Love Cost A Price

Love Cost A Price

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Feb 18, 2015
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Romance
Brittney's POV My name is Brittney and I'm a freshman in High school so far it's been great just to ket you know I'm not like everyone else, or so I think. Well let me help you understand. I have a big beautiful house my parents own an agency and my mother isn't happy with my personality. A girl and her mother should be closer than a boy and a girl having....... well maybe that's a bad example but you get the idea. So I am considered the coolest girl in school but something changed that or should I say someone. Well here's the story
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my name is Alexis... Alexis Ryan. people just call me Alex. I was kidnapped at the age of 5. when I turn 18 they are suppose to do something to me... but I don't know what. they wont tell me until then. I just hope its not killing me. I live in the basement of the house I am in. I stay there with my best friend Brittney but I call her Britt. she was taken by them at the age of 5 too. she's now 15. we both are forced to go to school. but I don't mind really... I may be bullied at school but I'm stronger than them. school is a place to escape this house. get away from max, Jacob, and lizzie and some big man that hurts us. we always try to find a way to escape but its now use. we have a window but its to far up for us to reach, even if I stood on Britt's shoulders. plus the window is barricaded from the inside and out. and the fact that we have tracking devises in our hips. oh and since the day I was nine I could never talk... why? well you'll have to read my story to figure that out...

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