Where Ghosts Hide
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"Did you miss me?" his twisted smile sent chills racing down my spine but I tilted my head instead. Show no fear, Avril. Show no fear.
"I missed the chains," I informed him, shaking my arms to make them rattle. His brown eyes gleamed as he glances at the handcuffs.
He frowned. "I've missed you, my love."
That made one of us.
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It was not unknown what had happened.
It was not a secret that she had been kidnapped.
Except it was because if they knew she had uttered a word of her treatment, she would be dead.
Avril Jackson was always considered average. Even when she was returned safely, it seemed like she wasn't even harmed. The only person who knew otherwise was her best friend, Nathan.
She was now in college and everything was going great besides the fact that Candice Duffy, the most popular girl and her friend, went missing surrounding a familiar set of circumstances too close to comfort for Avril. She chalked it up to nothing but then Nathan goes missing and that was not something she could handle.
Maybe it was a childish prank gone wrong but all Avril knew was that she had to save Candice and Nathan even if it meant losing herself along the way; revisiting what she desperately tried to forget, and coming to terms with the fact that she's in love.
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