Forgetting What's Forgiven
Fiction & Literature, Drama, Nonfiction, Entertainment, Mystery & Suspense, Thrillers
| Author: | Josiah Collins | ISBN: | 9781483658254 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris US | Publication: | September 16, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris US | Language: | English |
| Author: | Josiah Collins |
| ISBN: | 9781483658254 |
| Publisher: | Xlibris US |
| Publication: | September 16, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Xlibris US |
| Language: | English |
The sharp stinging pain of branches whipping across my body makes me cringe in pain as I run through the woods. Chase is just ahead of me; I can hear him, but I cant see him. The icy-cold chill of the night air causes my skin to crawl, but I barely even notice as I carry Jenna in my arms. She doesnt look like the girl I know; she looks like someone fi ghting for her life. Weve been running for miles, it seems like. I dont know why I didnt stop Chase earlier. But I think were heading in the wrong direction. Chase! Stop! I scream at the top of my lungs. I hear him stop off in the distance. As I start to walk toward where I think he is, I come into a small meadow in the middle of the woods, and there I see him sitting on the trunk of an old dead tree. I think were lost. He looks back down at the almost-black ground. There are no markers, no signs, nothing,
The sharp stinging pain of branches whipping across my body makes me cringe in pain as I run through the woods. Chase is just ahead of me; I can hear him, but I cant see him. The icy-cold chill of the night air causes my skin to crawl, but I barely even notice as I carry Jenna in my arms. She doesnt look like the girl I know; she looks like someone fi ghting for her life. Weve been running for miles, it seems like. I dont know why I didnt stop Chase earlier. But I think were heading in the wrong direction. Chase! Stop! I scream at the top of my lungs. I hear him stop off in the distance. As I start to walk toward where I think he is, I come into a small meadow in the middle of the woods, and there I see him sitting on the trunk of an old dead tree. I think were lost. He looks back down at the almost-black ground. There are no markers, no signs, nothing,
