Trapped

“…dragged from the house on his knees. His face was bloody and when he tried to speak he cried with pain.”

when the girl came in to tell him how happy she was that he was leaving. “Then she

“Serves her right,” Chris said coldly, “ It was awful how she just left me, hardly even said goodbye.” Jackson was surprised at the response, how it was stated factually, with no emotion whatsoever.

be taken away from the home. He told her things such as, “We cannot leave, and you are

Although everything may seem like it fits perfectly, sometimes people just tell you what you want to hear. Ariana’s last two years have been filled with Kaitlynn sob stories about how she was wrongfully committed. After Briana Leigh’s confession her story all fell into place. This lead to Ariana taking a drunk Briana Leigh to a lake and drowning her. Ariana couldn’t believe that she ever thought Kaitlynn had lied to her. Just like always, Ariana formed a plan. This time, her plan was to get Kaitlynn out of Brenda T. so that they could finally move on with their lives like they always daydreamed about. When Kaitlynn finally does get out, they meet at the lake, where Briana Leigh Covington was killed. In this part of the book, Kaitlynn’s walls

He slowly got on his knees as tears started to flow from his eyes. She was visibly disgusted at the sight of his crying, sending a powerful kick towards his stomach, causing him to cough up spit. He coughed violently as he held onto his stomach. She looked down at him shaking her head as she pulled him up by his head.

They took a sharp turn over a some railroad tracks and the back door flew open. Jeannette rolled out of the car, she rolled many yards on the embankment. When she came to a stop, she was too shocked to cry and she all bloody and scraped up. She called herself a burden, and said they could do fine without her. When her family turned around and came screeching to a halt, her dad got out of the car, knelt down, and tried to give Jeannette

She started to burn him on the stove top, she stabbed him with a knife, she would put him and a bottle of ammonia in the bathroom and lock him there for hours, and eventually made him sleep in the garage on an old army coat. Soon after that she starts to play cruel games with the boy, just for her pleasure. Some of her favorites were the gas chamber, the dishwashing soap, and the starvation tease. When Dave turns to his father for help the father ignores him, like nothing is going on because he doesn’t want to deal with Dave’s cruel mother. Being only an innocent little boy, Dave has to go through all that all alone, through all the cruelty that his mother puts him through, having no one by his side. After years and years of struggle and torment finally his school principle and some of the teachers risk their careers to save Dave and send him to another state to a foster care, rescue him from his mother’s torment.

I look over at Caleb and see that he is unconscious, with blood rolling down his forehead from a shard of glass that hit him when the back windows exploded. Suddenly I hear a loud scream. Sirens, making a noise so blood curdling, like a symphony of women screaming at the top of their lungs. It reminds me of that day when I was eight, except this time it’s my brother who I am hoping is okay, not Tina, who I knew wasn’t going to make it.

After over a month of recovery Rachel was ready to be sold again. They dressed her up in a blouse, a black skirt and heels. She was drugged, blindfolded, and loaded into a van. She woke up sometime later. She couldn’t see where she was, the windows were tinted. Finally the van stopped. The person sitting next to her took off her blindfold. The large bodyguard began to unbuckle his seat. Another large man opened the car door and pulled her out. The walked to the front door, the men on either side of her. The house towered in front of her. Walking up the steps to the large front door Rachel trembled with fear. She was so scared. She needed to be her best this time. She couldn’t get sent back again. The agency said that they never gave third chances and rarely second ones. They had told her that she was

I walked to the room at the end of the hall that led to the attic. I slowly placed my foot on the first step, calling out for Nancy. When I finally reached the top, I saw a long haired woman standing by the window with her backed turned to me. "Chelsea? What the hell are you doing here?" She was holding an axe in her hand and I started backing up, with no intention on going any further. She turned around and to my surprise, it was not Chelsea at all, but Nancy. She had blood rolling down her forehead, from the scalp that was ripped from Chelsea's head. "Oh, Dear," she said. "You gave me quite a fright." She started walked toward me. "What do you think?" She asked, running her fingers through the

She was very scared and frightened when the lights came on. She found herself in a corner in a suite room. A man was sitting beside her, staring at her. He told her that he knew what she was after and she will never get it. She looked at him carefully and she realized that it was Tanner. He help up her phone and said that you won’t be needing this anymore. He then threw it out the window and it went into the sea. As Mindy was struggling, Steve Bendle walked in the door. He looked very old, but he seemed quick on his feet. He walked up to Mindy and ripped the tape off of her mouth. Mindy felt pain from the tape on her mouth. She told Tanner and Steve that you will never get away with this. Tanner pulled out his gun and pointed it at Mindy’s

“Oh, baby. I’m so glad your home,” Miles whispered, his voice hitching mid sentence. “I missed you so much. I just can’t believe you’re really here. We never stopped looking, never,” he murmured against her

“WHAT?! Oh my God!” she screamed with a hint of crying. She bolted out the door, grabbing my brother by the arm, started the car and rushed to the hospital leaving Chloe and

Allison tried not to worry about David. She also tried to go back to sleep, like the Sheriff suggested. Yet, as the hours of the late night ticked by she found it impossible to do so. It wasn’t that the cabin was uncomfortable. Nor was it that she still feared that the thing would find her. She’d determined hours prior that if it could track her through some normal or preternatural means then it would’ve crashed through the walls and finished what it started. The storm that surged through the area only caused her worry to increase as she laid in the inviting bed, staring at the ceiling.