I'm craving pancakes and orange juice right now, it's what I can think of. I'm crazy right? No, I'm not. What else do you want me to think about? The danger ahead of me? Or the guy who kidn*pped me? Okay, maybe I'm supposed to be scared because I've been gaged and tied to a chair. I can't cry, maybe I can. I let the tears that have been threatening to fall roll down my cheeks. I hate everything.
I'm not blaming anyone, I blame myself for allowing Jax to get close to me. Tomorrow is my birthday and I'm here. My grandma will think I'm alright. I'm weak and tired, I want to sleep.
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"Well, well, well." A lady says and I try to know who she is but my vision is blurred as a result of the cloth that has wrapped around my eyes for hours.
"You're actually weaker than you appear right now."
