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 kidnapped 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."
