Novel & Cerita Fall On Your Knees Book

"You're here, aren't you? What's going to happen to me?" Leo stepped closer to him, cornering Archer against the table. As he lowered his eyes, meeting Archer's gentle, smiling gaze, Leo felt the burning feeling in his chest intensify. However, he refused to lose to Archer. So, he took the wine glass and finished everything, spiked wine and all, with Archer's eyes on him. "Something terrible's about to happen," Leo said. "Aren't you going to run, Archie?" Archer shoved Leo aside. Leo immediately froze in place, not daring to turn around and watch Archer leave. The drug was starting to take effect on his body, but Leo's blood had already run cold.

I had just finished fastening the last button on my crisp uniform, ready to get out and meet Chief Rooney, when the door creaked open.The sharp click of heels against the tiled floor almost sent a shiver down my spine.But I held myself, reminding myself that I was not supposed to give in to any fear. I could not render myself as a coward to those vouchers anymore. Turning towards the sound, I collided with Marylyn’s face, her ever-present entourage flanking her sides. Their expressions were a blend of disdain and amusement, a silent testament to their collective contempt.

> “Yes. Once. I was eleven.” “Where?” > “Millcreek Rink, December 17th. My dad brought hot chocolate in a thermos. My scarf had cartoon reindeer.” He nodded. “Why’d you fall?” Ava smiled faintly. > “Because I tried to race the boy next to me. Slipped at the turn. I had a bruise for a week.” Ella looked up. That had been too fast. Too perfect. Damon narrowed his eyes. > “I never told you about that story.”

Her knees buckled. And before she could process anything else, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed, the glowing grass cushioning her as the world dimmed.

There were only a couple of other kids that chose to read over the computers. I browsed the bookshelf searching for a book to read, my step-father set fire to all my books in the wheel barrow when he first moved in with us. I picked a book up from the shelf, my father had bought me it before he died, I was surprised to see it in a school library. The Darkest Minds. I found my way over to a comfy seat in the corner of the room. Fishing out my glasses from my bag I made sure no one was looking before I put them on. "Hey." A boy interupted me three chapters in. "I'm Aaron." Peeking up from behind my book I saw a guy staring at me with a huge grin on his face. I had no idea how long he had been

“I am not sleeping in the same room with you.” “It’s not up for debate.” I watched as the corners of his mouth curled up in victory. I had been defeated in a losing game and it hurt so fucking much that I rammed my teeth into my lower lips, my head hung low. Being into a marriage where I had no say, sucks! It made me lose my self esteem……, Finally, after what felt like forever, the car slowed down and turned right, driving forward until it finally halted in front of a bronze tall gate, probably taller than the wall of Jericho. If I wasn’t exaggerating.

KEIRA’s POV My eyes scanned the words written on the book that was spread out on my thighs. It was business gibberish, and quite frankly, I was having a hard time assimilating anything. Even though I had no classes, it did not stop me from studying. Despite the fact that my mental health was crumbling away like worn-out paint. I flipped to the next page and decided to focus. I made myself more comfortable on Clint's fluffy sofa and relaxed into it.

My hands clench into fists at my sides. Don’t fall. Don’t fall. But my knees buckle. My body folds, betraying me, and I drop. Hard. The cold, hard ground meets me mercilessly, the impact sending another shockwave of pain through my already broken body. My hands slam against the dirt, trying to steady myself, but they tremble violently. He’s lying. He has to be.

His knees hit the floor. He collapsed in front of me. Not like he was kneeling to dominate me. Not like he was trying to be intimidating or powerful. He just dropped. His legs gave out and he fell forward onto his hands and knees, his head hanging down, his whole body shaking with sobs that he couldn't control. His split knuckles were pressed against the carpet and I could see fresh blood starting to seep through the wounds. I stayed on my knees too. I didn't move. I didn't speak. I just watched him fall apart.

Not the loud rage I’d pictured, but the kind that scares even the boldest of Chihuahuas. He kicked my knees. The world bowed out beneath me and my knees slammed into linoleum. Pain spread from my shin to my hip like someone had lit a fuse in my leg. I fell. The textbook fell miserably beside me. He stood over me and smiled as if he were reading a line from a poem he’d written himself. “Little Miss Clumsy fell again, isn’t it?” That smile was a blade with polish on it.