The True Fake Life Of Kimberly Ryans by Alexis R. Chavers (most romantic novels .txt) 📖

moving boxes, and I also have a bookshelf. The thing that catches my eye the most is a tiny chiseled out window. I get up off my bed and go to look at it, as if I've never seen daylight. I can barely see it, and there are bars on it where I can't put my arm through. It looks around noon, and I'm so pre-occupied looking at all the other stuff R.S. has put in here, that I don't realize that he is standing behind me. I turn around, surprised and filled with shock. "Do you like it?" he asks me. I nod, trying to force a smile, he looks like he didn't hear me. So I reply, "Yes, I like my room, it's very welcoming despite the unpainted walls, and the deadly spiders crawling around. Very lovely!" I spit sarcastically. "Don't be stubborn, it won't get you anywhere in life." He says, his jaw tightening. "Your lucky I was nice enough to give you all of this, after the stunt you pulled two days ago." he states calmly. "Yes you are nice, so nice that you kid-napped me, and your going to kill me. You ragedy,piece of nothing!" I scream and throw a heavy book at him, it lands on his chest, and falls to the floor. He doesn't move, like he didn't even get a blow to the chest, he doesn't hesitate either. His next move horrifies me. He shoves me into the wall and I hit the wooden door. I don't know what to do. I open up the door, and run into the darkness and not up the stairs. Theres a room with a light so I quietly slip into it, and luckily it has a lock. "You can't hide forever, Kimberly!" I heard him scream. Loud footsteps echoed throughout the empty house. It went quiet, when I thought it was safe and went to unlock the door-bang! Out of the blue, the angry man punches the door...not once or twice-but three times. All at once making a hole in the old, wooden door. I ran, hesitating until my eyes met his gaze. He can't hurt me. No. I ran, taking lefts and rights until I came to a door. I ordered my feet to screech to a halt then hide. Theres no way I could get past it. Unlike the other door it wasn't made of weak wood. Instead, it was made out of some kind of durable iron or metal. "Kimberly! I don't want to hurt you. Lets be friends!" I heard R.S. yell throughout what might be the basement or a large tunnell.
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Text: Alexis Renee Chavers
Publication Date: 09-22-2012

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