❝She's one of those girls you just can't walk away from. One of those girls you will never forget, no matter how hard you might try.❞
BOOK ONE OF THE SCARLETT CHRONICLES |
After being kidnapped as a young child, seventeen year old Scarlett Grey is...
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I WOKE UP in the basement, curled up on my mattress.
I felt a throbbing pain in my leg. I squinted in the darkness, only to see that it was bent at an odd angle. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying that when I opened them, I'd be anywhere else. But when I opened my eyes, I was still in the dark, dank basement room.
I heard the stairs creak outside the room, and a shiver ran down my spine.
He's coming.
I heard a click as the key turned in the lock on the door. Instinctively, a whimper escaped my lips.
You're going to regret that.
The door opened and the hinges creaked loudly. I braced myself for what was to come.
"Rise and shine," sang a light, feminine voice.
My eyes snapped open, and I was staring at the ceiling of my hospital room. I breathed a sigh of relief.
It was just a nightmare. A very real nightmare.
"Morning, Dr. Michaels," I yawned, stretching and sitting up.
"Am I boring you?" she laughed.
"Nah, just a bad night," I respond, evading her question and plastering a fake smile on my face.
She frowned, seeing through my façade. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that. Do you want to talk about it?"
I sighed. Was I ready to let her in just yet? I'd been in the hospital under her care for three weeks now. I'd grown to like her and I didn't feel the need to cringe when she got too close to me. She was one of few I actually spoke to. And my nurse Carrie, despite our rough start.
But there was nobody I trusted more than Dr. Michaels.
"Well, I had this dream," I began. "Or, well I guess it was more of a memory."
She walked over to the chair by the wall and dragged it over so that it was at my bed side. She sat down, making herself comfortable. "Was this a good memory or a bad memory?"
