vanished from my life. I’ve spent the last five years searching for her,
clinging to the hope that one day I will find out what happened to her, but
every lead has ended up at a dead end.
but I can’t. This man is my only connection to my sister. I’ll do whatever it
takes to uncover the truth. Even if it means falling right into the arms of a
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feel the weight of his stare. My heart plummets as any chance of this being a
dream disappears. Sure enough, as I roll over he comes into view, sitting in
the same spot he was before. I sit up, both embarrassed and curious at his
interest in watching me sleep.
folded brown package on the bed. “It’s just a sandwich,” he adds, noting my
betrays me with a loud rumble. My face heats as I busy myself with opening the
thin layer of paper.
fills the air. I eat without coming up for air, partly due to being so damn
hungry and also because I have no idea when my next meal will be coming.
proximity and I shuffle over a few inches. He chuckles and rubs his jaw.
far,” he comments.
he reaches for my hand, I jump, and try to yank my arm away. His fingers close
around my wrist as he pulls me closer to him. I whimper. He’s so close I can
feel his warm breath on my neck.
penetrating mine. I want to look away, but I can’t. “I’m just…you frustrate me
sometimes. I think you’re finally getting it and then you do something stupid
“Please, let me go. I wont tell anyone—”
growls, pulling me to my feet. He steps backward, pushing his body against
mine, trapping me against the wall. Terrified, I try and push him back, but
he’s too strong. His six foot and well stacked frame easily overpowers me.
Suddenly, my blood runs cold. I gasp, struggling to breathe as his words repeat
in my head. One word. Anna. He called me Anna.
May 2017. When not writing, M.C. enjoys reading everything she can get her hands
on, spending time with friends and family, and cooking up crazy meals after
binge watching Masterchef.