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Rocking back and forth on the cold concrete floor, my eyes try to adjust to the dark garage room. I’m left in the room in only a ripped sh..

“Alisa.” Lindsay moans in her sleep and shoves me off the bed. My face smacks the wood floor, waking me completely up. The arm I ..

TV is on. The soft murmur of the news. Lindsay is asleep on my stomach, both of us lying down on the couch. The sound of my eyelashes flickering..

“Get up” I tap Lindsay, voice soft. “Gemini, rise.” “Five more minutes.” She moans, rolling over, and her..

“Lizzy!” Lin waves her hand in front of my face. “Hey, Lizzy!” I blink a few times before reality settles in. &ldquo..

“Hey, Shame, let’s meet Thursday.” I jerk the car sharply onto the next street, my tires screeching. “Something come u..

“Lizzy…” I whimper, and try to get free of my shackles. Glancing around, I notice the sound of a gun shot. There’s L..

Lin rests on my lap in the back of Pryor’s car. We drive in silence as he makes our way back to the house. I keep my lullaby as I stroke Li..

“I hate your plans!” Lin screams as the Gatling gun ripples through the house once more. “Just get to the garage!” I sh..

Lemme make you think. Lemme dazzle you with knowledge only I may look upon and know exactly what the world asks...