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I tried my age which didn’t work. I tried my birthdate and it didn’t work, but the second I tried my birth year it opened. - End Of Chapter 28: Eat & Code -

"Don't make me punch you. Again." He walked away. Which was good, because had he stayed any longer, he'd have seen the sweat pooling around my temples, the tremors that wracked my body, and the twitching hand. With a curse, I stomped back into the pantry, grabbed an entire bag of marshmallows, and dug in. END OF BOOK ONE: CAPTURE

But I'm not looking forward to returning to that house. not wanting to confront that drunken man, nor his punches, slaps, kicks or sexual assault Yes, my life is truly lovely. ______________________________________________________ The second chapter !! Hope you all like it. Word Count: 873

It has not been easy. I guess that's my karma... And even though I'm going back, I will make sure he never sees me. He will never know I'm back. I know he moved on... And I'm happy for him... I don't want to hurt him again... Ever! ✈️✈️✈️✈️✈️✈️✈️ This is the first chapter of book 2 of Terra. Hope you guys are enjoying reading it. Thanks for the coins and gems. I really appreciate it.

Not food on my boot. I stopped, staring at my room, trying to find every piece of something familiar and kind. The books. I ran to the books, thinking about blood on boots as I ripped down the first bookshelf. I grabbed the back and pulled, letting it smash to pieces on the hard floor. Dandelion barked at me from my mattress when I went to the other, stepping over the books that had fallen. Pages had been torn out, dust jackets ruined. It didn’t matter. I would look at it and remember this day. I would remember what my father was.

“We burn them to start a new life. The ashes promote growth and new life. A new beginning for the animals. The next people that find this place will find beauty and calm. They will build happy memories and the air will be filled with laughter.” I wasn’t sure how long I held her, but when she finally pulled away, she was ready. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me back. Even bypassing the tunnel, she knew where she was going. Instead of helping, she pulled me to a fallen tree and sat down. We just watched as the guys took inventory and did what was needed. With my legs out straight, my ankles were folded. Brett seemed more relaxed, but was lost in her head. My phone vibrated in my pocket.

“Pish posh, we’re family.” Pish posh? I want to fight. Silas and Chase head straight to Carmen, who is vibrating with rage. Stephen looks even worse. “Bro, it’s not worth it,” I warn. He cuts me a glare. “What in the hell do you mean? It is worth it. If he steps over here saying anything slick, it’s on sight. He already got handed his ass in that alley. Round two won’t be pretty.” Good Lord. Now there are two angry Carters at this event. I’m counting to ten every five minutes. So is he.

I can't bear the thought of Hugh's dirty hands on her, his scent mingling with hers! As we circle each other, growls rumbling low in our throats, my mind churns with thoughts of vengeance - to kill! I’m desperate to tear Hugh apart, to rend flesh from bone until there’s nothing left but a memory! Just as I prepare to launch myself, the noise of the rain is suddenly overshadowed by the sound of hurried footsteps and panicked voices. My attention flickers towards the intrusion, and there they are - the pack, rushing to Hugh's aid without a second thought.

I needed to be smart. Then I spotted it—a rusted metal rod in the corner. Hope surged through me. I grabbed it and ran back to the door. Jamming the rod into the gap between the door and the frame, I pushed with all my strength. My arms burned, my hands ached, but I didn’t stop. Understood! Here’s the full chapter with heightened emotions, gripping dialogue, and intense tension while staying true to the outline. The hour crawled by, each second stretching into eternity. My mind raced, cycling through every possible escape route, but I had nothing. The window was too small, the door too sturdy. My only weapon was my will to survive.

I hissed as I got up. "You have to hurry!" Hilda said urging me to move faster. I took the knife that had my son's blood on it trucking it in my pant. I limped hurriedly down the stairs and through the hallway before getting to my room. I passed people on my way as they carried either dead of injured soldiers. I took a wood out of the floor and produced the book I had kept the flowers in. I opened the book in the middle and was relieved to see that it was still there.