You're One to Remember by Chanda Dobra (best books for 20 year olds TXT) 📖

and they all walked into the kitchen, all they had to do was follow the happy screams of Rose and Jessie to find where they were. Mom spoke, “Alright everyone go to the study and I’ll be there with your drinks.” My and John walked silently behind the chatting Rose and Jessie. They were talking in their baby voices, rose sounded like she was in charge, “Okays, just so you know Jessie, I am going to get my cocoa first, then you. Okays?” Jessie cried, “But you always get it first!” Rose shrugged, “You know I am one second older than yous!” Jessie sighed with his tiny lungs, “Fiiiine.” Now they were all sitting on the floor beside the fireplace, she lit the wood as John placed the logs in the fireplace. Rose and Jessie squealed with joy as the fire started, they all watched as the fire slowly speeded across the wood, until it was consuming the logs. The heat burned onto her skin, but it felt better than the cold. She turned her head as her mother walked in with a platter of hot cocoa. Smiling, she grabbed her cup carefully. Their mother helped Rose and Jessie drink theirs, they both complained about hot how it was over and over. John sat on a chair and watched us all, drinking his cup quietly. They all joked and laughed, all of them were content and happy.
By the time their father came home, it was already dark outside. The glaring stars were back, and they seemed to stare into her soul as she walked down the hallway, past all the windows. Myra wasn’t sure why she felt so hostile to the stars, but she did. Sighing, she knew her father was too tired to spend much time with her, so she left him alone. Walking into the kitchen, she grabbed an apple and brought it into her room. Laying on her bed, she grabbed her diary and began to write.
I don’t think I can stand my father being around… it brings back memories I don’t want to remember, I guess I’ll just write it down and see if that’ll help at all. My first memories were of my father and my mother, they had were in the kitchen and were screaming at each other. Both me and John were scared something was wrong, so I peered over the wall corner to see. I saw my father, Ryan, screaming at my mother who was pinned against the oven. She was crying, but her eyes were ablaze with fury. I looked at my father, his face was red with rage, and his voice was loud and booming, slightly echoing against the walls. I flinched when my father suddenly turned his head and looked me straight in the eyes, and his hand motioned for me to go away. I turned and ran, ran down the hallway and into my bedroom where John was hiding. Tears rolled down my plump cheeks while I told him what I saw. We both cried together until mother stormed in and grabbed our hands, she was angry, it was obvious. She half dragged both of us out the door, father rampaging after us. The three of us all climbed into the car and Ryan appeared at the driver’s window, mom rolled down the window to give him a sharp few words to part with when Ryan’s fist found its way to moms face, I let out a scream of terror.
I was just a kid.
Myra stopped; she had bitten into her apple when the juices spilled from the sides of her mouth. “Ugh.” She ducked away from her diary, the juices splattering across the pages. Sighing, Myra placed her diary in the bookshelf attached to her bed, I’ll write more later I guess. Myra yawned tiredly; sleep was starting to catch up with her. The darkness outside began to give her the chills, so she laid back on her bed, covered herself with her blankets, and fell into the darkness of sleep.
Opening her eyes, Myra sighed lightly, every movement she made felt like a chore. Sitting up straight, she yawned and stretched tiredly, the sun glowing off her pale skin and golden eyes, warming her for the first moments of her morning. Standing, she walked into her bathroom and looked at her reflection. The bags under her eyes showed she was lacking sleep, yet she couldn’t rest another moment. She tried doing her hair, but couldn’t find the energy. Sighing heavily, she turned on her heels and walked into her room. Looking around, she continued walking, out of her room and down the stairs. Sadly, Myra was to tired to hear the nearly silent foot steps behind her. Turning the stair corner, and holding tightly to the rims, she continued down the stairs, now on the second floor. Myra breathed in deeply, shock pulsing through her as someone their arm in front of her face from behind her. The person pressed a cloth in front of her nose and mouth before she could react. Breathing heavily in shock, the stench of something in the little rag made her feel sick. Her eyes got droopy as her legs buckled, she hardly felt her attacker as it caught her limp body. Slowly she closed her eyes, but her eyes were open long enough to see the face of her father, an evil smile stretched across his face as he dragged her weakened body down the stairs and out the door.
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Myra gasped as she opened her eyes, What just happened? Where am I? Where’s Ryan? When she tried to move she felt chains tightly closed around her wrists and ankles. Her vision was foggy and unclear, but she felt the leather seats she was laying on and recognized them immediately, Ryan’s car? Trying to talk, Myra just realized there was duct tape pressed tightly over her mouth and wrapped around her head. Where am I going? Myra began to scream, but it was hardly audible from behind the duct tape. Struggling and kicking, her vision slowly returned to her. She was in the backseat on Ryan’s car, laying on her side and cramped in the tiny space. Tears of fear streamed down her face, drenching the leather under her head. Kicking more, Myra heard an irritated sigh come from the front seat. Myra’s heart turned cold with hate, why is he doing this to me? Eyes round with fear, Myra struggled to sit up, but the seatbelts were wrapped around her waist, chest, and legs. Myra let out another scream, and began her failing attempt to save herself by kicking again. She could see just a little view of the sky from the window, it completely black, even the stars didn’t dare show themselves in Ryan’s presence. A hopeless feeling made Myra cry more, he is going to kill me. Tears fell perilously from her cheeks as she cried silently. Narrowing her eyes, she thought, I can’t give up this easily, If he is going to kill me then I’ll fight till the end. Determination replaced the fear and anxiety in her heart, she began to kick, thrash, and scream. It took a little effort but slowly she felt the duct tape peeling off. As soon as it fell off she began to scream. The car swirled and she heard Ryan let out a yell of alarm. The car went to a sharp stop as Ryan slammed his foot on the breaks. Myra kept her scream going as he father turned, a large needle was in his hand. Myra’s eyes widened and she began to kick harder and scream louder, her determination dissolved as pure terror took over.
Chapter 5

Waking up, Myra opened her eyes quickly. The horrid memory of seeing that evil smile on her father’s face was firmly stuck in her mind, the thought of her father hurting her made her feel queasy, or was it just the poison? Without much warning, she leaned over the chair and wretched. Once it was over, the foul taste remained in her mouth, the scent lingering in her nose. She tried to move her hands, but they were chained to her chair, along with her feet. She glared around the room; there was a smallish speaker in the right-hand ceiling corner. “What do you want with me Ryan?” She screamed angrily at the speaker. There was a moment of silence, then, “You know exactly what I want.” Money, Myra thought. A tear slid down her face, “How much?” “Three million.” Came Ryan’s immediate reply. Hearing those two words, Myra felt like she was going to pass out. Before she could reply Ryan’s voice came over the speaker once again, “On lighter terms, I have a surprise for you.” Suddenly the door flung open, as if on springs. The one person she didn’t expect walked into the room, “Ash?” The evil grimace on his face scared her, “Yea, I’m alive if you even bothered to think about it.” Myra’s heart stopped, “Your- you’re working with my father?” Sighing, Ash stood in front of her, he looked as if he was preparing to tell her a story, which he was, “Remember the last day you saw me? The day I “died”, well you asked me if all I cared about was money?” Her heart turned as cold as stone, she struggled to keep her voice calm, but she couldn’t speak. Ash snorted, “Let me explain, I hate your guts. Your very presence annoys me; I almost barfed whenever we kissed. The very sight of you make’s me want to puke, just to get that clear, and I don’t love you. Anyway, Two years ago I had met your father; we were both in need of money. So, his daughter was brought into the conversation, about how rich she was. Together we devised a plan; I would gain your trust, learn what you liked and what you were all about. Your father would use those to his advantage after I ‘died’. And then we would use you to get the money from your mother.” “I can’t believe I trusted you-“ “Well, it was a little to easy to gain your trust.” With that, he stood and turned, walking out of the room. She screamed before the door closed, “There has to be more! Why exactly did you need money? You’re only seventeen!” again he spoke quickly, “Fine, obviously I need to tell both you even more- you’re such a nosy bitch, another reason why I hate you.” Ash glared at her before he continued, “The real story is that my brother and Ryan met online. They devised a meeting in person, but my brother got into an accident before the date they set. I needed money to pay off his debt and hospital bills, so I saw the conversation and I said my name was Ash. I am really Zack, Zack Henderson.” Myra sat, jaw dropped in shock, then… I have never really met Ash? The rage she felt was beginning to build slowly inside of her, and it quickened once she found out the truth,