The Price of Silence
"You don't have to do this." Lane whispered, her voice catching.
"Not my call." Officer Casey hissed, his breath hot in her face.
Another round of dizziness sliced through her and she slumped over, squeezing her eyes shut with a moan.
Her shaky legs felt like they might give out.
Again, Officer Casey grabbed a bicep, dragging her along.
She only made it two steps before her knees buckled.
The frustration radiated off of him as he seethed again, "Walk."
"I'm trying."
She stiffened when Officer Casey reaching down and gripped her by the waist, grunting in pain when he lifted her and dropped her onto his shoulder.
"S-stop-" Lane cried out pathetically, writhing like a worm on a hook.
She was cut off by a painful squeeze to her ankle, a hiss flying past her lips before she could hold it in.
"You done?" He asked harshly, his grip on the delicate bones tight as a vice.
A wave of desperation hit her and forced her to still, releasing a breath that felt like it cost her something.
Her brain told her to fight, but every muscle screamed at her to stop.
Her mind whirled as another horrible reality set in -- she was being kidnapped.
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All Lane is trying to do is survive in a world that's already failed her.
After a childhood spent bouncing between homes, a steady job, a place to lay her head, and a beater to take her from Point A to Point B were the small things she'd fought for.
Lane was trying -- she really was. Her life was finally hers, and she intended to keep it that way.
But of course, as the saying goes, "Men plan, God laughs."
All it took was a glance.
Lane froze. And then she ran.
It wasn't supposed to be her problem.
But the moment those eyes caught hers, she was thrust into a world she'd always tried to avoid. The life that she fought so hard for was about to be turned on its head.
And she'll have to do more than keep quiet to make it out alive.