Chapter 1 Teaser
At eighteen there was one thing I was certain of—the world was at constant war. The reason why—I didn’t know, I wasn’t allowed to know. I asked too many questions, but all I wanted to know was the truth. The only problem was that the truth was so far gone not even the ones that created the ocean of lies I was drowning in knew its depths.
“What are you thinking about?” My sister Sara asked twirling a piece of her hair between her fingers.
“Nothing,” I said as I pulled at the strands of grass beneath me.
“Really, because that’s the look you get when you’re about to fight with Dad during school. I’m so glad we’re finally done with that.”
“You didn’t enjoy school?”
“I liked the parts that you weren’t fighting with Dad about.” Sara said her eyes meeting mine before looking up at the sky and shaking her head.
“I only fought with him on history and some English.” I said.
“Never math or science though.” She said shaking her head. “Every other point though, you fought on.”
“You have to admit that most of the things they tell us don’t really connect up after a certain point.” I said lying back and taking a deep breath.
“Maybe they’re trying to protect us by being purposely vague about what happened to get us here?” Sara suggested, and I could hear it in her voice that she believed everything they had ever said.
“Or maybe they’re protecting themselves.” I said under my breath.
“What was that?”
“I just wish I knew more.”
Sara sat up and looked down at me. “Do you think anything good could have happened to get us from a civilized place with telephones, cable and malls to this—the middle of nowhere?”
I looked at our house in the distance. It wasn’t huge, but it was comfortable. The glare from the solar panels burnt into my eyes, and I had to look away. “You have to admit there are a lot of holes in their logic.”
“I’m so glad I haven’t had to listen to this in almost six months.” Sara said as she rolled her eyes.
“You’re not bored at all? Gather wood for the furnace, cook dinner, and stare at a wall?”
“I have better things to do.” Sara said.
“Like what?” I asked.
“And you have Trevor—you hang out with him a lot.”
It was my turn to roll my eyes as I lay down. “Dad wants that relationship not me.”
“At least you have someone.” She said with her jaw clenched.
“You can have him.” I said, and a small smile twitched at the edge of her lips that I didn’t understand.
The deafening sound of a siren suddenly began to pulsate through the air.
“What the hell is that?” I asked sitting up.
“It’s an intruder.” Sara said grabbing at my arm, “We have to get to the house.”
“An intruder?” I questioned as I shook my head against the noise that was jarring my vision.
“Yes, now move your ass Kate.” Sara said as she jumped up and began pulling me to the house.
“Who would want to find us?” I said thinking that no one in their right mind would want to come here.
“Someone who wants to hurt us. I don’t understand how you’re the favorite when you never listen to a word Mom or Dad say.”
“Why would someone want to hurt us?”
Sara had dropped my arm and was sprinting ahead of me. I remained jogging keeping my teeth clenched against the sound of the siren. I knew someone would want to hurt us. The reason would have to do with whatever my parents did and were hiding from me.
“So what’s going on?” I asked as I shut the door and leaned back up against it.
Trevor began screaming and pointing behind me, but before I could react there was glass raining down around me like diamond daggers bouncing off my flesh onto the ground. I felt the warmth of fingers sliding across my arm and locking me in place so I couldn’t run. The sound of the door unlocking was like a clash of thunder in the midst of a tornado. Then in one swift movement the door swung open and the hand was wrapped around my wrist yanking me out the door as I struggled to get my feet to move in time with his.
“Kate, Kate!” Trevor screamed and when I looked over my shoulder my father was holding him back. Trevor was weak and all show, so there was no way he would be able to take the guy who had me by the arm. My father’s eyes were wide, and his mouth hung open in fear as he faded from view, but I didn’t share that fear. I felt numb because I knew he would do nothing and no one else would either.
My eyes landed on the back of my kidnapper. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt, jeans, and despite his backpack I could see the strength of his shoulders flexing as he ran. I was in awe; this was who would kill me? I didn’t say anything, but kept running slightly behind him. His grip never loosened even though the angle that he was holding his arm at was awkward.
After what felt like an hour his feet stopped moving, and I almost ran him over. The force of my body jarring against his broke his grip on me. I looked down at my wrist and saw the pink of my flesh was changing into a purplish green. I rubbed it to try to ease the tightness of my skin, and when I looked up he was standing in front of me with his arms crossed in front of his chest. When our eyes met his whole body shuddered in shock. I found myself trying to keep the same thing from happening to my body as I looked at him.
“What?” I demanded putting my hands on my hips. I thought by concentrating on his eyes I might be able to control my reflexes, but I was wrong.
His intense dark green eyes stopped quivering and seemed to stare through me. “Why aren’t you trying to run?”
“It would be rather pointless wouldn’t it?” I said as my eyes fell from the scar that ran from the corner of his nose to his lips. I tried not to let my eyes wander down to his strong chest muscles, but still they did. “I mean look at what you did to my wrist.”
“Huh?” He mumbled, and I held my wrist out for him to see. “Oh, sorry.”
“Seriously?” I replied, “You kidnap me and then you say sorry for giving me a bruise?”
“Honestly darling, you don’t seem too upset.” He said, and I found myself just staring at him with nothing to say. “Why is that?”
I shrugged and rubbed my wrist again. “I’m not entirely sure.”
“Aren’t you scared of me?” He asked putting his hands in his back pockets, and leaning slightly back.
I looked back up at him an eyebrow raised. “Have you looked in the mirror lately?”
“So I am scary, but you don’t seem scared?” He laughed, and it broke his countenance of bad boy. I found my self in a trance again as I tried not to stare at his chiseled chin and perfect lips.
“When you live the way I did you learn to hide your emotions because no one is going to listen anyways…or tell the truth for that matter.” I scoffed kicking the dirt below my feet.
The lightness in his face vanished and his forehead wrinkled. “It looked like la-la land to me.”
“Looks can be deceiving.” I said as I motioned with my hand towards him.
“And what’s so deceiving about my looks?”
“I should be dead by now.” I said in an almost inaudible tone as my heart started to race.
“You are scared.”He said.
“Should I be?”
“That’s what I figured.” I said.
He held his hand out for me. “We need to start moving again before your boyfriend catches up.”
“They won’t chase me.” I said putting my hand into his willingly.
“Why?” He asked as he looked down at me.
“I’m not worth it.” I said picking up my feet to jog. His hand tightened around mine stopping me from moving. I turned to look at him. “Do you want to take a chance they will and have them catch up?”
“You’re strange you know that?” He teased beginning to jog and then run.
“Thanks.” I said trying to concentrate on not losing my footing on the rough forest terrain at his pace.
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