I woke up this morning an hour and a half earlier than I regularly would and needed to write.

My tired fingers that had been typing up a store from the day before (almost 5K in words) still wanted to put some pressure on some keys and get to typing.

I dragged myself out of bed (we were at camp) and gave my husband an evil look to show him I wasn’t fully awake, and then I went to speak to my bladder.

I’d stopped writing last night with a note on my computer that said, “Brothers Kidnap Tori.”

That was the next part of the book, and I had no idea how I was going to do it.

Sitting at my computer, this is what poured out…

When the bus was pulling in for a one-hour stopover near Lansing to pick up some passengers, Tori decided to stretch her legs, use the bathroom, and get some snacks from the store adjacent to the bus station. The minute the bus was outside of Detroit, she found herself incredibly hungry. Perhaps it was the stress leaving her, the knowledge she was finally free, or the fact that she was away from all the people who had made her sad. Thirty minutes before arriving in Lansing, she decided she was safe enough distance away to turn on her phone. Checking the screen to see thirty calls from Shawn, and about twenty each from two unknown numbers, she was sure those were Shawn and Kevin. She didn’t bother looking through her emails or any other form of communication, because she was done with them and her back-stabbing, stealing sister.

Walking through the store, Tori took her extra bag out to prepare to put her snacks and sundries inside. Since it was very late at night, hardly anyone was in the store, except for others who were taking advantage of the bus stopover to get supplies.

Checking the time, she saw she had about thirty more minutes and turned down the sundries aisle. In her peripheral vision, she thought she saw someone quickly duck down another aisle as if trying to avoid her, but pushed off her worry because she knew there was no way anyone could find her that fast.

There was no way they could have put a tracker on Beck’s vehicle and her phone had stayed off until she was outside of the Detroit area. If they were trying to trace her, by the time they got to this stopover, she would be long gone.

That reminded her to turn off her phone again and put it inside the Faraday sleeve inside her messenger bag, which she was currently using as a purse. Yes, it was big and bulky, but it was all her valuable paperwork, laptop, wallet, and extra money. She would be a fool to leave it on the bus while she was in the store.

Gathering items to clean herself and other sundries, Tori only needed to pick up something to drink before making her way to the front counter. By this time, she was starting to get the feeling that someone was watching her, but she attributed it to her worry about being all alone outside the city, and she would have to get used to staying on alert.

‘That’ll be twenty-fourty-one,” the cashier said, breaking through Tori’s deep thought.

She knew she had changed at the bottom of her bag, so she dug around for a moment and found it, not wanting to get her wallet out with all the money and credit cards inside.

The cashier looked past her for a moment and then back at her. “Ma’am, are you okay?”

Tori looked down her shirt to make sure nothing was on there. “I’m fine,” she answered, handing the exact change to the young girl, who took the money and cashed her out.

“Okay,” she waved in exaggeration. “Bye!”

The cashier’s sudden joviality briefly disturbed Tori, but she pushed it aside and walked back to the bus. For a moment, she thought she should wait for others to walk back in the dark to the bus, but felt perhaps someone from the bus might be hanging around, and if something happened to her, they’d see her or at least hear her scream.

Ten steps out of the store, she heard a hiss to her right, and stopped walking to look that way.

“Hey, Princess,” Kevin’s voice said behind her.

Tori started to scream, turning around to see him standing there, but then something came over her mouth and nose from Duncan’s hand that smelled sharp and pungent. Her eyes watered, and she tried to fight it, but was engulfed in darkness, watching Kevin stand there, smiling as if he had won the lottery.

(end of excerpt)

Now I know what you’re thinking… how could we go from her being with one brother and then three brothers and then running and then being kidnapped. And then you’re yelling at me saying, Sylvia, that’s a lot.

I know I’m a lot, but yeah, prior to this, except there are about 290 pages of story that could light a fire like hell on earth. You’ll have to wait for September when I start to drip out chapters.

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