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Chapter 25

Two o’clock That’s what the red lights on the alar had woke me; a noise, a loud noise One I was familiar with, but had no desire to hear, yet my heart skipped a beat at the sound of it More than one, there was many I could hear the across the house I looked back over at my alarm One minute after two

At onemy way to the library to open the carport door and jump into Luke’s arreen numbers that let me know that I walked really slowly, or my clocks were different I wanted to docurandchildren to know the exact tiies and explanations Twoon the wall read two minutes after two and the second hand was only at six Thirty seconds of time remained I had thirty seconds to make a memory that would be etched in et to have that memory

When the door burst open it was not Luke whose arms I would run into It was the arun on, the man anted to take Luke’s life for reasons I didn’t know -- the ray cut

“Well look e have here” The words that left his h he wore a se men walked in behind him Each of them wore the same expression-hate My feet were frozen to the floor of the library Maybe I was drea “You remember me, don’t you Dallas?” I couldn’t speak I couldn’t breathe I tried to nod my head, but it would not oing to reh I’ to be”

His words went in one ear and out the other; although they did register and I took his advice He stood about six feet tall He had a stocky build with no hair on his face or his head I didn’t ree scar that ran down his face drew the attention away fro else I could tell that at one ti man He looked to be in his forties and was covered in tattoos that ranged froers and everywhere in between that wasn’t covered in leather

“You like my scar?” he asked a other than his face “Oh no, don’t look away now This scar is iot it your fate was sealed”

The evil in his voice was unlike anything I had ever heard It was as if he hatedto this man that I could remember “Get her outside,” he said so low that I alrabbed byout the door

My adrenaline kicked in and I suddenly remembered how to move My body thrashed I kicked and screa that caet a piece of flesh from someone’s arm and bit down hard

“You bitch!” he yelled letting go of my arm to check his wound I could taste the blood and saltiness of his skin on o I was so shocked that I actually hurt hiain and back handed uy on round I felt blood trickling downof ht cheek My eyes watered as the realization of as happening set in They were going to kill me

I put up as ed ht that hung fro

“Tie her up,” the guy with the scar ordered, throwing a length of rope at theled harder this time I screamed for them to stop, but my words fell on deaf ears I screa response was, “He can’t help you now” Another harsh blow landed on the right side ofwent dark