Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*

[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles

Hey, my name is Ryder Mendez. I'm seventeen years old. My life has never been normal. I got kicked out of school when I was 15. My mum is an alcoholic. My dad ditched us for another woman. My mum kicked me out of our flat because she couldn't cope with me. After that, I met a couple of mates that introduce me to the life I live today. Which is filled with drugs, alcohol, and trouble.. *Sneak Peek* The fact that it was past 11 o'clock at night and we were in the woods didn't help me with my escape. Also, being the clumsy person that I am I tripped over a fallen branch. I tried to get up but my foot was stuck. "Shit." I murmured under my breathe. The feeling of a large hand on my forearm startled me. The figure hoisted me up to my feet. I could only see his silhouette due to the darkness that engulfed us. "Run." His husky voice whispered. "They are close."