Millie went missing three months ago. Police suspect the worst. Penelope refuses to give up.
When she finds the cryptic note Millie left for her, she finds herself on a wild chase through worlds she never thought she'd know. Through a love story that consumes her, a mystery that suffocates her, and lies that surround her, Penelope discovers a side to herself that is insatiable. And just as quickly, finds out what the cost is to learning the truth of what happened the night Millie went missing.
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The alcohol swirled Penelope's head as she copied him, his cold uncaring eyes the only unmoving thing in her vision. He was like a beacon in the night-and she was drawn to the light. She wanted to strangle him, to hurt him the way he hurt her. But she also wanted something else-something more. Her hands shook as her feet, with their own mind, crossed the distance to him.
He had long since looked away, his jaw as stiff as the rest of his body the closer she got. But he stayed-for once, he didn't run away. Penelope looked at him, conflicting emotions swimming inside her heart.
She wanted him-to touch him, to feel his hands on her skin, to be with him, to never leave him.
"I hate you." She said it again, confirming the words as the tears fell faster down her flushed cheeks. "Why? Why didn't you stop them?" She grabbed his leather jacket, clenching the material in her hands; desperate for answers, for a do-over, for something.
Something that he could never give to her no matter how hard she searched.
His eyebrows cinched together as his blue eyes watered, staring at nothing and knowing full-well he couldn't be the relief to her trauma. He shook his head with a dark pained smile on his face, "It's ironic that I tried though, isn't it?"
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Started: Feb 21st, 2021
100 votes: April 3rd, 2021
1k reads: June 4th 2021
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A promotion.
That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie.
I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans?
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The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself.
Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees.
He knows who I am.
He knows how I look like.
He knows where I work so possible knows where I live.
I am not safe anymore... no where.
While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men.
I should run.
I should try to fight.
But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it?
I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me.
Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one.
With that I let the darkness consume me.