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Chapter 8
Liam:
3 months ago“God, I should not have drank that whole bottle of Jack last night” I complained, holding my head and slinging my left forearm over my eyes to shield them from the piercing light of the sun that was streaming in through my bedroom window. I chance a glance down at myself. Just as I thought, I am still in my stained clothes from yesterday. My mouth tastes like the Sahara desert has moved there. My head is pounding so hard Metallica might as well be playing in my room.I hear movement in the living room. Josh, my roommate, must be up. I have lived in this apartment, with Josh, since I got out of the military. We have been best friends since we were in diapers though. Josh is an accountant in the city. I know he could afford a place of his own, however I know he doesn’t want to leave me alone with myself and my thoughts. Secretly, I am glad he is here, if for nothing more than he is a good cook.God, I hope he starts tRelated chapters
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“I do not believe you.” Whoever was on the other side of that door couldn’t be here to help me. I wouldn’t let myself believe that this nightmare could be coming to an end after almost 8 months of isolation and self preservation. “Cara, I promise I have no intention of hurting you.” The mans’ voice sounded deep and soothing. It also could be that I have not heard another voice in so long. "How did you find me? Did he send you?” My voice was accusing and questioning as I looked down at Carlos' body. I could not trust anyone. "Because he is gone." “What do you mean gone?” the voice asked. "I followed him here." Well, the truth would come out, I mean what was he going to do, put me in prison? Prison was more freedom than I was allowed now. "Carlos is gone, because I killed him." A smile slowly creeped across my face and then I started to laugh. I laughed so hard I couldn’t catch my breath. Scarlett started to cry from my celebration. "Shhhh, it's okay baby girl, we are f
Escape Chapter 10
LiamIt has been two months since I pulled Cara Russo and her newborn daughter out of the skylight I kicked in the roof of a rundown shack, hidden in the woods. Landing on that roof and it not blowing up was pretty awesome. Kicking in the skylight and being able to pull Cara and Scarlett out was even better. To say it has been a crazy two months is probably an understatement. Being the “upstanding” citizen that I am, we called the cops. Once Cara got to the hospital and checked, the fun really began. After an investigation, it was ruled self-defense. Cara didn’t have any other choice. Kill or be killed. So that being said,the last person I expected to see, just showed up at my door. “Hey Cara, how are you feeling?” I gestured for her to come in, while I greeted her. “It feels amazing to be out and back with Luka. I will be moving in with him next week.” she said with a big smile and taking a deep breath. “Oh wow, that i
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“Mamma?’ I yelled into the dark. “Coming.” The immediate response gave me instant relief. I was currently lying on the cold bathroom floor of my childhood home. Having just threw up last night’s dinner. Everything hurt on my body. From the top of my head, all the way down to my baby toe. Being a typical seventeen year old girl, needing my mother was somewhat embarrassing. Lying on the bathroom floor was not much better. I pull my raven colored hair back into a pony at the base of my neck, pulled myself up to the sink to brush the putrid taste from my mouth.“What has you so Malata?” my mother questioned lovingly. My great grandfather, Lorenzo, immigrated from Italy when he was eighteen years old. Landing in New York city and never leaving. Be
Escape Chapter 2
“Cara, you are twenty-five minutes late for you shift.” The chastising voice of my father could be heard as soon as I walked through the door of Lorenzos. The convenience store and local market had been in my family for three generations now. The business had slowly been decreasing in the last twelve years. My father was not worried however, Clintons Port was a small town but my papa had always said that, someday, small business would make a comeback. I just prayed that the family could hold out till then.“Pappa, there is no one even here.” As was the usual for everyday lately. Especially today, as everyone was getting ready for the festival. I had begged father to close the store for today. Refusing saying, someone may need something at the last minute and we would be the ones to the rescue.“Well, there could have be
Escape Chapter 3
An hour later I was locking up the store but I was not on the outside like I should have been. However, I was on the inside. I was also on a mission. Needing an answer to a question that had been plaguing me for the past week. I pulled the small white test out of the packaging after locking myself into the staff bathroom. I always wondered why there was a staff bathroom. There were three people on staff. My father, me and a young boy who comes in on the weekend to restock.“Okay Cara, you have stalled enough.” I told myself.I pulled the stick out of the packaging and read the instructions. After sitting down and doing my business I put the stick aside, set my alarm and just sat there thinking. I wasn’t as worried about what my parents would think. They loved me unconditionally, of that I was certain. No, it wasn’t even Luka, well not really. I knew we were both young. I wouldn’t be 18 for another three months.What I was really scared of and had always
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Locking up the store, this time on the outside, I started walking home. Our neighborhood was safe and I wasn’t scared to walk alone in the dark.A million thoughts running through my head, like a herd of wild horses. Needing to call my best friend since the third grade, Lily. I reached in my back pocket for my phone, when I heard a noise from behind me. Dropping my phone, I quickly looked over my shoulder but nothing was there.Smiling to myself, bending down to grab my phone, wondering what had me so jumpy, I snatched my phone back up. Suddenly there was a boom overhead. The firework show was just starting, the noise was deafening but mesmerizing all at the same time. Stopping for a moment to take in and admire the beautiful explosions. As I righted my head I was staring into the eyes of my monster.“Oh Cara” he sneered. I tried to turn and run, but he reached out and grabbed my arm. His grip squeezed and I could feel the bones splintering in my arm. I scream
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I am woken by a stream of light warming my face. Batting my sore eyes open, I stare up at the ceiling above me. A skylight is directly above the bed and I can see trees overhead and the sky. It is the only glimpse of the outside world I am allowed. For looking around me, I notice that there are no windows in the shack. I lay looking out the window for sometime, trying to figure out what to do, then slowly sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. In doing so, I feel an incredible wave of nausea wash over me. I quickly jump off the bed and race toward the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet in time. Once through, I lean back against the wall across from the toilet and hand my head. “At least you are okay.” I say as I place my hand over my stomach. It is as flat as it normally is, but I know with time it will grow. The only ease I feel is knowing I am not truly alone. “I will get us out of this sweet bean, somehow, I will.” With a new sense of hope, I hea
Escape Chapter 6
Six months later:Every morning I wake up, I stare through the skylight at the trees overhead. I watch them sway with the wind. The seasons have changed while I have been here. The leaves were plentiful and green. I have watched them change from green to brown, to completely gone. I think it is January now and the cold has crept in. The snow has been falling for quite some time. I am sure there is probably a foot. Even if someone knew where I was, I doubt they would be able to find me in this weather. Today is just a day, same as all the rest. I rolled out of bed, my belly is so big I feel like a turtle sometimes. Stranded on my back, rocking from side to side, trying to right myself. I make a mark on the wall for every day that passes. The only thing I can count on in this life, I am forced to live. Is that the sun will come up in the morning and will set at night. Two hundred and forty five days. That is how many days have passed since I have felt the sun o
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