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Chapter 34
"When I said that if Collette weren't mine, she wouldn't be anyone's, life ensured that she wasn't with anyone."
Oliver was shedding tears, as well as Donnell. Not letting her be happy neither with the person she loved nor her son; why didn't Collette's parents realize that the evil person was Elliot? Why had Oliver's parents' story been so cruel? Why didn't they have a dream life, an everyday life like everyone else?
"If only you hadn't shown up that day, everything would be different."
Elliot looked at Donnell enraged; he hated him and deserved to live watching how that child he hated so much died. Without thinking, he shot again, hitting the side of the young man who had the eyes of his beloved Collette.
Oliver deserved to die suffering; he didn't want him to bleed to death; no, he would break him into pieces.
With another shot, he broke the ropes that cut off the blood circulation in his wrists and took him by his shirt. Before waking up, he ha
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Oliver was running freely through a field full of grass and flowers, feeling a tickle in his feet; the air was blowing lightly, taking some flowers with it. He laughed, finally feeling at peace."Oliver."When the chestnut heard his mother's soft voice behind him, he stopped smelling the flowers, turning to see the woman who had given him life smiling at him with open arms. Oliver didn't wait for a second, and with tears in his eyes, he ran to reach her."Mom," he murmured with a lump in his throat, "I missed you so much.""I missed you too, my boy."He felt the loneliness and sadness disappear when he was in Collette's arms; they were so warm and loving that Oliver just wanted to stay by her side forever. It was real; it wasn't a dream: he was hugging his mother. He felt her soft hands lovingly caress his hair, combing it back and forth."I'm sorry... I-I'm sorry I couldn't save you.""Shh, don't apologize; I abandoned you, but every
Prisoner Chapter 36
Jack played with Annette's hand, intertwining his fingers, thinking about what had happened the last few days. He was lucky to find a hospital similar to the one he had seen in a metal box. Jack had been unconscious for two days and was recovering fast, it wasn't the first time he had been beaten to death, but it was the first time Annette had been shot. He never let a guard hurt Annette in that dark place, even less when Bibi died. He knew better than anyone that Annette managed to avoid attracting attention, and when a guard bothered her, she never resorted to violence, her smile and a few words were enough to leave her alone... most of the time. When things got out of control, Jack intervened and, occasionally, Oliver. The blond would always do something to get the guards' attention to forget about his friend, the price to pay was harsh punishments where a punch was like a caress. It wasn't that he liked to be whipped and electroshocked; he... didn't want her to h
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"Geez, I thought the sea was closer."Chrystal and Oliver walked through the grass that was beginning to freeze, noticing how as they moved further toward the Golden Sea, the ground changed from grass to dirt and from dirt to sand. Oliver felt his stomach churning as he was getting closer to his destination and friends; it thrilled and terrified him simultaneously. He longed for his friends to make it.On the other side of the beach, Jack and Annette walked hand in hand, sinking their shoes into the unfamiliar sand. It was cold, and the water had surprised them by getting them wet from walking so close to the shore. They both looked around for Oliver's messy hair, shivering with nerves as they tried to stay positive. Oliver was the strongest of the three; if he had arrived earlier, he would not leave until they were reunited."Oliver!" shouted the black-haired girl, unable to remain silent any longer, wandering."Oliver!"Jack joined in Annette's s
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Fairy tales always end in a happy ending; girls are taught that love is beautiful and magical from an early age. Everything will always be like a fairy tale... unfortunately, real life is not so magical and beautiful. And not all fairy tales end in a happy ending. "Mgh, agh. " A woman with messy auburn hair was bidding in a latrine, a huge pain in her stomach was killing what little strength she had, and sweat was pouring down her forehead as a symbol of the effort. "Colette, are you still there?" asks a young woman with black curls and honey eyes through the curtain that separates one latrine from another. Colette answered with another moan of pain, digging her fingernails into her legs. She didn't know how much time had passed, but it felt like an eternity, the dampness of the putrid place coupled with the dim lighting made Colette more nervous. "I told you that you should have taken that infusion; if you had listened to me, you wouldn't tak
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-16 years later- Dry blows and slight moans were what could be heard in that humid and grim place. A golden-haired man was concentrating on destroying the boy's body in front of him, anger and hatred blinded him, and he would not stop at any moment. The boy had to die, but before that prize, he had to pay for what he had done, he had taken away the source of his happiness, and it was something Elliot Craig could not bear. -You deserve this, you scum- his large hands grabbed a fistful of the young man's brown hair and lifted him off his feet without sensitivity, drawing another slight whimper from him- You deserve this pain, repeat it! He brought his head down again, roughly delivering a blow to his stomach and ribs. For Elliot Craig,
Prisoner Chapter 2
The three youngsters listened attentively to what a guard with friendly copper eyes was telling them. It was crazy for the three of them to accept the challenge; after all, they had nothing to lose; if they succeeded in getting out of Elliot Craig's domain, they would have the chance to live a decent life like normal people, but if they failed... well, it was certain that they would die and stop suffering for eternity. "Did you understand?" asked the guard, looking at the kids who were trying to memorize the improvised map he had made. The trio nods; although they had many questions inside them, none of them dared to speak without Emer's or any other guard's permission. "Well, you must get to the Gold Star as soon as possible once you are outside. I will be waiting for you there before the first snowfall. I will take you to a safe place," he explains again, wishing the three youths could understand him, "I left the gates half open and disabled the secur
Prisoner Chapter 3
The light of dawn, along with the sound of birds and the slight movement of the boat hitting something, wakes Oliver up, making him close his eyes for a few moments to get used to the strange sunlight. Once his sight adapts to the new surroundings, his drowsy face changes to one of surprise and admiration for the incredible scenery he has never seen before. There were so many colors, so much light, and so much peace that on the boy's lips, a big smile appeared, the first in a long time. Then he felt his stomach churn, and the null aliment he possessed inside was returned to the outskirts of the small boat. His hands gripped the bard tightly as the pain in his ribs and throat made him twitch. Oliver wasn't used to being on a ship, and the constant movement throughout the night had made him so dizzy that he fell unconscious. Once his body gave everything back, he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his torn shirt, trying to regulate his breathing. "Hey, what do
Prisoner Chapter 4
Oliver was once again running through the huge streets of the unknown location, being chased by a group of officers in an attempt to find the famous money and The Gold Star. The officers thought he was just another lowlife looking for someone to rob, and Oliver thought Mr. Craig's men had found his whereabouts. The light and activity in the city changed as the hours passed, and that was another factor that had the brown-haired boy dismayed; however, he had no time to admire the city and wonder why the light disappeared as he ran as fast as his tired feet would allow. "Stop in the name of the law!" The ground was also changing; instead of being smooth and rough, it was now uneven; some parts were earthy and others itchy. The huge buildings and noisy cars were gone, replaced by trees and dry grass. The boy was exhausted. Since he woke up, he had not had a great rest, and the wounds caused by that demon were still fresh some of them even opened by the movement i
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