomach, he had punched me again, again.
Isaac was my kidnapper.
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Teen FictionWhen 16 year old Ellis Murphy is taken from her bedroom at night by a familiar stranger, will she have the guts to stay or will she risk it all to make a run for it. There are many twists and turns leaving Ellis dumbfounded, especially since she kno...
