The Only Way Out By Andra Day Novels & Stories

On Christmas Day, my parents decided to add my sister Chloe's name to the family trust. As the lawyer prepared the documents, he glanced at me. "And this young lady? Should she be included as well?" My mother waved a hand dismissively. "No need. She's just a foster child." Ever since Chloe was brought back home, I—their biological daughter—had become the outsider. All because Chloe insisted she was the only daughter in the family. If anyone so much as mentioned that I was blood-related, she'd have a PTSD episode—screaming, crying, the whole breakdown. Eventually, everyone just accepted it: "The Haper family only has one real daughter. The other one's a foster kid." At first, I tried to

Elina thought angrily, clenching her fists. No, I can't take this! There has to be a way! Yes, there would be a way! She wasn’t going to give up now! There must be a way out! But, is there really a way out? ..... A/N : What do you think, guys?

I try to understand How we're here again (In the middle of the storm) (In the middle of the storm) There's no way to go, no way to go But straight through the smoke, straight through the smoke And the fight is all we know The fight is all we know Did we take too many chances Did we let too many pass us Did we throw it all away Did we throw it all away Did we light too many matches Turn ourselves into these ashes Did we throw it all away Did we throw it all away We walk through the fire Is there a way out Is there a way out We walk through the fire Is there a way out? Is there a way out? (of the fire) I wanna know is there a way out Is there a way out Show me the way out Is there a way out We

The atmosphere was peaceful, yet powerful, as strangers became a community, bound together by their shared concern for one person as they sang along to ‘Rise up’, by Andra day. “You’re broken down and tired of living life on a merry go-round…” “And you can’t find the fighter, but I see it in you, so we're gonna walk it out…” “Move… mountain, we're gonna walk it out…” “Move… mountain…” “And I’ll rise up, I’ll rise like the day, I’ll rise up, I’ll rise unafraid, I’ll rise up, and I’ll do it a thousand times again…” “And I’ll rise up, high like the waves, I’ll rise up, in spite of the ache, I’ll rise up, and do it a thousand times again…”

Moreover, she couldn't ask about Micah’s strategist. If she did, they might classify her as being affiliated with Micah. As the saying goes, where there was a will, there was a way to find a crime. For her, the most important thing now was to stay alive until Dimas woke up. She looked at the bars shining with light and felt it was time to play a fitting song—‘Tears by the Iron Window’. ‘Iron door, iron window, iron chain. Leaning on the iron window, I look outside. The life outside is so beautiful.’

When I'd seen Mirelle in a wedding gown identical to mine and intimately leaning close to Theron, my last thread of lingering attachment snapped. The sudden call for the northern meadows suddenly hit me like a gust of wind, and the idea of running wild across endless open fields was too tempting to ignore. So, instead of boarding the original plane, I headed straight to the port and bought a one-way ticket bound for the northern meadows. I never knew that the flight I ditched had crashed or that Theron had unraveled into obsession just to find me. But even if I had, I wouldn't have cared. In the northern meadows, I met plenty of new friends. The wolves there were open, honest, and treated ev

Khailah P.O.V The filthy and packed semi-truck that we were in finally came to a stop. At least 100 or so females are inside here with me. Some of the ladies were crying, yelling for help, praying, or mumbling incoherently. Some of the more recent kidnapped companions are banging on the walls. While yelling to be freed! I’m actually not sure how many of us are stashed in the back of here. There are no lights inside here and my cellphone battery finally died two days ago. We’ve been in this truck for almost a week now, I believe. The only times that they’ve stopped were to add more females. When my phone still had some power, I turned it on to airplane mode to preserve the battery. And used t

"Darling, something urgent came up at the office. I can't drive you back. You head home first." Without waiting for a response, he turned and rushed off. Right then, my phone lit up. It was a message from Winifred. It was a photo—her wrist slashed open, with blood everywhere. "Wanda, what do you think? If Edgar finds out I'm trying to kill myself while carrying his baby… do you think he'll still choose you?"

“We need another way out.” I scanned the room. There—a window high on the wall, probably leading to street level. “There!” Njord looked where I was pointing. “It’s too high.” “Not for me.” I holstered my gun and started climbing, using the stacked boxes as a makeshift ladder. The window was small, but I could fit through it. Below, the fire door burst open. Guards poured in. “Go!” Njord shouted, turning to face them. He opened fire, dropping the first three through the door.

Now, Mom staggered into the place where I'd drawn my last breath, feeling her legs give out beneath her. She collapsed to her knees and pressed her hand over her mouth, spilling tears over the floor. Bewildered, I stared at her tear-stricken face. The smallest scratch on Leo could make her cry in distress, but this was the first time I'd ever seen her weep for me. Taking a deep breath, Dad calmly slipped on gloves and picked up the diary on the table with a blood-speckled cover. When he flipped it open, his eyes widened in disbelief.