![Chapter Ten](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
"I think you're absolutely, totally, f*****g insane." Justin is staring at me like I grew six more heads. After I had met up with him, I immediately..
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![Chapter Eleven](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
I open the door to my father's private library with Justin close behind me. My father looks up and smiles at me. I smile back and step aside for Jus..
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![Chapter Twelve](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
"How can the pixies help us?" asks my father. Justin and Mom nod in agreement. I sigh. The answer is so obvious that they can't see it. "Pixies c..
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![Chapter Thirteen](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Kelly's P.O.V.Blindfolded. She is blindfolded. On top of that, her kidnappers had gagged her. She hasn't eaten in days. She tries to ignore her grum..
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![Chapter Fourteen](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Selene's P.O.V. It has only been close to a week and there is still no news on Kelly's whereabouts. I expected the first two nights to be without any..
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![Chapter Fifteen](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
I stand at the entrance gate of my driveway outside my car. I look from my worried parents to my pissed off best friends. My mother, always the worr..
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![Chapter Sixteen](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Daniel's P.O.V. Daniel watches Selene leave with Kelly. He could have stopped her. He should have. So, why didn't he? His hands in his the pockets ..
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![Chapter Seventeen](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Selene's P.O.V. I park my car in the school parking lot the next morning. Justin stayed with Kelly last night to take care of her, so I am left all..
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![Chapter Eighteen](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Daniel's P.O.V. Daniel pulls up in the driveway, parking next to a black VW Bug. Grabbing his things, he walks the path to Selene's front door. He..
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![Chapter Nineteen](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Tossing and turning, my sleep is restless. I cannot seem to get comfortable. Once I finally drift off, I find myself sitting up straight. I gasp, ru..
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