Novel & Cerita Freedom: My Book Of Firsts

“I want this. I need this.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers sliding down to his chest. My heart was pounding, but not with fear, this time, it was freedom. I’m done playing safe. I’m done waiting for people to love me. I’m done being scared. This was rebellion. This was me choosing me. And for the first time in a long time… it felt good to be reckless.

Freedom they say is one of the best things to be given, the right to do anything you want, to act as you please with not having to worry about it. Blue felt exactly that way,she had gotten rid of the man that caged her in the name of love, he may have been nice to her taking care of her in any way that he could but he was not what she wanted.

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Girls traveling alone were viewed with suspicion. I would venture to the edges of various villages to feed before retreating into the mountains once again. It was a lonely life, growing lonelier as the villages began to sprawl, and child brides went out of fashion. As time passed I turned to luring children away to feed on. It was on one such occasion that I ran across another of my kind. He brought with him the first news I had of my maker since we had gone our separate ways.

CHAPTER 4(THE FIRST ONE)- TITTLE: Zander Mansion Soon, it's morning, and thanks to last night I had a rough sleep, and you know, when people say they woke on the wrong side of the bed, they are just trying to tell you they are mad. Well, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, like literally, I woke up on the floor and not on my bed, and I would like to know why, but unfortunately, you just can’t see in your sleep.

The day my brother, Aaron Payne, is abducted by human traffickers, an older woman in our town tells me that if I can come up with 80,000 dollars, I can get him back. Desperate to save him, I return to the home I haven't set foot in for two years and beg my wealthy parents for the money. But they fly into a rage. "We sent you two to the countryside to toughen you up, not to give you an excuse to scam us for money!" "Human traffickers? You really expect us to believe someone could kidnap a child and then just give him back? Stop making up stories." With nowhere else to turn, I hear that I can make money by selling a kidney. So that same day, I go under the knife. As soon as the anesthesi

Because for the first time… I wasn’t waiting for someone to rescue me. I wasn’t waiting for someone to tell me I mattered. I knew. And that was the greatest freedom I had ever found.

Freedom didn’t feel the way I thought it would. I thought it would be loud, like fireworks or a door slamming shut behind Marcus forever, but it was quieter than that, softer, like the first morning I woke up and didn’t check the locks before I checked on Lily, like the first time James texted me good morning and I didn’t read it three times looking for a hidden meaning, like the first time I designed something without wondering if Marcus would think it was good enough. It was small things stacking up until one day I realized the weight in my chest was gone, and I could breathe all the way down to my ribs without hurting.

After that, I worked like I was trying to squeeze two days into one. Luckily, I caught on fast. With endless hours of grinding, I finally got the results I wanted. After the SATs, I told Rachel how I felt. Even now, those three months were still the best of my life. So many of my firsts were with her. She promised we'd go to college in the same city. But right before school started, I found out staying in the country had never been part of her plan. I didn't listen to her explanation. I didn't accept her apology.

This was a pivotal moment, a turning point in my life, and I found myself yearning for a new beginning. In that moment, I vowed to break free, to untangle myself from this oppressive hold. The flame of resilience flickered within me, refusing to be extinguished. I knew that the path ahead would be treacherous, and the road to freedom would be paved with uncertainty, but I was determined to take the first step.