Letting Isabelle Go

Letting Isabelle Go

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Isabelle Keating was fifteen when she was abducted from her suburban Pennsylvania neighborhood. The second that she was taken into Jax Turner's truck, there was no way she was going back on her own or if she would be returning home at all. - I crept towards the door and my hand met with the cold door knob. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," a husky voice rang out from behind me. I whipped my head backwards to face the owner of the speaker. A boy, not a lot older than me was leaning against the staircase with his hands over his chest. His icy blue eyes pierced my gray ones. He wore torn jeans and a white t-shirt and was growing a little stubble. His blonde hair was disheveled and he looked tired. I swallowed hard, letting my hand fall to my side. "How come?"
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Take a ride with Iris on this beautiful journey, where she learns to live with her past, an hopefully discovers secrets that help her find who she truly is. I sat over the boundary wall thinking all this all by to myself. Sitting on the terrace alone with those thoughts, was the only time I could be myself. Suddenly there was a thud. I was startled but held on firmly. No one is supposed to know I am here, what if they find out.. what will I do.......... I had no answers. With fear I turned around expecting someone familiar, someone who discovered me,my place and waiting for that nagging voice. But what I found was a guy, an unfamiliar face, which brought to me a feeling of relief. But at the same time I felt a strange sensation, feeling I don't know afraid. The guy, clad in yellow shirt and sweatpants, with messy jet black hair, and pretty eyes looking at me with a questionable look. I don't know just what to say. I am feeling I am being interrogated, but how can there be such an effect just with one expression? I mean I should be the one with questions, after all this rather unknown potentially dangerous guy just somehow jumps to my terrace and instead of giving an apology looks at me with those questionable eyes. I wonder who the hell he thinks he... "Ummm... Are u all right miss?"

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