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His Obsession, Her Perfect Calculated Escape

His Obsession, Her Perfect Calculated Escape

Author: Shu Yu
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1233    |    Released on: Today at 11:44

noon sun beat down on the back of her neck. She kept her head down.

ays smelled like sulfur and exhau

nce at the edge of the

street, sprinted into the dirt yard. His

the porch steps. He grabbe

heaved. "It's Gus. They're at

e porch and into the dirt. Her history notebook slid fro

y blank. A cold weight

he plastic pitcher of lemonade resting

rds with a loud crack. Yello

open. Her mother, Marge, stepped ou

id you break?

t her. She didn't

hit the dirt hard. She grabbed the handlebars

the seat. Her feet sl

all her weight. The b

d onto the uneven dirt road

bicycle tires bounced violently.

kicked up from the tires, stinging her eye

construction site app

ber brake pads screeched against the

the road. Yellow caution tape was str

bicycle. It crash

ed her thin shoulders against the b

she mu

her. An elbow hit her ribs. She stumbled,

her lip, tasting copper. She pushed herse

through the front

dozer engine vibrated in h

He held a red megaphone to his mouth. He was reading a force

ted to the grou

od directly in front of the bu

pers high in the air. His ja

ne. He looked down at a ma

of the company's security. Harl

Three large men in bl

rushe

Gus's hands. He ripped them in hal

hear. He swung his fist. His knuckl

s a m

He swung a heavy black baton. The hard pla

is right leg buckled. He dro

ightened. She c

she s

rying to duck under t

shoulder. A police officer in a

kid," the of

tched as Clell lifted

s squarely i

Gus collapsed completely. He curle

is forehead. It mixed with t

the tape to help Gus. One of Harlan's men shoved Jedediah

in black raised their batons. They started

inst the police o

go!" she

ifyingly still. She slowly turned her head and locked her eyes on the officer's face. Her gaze was so cold, so entirel

dn't twist her arms or slam her onto the hood, but he kept a firm

her breathing evening out into a slow, rhythmi

ound. They pulled his arms behind his back. The meta

oked at the silent, terrified crowd. He

to his feet. His leg

to his left eye. His gaze found Alma

eaved. He l

ead. It was a tiny move

figh

back of a second police crui

s spun in the mud, kicking up dirty

go. He gave her a slight push backwar

ees, falling hard onto the ground. Her bare hands sank in

nees. She stared at the tire

ed. Her finger

. It hardened. The fear drained out of her ve

old, absol

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His Obsession, Her Perfect Calculated Escape
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“When Alma's father stood in front of the bulldozers to protest, the energy company's thugs beat him half to death in the mud. Instead of arresting the attackers, the police handcuffed her bleeding father and threw him into a cruiser. "Stay back, kid," the officer barked, shoving Alma away. Her father was denied bail and framed for assaulting an officer. The corrupt mayor just smiled and told her not to cause a scene. Meanwhile, the company mailed her weeping mother a severance check that barely covered a month of groceries. Alma was forced to watch her family be completely destroyed by men with money and power. Kneeling in the cold dirt where her father's blood had spilled, she didn't shed a single tear. The panic in her chest died, replaced by a cold, absolute hatred. She realized that crying wouldn't do anything. In this world, justice didn't exist for the weak. Years later, Alma stepped onto a prestigious Ivy League campus, her cheap backpack slung over her shoulder. She was surrounded by the arrogant children of the very executives who ruined her life. She lowered her head, hiding her dead eyes, and put on the perfect mask of a timid, helpless charity case. Undergrad was just a training ground, and these elite kids were just her practice dummies. The hunt was officially on.”