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Left for Dead: A Quarterback's Revenge

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 619    |    Released on: 24/06/2025

had never known fell over the island. It was heavy, bro

d left my phon

ed around, trying to work my hands, still tied behind my back, into my fron

l. I hooked a finger around it and painstakingly

again, contorting my b

rcent

ed. One call.

se, trying to hit Nicole' s contact. My

ected. It ran

cem

me to v

d over me. I wanted to scream, to s

ad. He was a powerful man, a prominen

. He an

time to yourself after what you did to the Blakely memorial. I h

disapproving. He'd

They left me on an island! You have t

e retreat. A place for you to get your head straight. Honestly, after your be

othing here! Tara and Nicole du

cold. "Caleb is a good kid. I've been helping him. You should have been his mentor

hun

went black. The

trayal hit me like a physical blow, knocking the air

eating down on my back. The zip ties bit deeper into my sw

, sharing a milkshake. I remembered proposing to her under the stars at her fami

thought we had was a lie. It was all about image, about legacy, about wha

ty of it was a cruel joke. As darkness fell, the island came alive with new sou

from the tall grass j

gh my despair. This wasn't a re

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Left for Dead: A Quarterback's Revenge
“One moment, I was a star quarterback, riding high on campus, about to marry my beautiful fiancée, Nicole. The next, I was zip-tied and dumped on a desolate island, a canvas bag yanked from my head, blinding sun in my eyes. My fiancée Nicole, her best friend Tara, and my so-called "little brother" Caleb stood offshore, watching, their faces devoid of pity as they left me for dead, framed for a crime I didn't commit. Every desperate call home was met with betrayal: my own father, easily manipulated, disowned me, convinced I was responsible, leaving me utterly alone to face the snakes and starvation. As I lay dying in the sand, abandoned and cursed by everyone I thought cared, a cold, burning rage ignited within, sparking a singular thought: I would not just survive, I would return, and they would pay.”
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