Plot Of Taken 2 Novels & Stories

What was I running from and how did I end up here? The door creaked open again, and I immediately jerked back, pulling the covers to my chest. He wasn’t threatening at least, not in the obvious way. His shoulders were broad, his clothes simple but they hugged around his biceps. His long dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and a faint scar ran across his jawline. But what struck me most were his eyes. They were green and they watched me with keen interest. He paused close to the bed as he studied me as though I were something dangerous.

My older brother was always my parents' favorite child. Victor had been sickly since birth, and from the time we were little, I was expected to absorb every misfortune meant for him. When his kidneys failed, my parents took one of mine and gave it to him. By then, my own body was already failing, yet when I begged them to treat me a little better, they only glared at me and cursed. "If you hadn't taken everything from your brother in the womb, why would he have suffered all these years? You owe this family. Pay it back." With untreated kidney disease worsening inside me, I died after Victor deliberately locked me inside his basement. It was painful, and it was bitter. But this life.