My Brother, My Captor
hloe silhouetted against the lurid lights, the strange te
leave? Oh, honey, this story isn't
What
with a dash of 'obsessive rival wins the guy.'
er? My bloo
niently die or disappear so Liam and Chloe can have their twisted
, catching myself
gasps. This was insane.
al, explaining the inexplicable
o Texas wasn't just about escaping Liam's lies. I
viv
room above a noisy bar, my heart
ers clumsy, and booked the first bus
iam's name flash
ed, then
ommanding. "Get back to the t
ast residence, the one he
bout, Liam," I said, tryin
foreclosing on the trailer. We're broke. You
n at the race? After all the
t wanted me back
, L
e. "You think you can just walk away?
hun
went down my spine. H
a worn-out duffel bag
brush from the shared bathroom
It was
rewn everywhere. My few meager
Professor Bellweather lay
named Sal, stood in the doorway, his
half-packed duffel bag. "You ain't going any
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