From Untitled to B.O.O.

I've hit a point in my book blog where I think we've gotten just far enough into the story that I'm gonna stop posting from Untitled just to drive you crazy. Starting sometime next week, no promises people, I'll start posting from any selected book from the Boys of October series. It would probably make sense to start you off with the first, but I'm actually not considering that a possibility. As our first book, started the summer Alice would be entering 8th grade and the year I would be entering 7th, lets just sum it up and say that, quite frankly, it's Extremely cheezy. So I'm gonna have to pass on that. Maybe we'll start with the 3rd, my personal favorite. But the third is still in process, so we'll see how far we'll get into that one before I mess you all up again and start with another. I live to drive you crazy. *smirks evilly* So, be excited for that. Also on the Boys of October note, HAPPY BIRTHDAY #1! Yes, I'm a 24 hours late, but it's the thought that counts. On August 20th, 2006, Alice and I began writing the saga that has become our life over the summer. I like to call this Booaversary. So Happy Belated Booversary to all! Does that require present, because I really need a few vintage tees. Just picking. Must go write Untitled.

Happy Booversary to you
Happy Booversary to you
Happy Booversary dear readers
Happy Booversary to you!

Wrapped with a bow.

Oak a. It has come to my attention that we have some new readers. YAY! but to any- please feel free to comment. no, really. PLEEEAAASSSEEEE comment. i've become a little addicted and would love to learn more about and the opinions of our newbies! yay. we have newbies! that makes me very happy. i'll be posting more soon, but probably not too soon. just got myself a new full time job until school starts. yay. *sighs unenthusiastically* but i shall live. more to come. p.s. PLEASE COMMENT! did i mention the lack of comments? oh, just a few times? oak a. just had to make sure...

I can hear the bells---

Day 7:



I'd leaned to ignore the phone. Before locking it behind that case, no one had bothered to turn off my alarm, so it continued to go off at five-thirty, every morning, but I had adapted myself to sleep through it. Some of the calls were scary, dissorienting at the least, but, in a weird way, I think I am drifting away. Away frome reality, away from my friends and family, and worse even yet; away from Landon. I spent so much time sleeping, waiting mostly. Yet, I didn't know waht I was waiting for. Eventually, I drifted off. I swear I was becoming noctournal. But anyway, I fell asleep to a soft, sweet smelling breath on my neck and ear. I squeezed my pillow before slowly opening my two-ton eyelids. "Hey-ya, Darlin'" I was still to far asleep to respond. "I thought you'd like a shower and then a little surprise." I smiled as I stood up and he threw a terry-bathrobe over me playfully, coving most of my face and body. I pulled the edge of it off my eyes with both hands, still covering most of my face. "You look like a rabbit," Christian smirked. "What?!" I laughed as I stood up. He swung a little bag around his finger. I smiled sarcastically, "Ooh. Underwear. I'm flattered." He grimised back, "You should be." He grabbed my hand loosely and I followed him out the door to the bathroom. I tried to turn through the door, but he held me back, "What, no breakfast?" I laughed, impatient, and leaned in to kiss him quickly, but he embraced me long enough to to set the small bag down my shirt and between my breasts. It was surprisingly heavy, and as I put my hand down my shirt to retrieve it, he slapped my arm gently, "Ah ah ah. Noy until you're showered." I smiled and turned away, and he watched me, smriking, until I rounded the corner.

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I ran my fingers through my hair as warm water trickled over my body. I normally kept my eyes closed while I'm showering, but something seemed to glue them open this time. I absorbed the white tiles covering the floor and climbing the walls until they met the flourescent lights exploding from the ceiling. I took in the way the sterling silver knobs and faucets [no lie, the were silver,] contrast against the hospital white. I also noticed a little red, blinking dot out of the corner of my eye. A camera. 'Fricken sickos,' I thought to myself. I walked out of the stall and rubbed the fog and steam from the mirror. I looked tired, with huge, midnight black bags under my eyes, but I knew I'd been getting plenty of rest. I turned on my heel, fast as a bullet. I scared myself. I went to the bag to grab my new undergarments. As I ripped them out hostily, a black box fell to the floor. I threw them on sloppily and ripped on my tshirt before I bent over and picked up the box. As I flipped the lid, my mouth dropped. Within it sat a ring, engraved and embellished in diamonds, 'Marry Me?' I dropped it, in love and repulsed, and I sprinted out of the room, not sure where I was headed. I turned the corner and ran smack into the center of Christian's chest. He sneered, "Not exactly the expression I was hoping for. Should I have asked you myself?" I looked at his angelic face, confused. I felt like I was being PUNK'D or something. I managed to mumble, "Uh, . . . I don't honestly know wht to say." He placed his index finger on my face, lightly tracing my facial features, his sweet smell engulfing me. "Don't say anything," he whispered as he kissed my forehead. He stood back and smiled, "I have something to show you." He carfully took my hand and walked me back towards his room, but instead of passing throught the "threshhold," he led me to the next door over. He opened it to reveal another bedroom. This bedroom was quite girly and centered around a canopy bed, the sheets were a light shade of pink. He led me over towards the bed and said, "What do you think?" I examined the walls, monsterous closets, and victorian styled dressers. It was beautiful. I smiled, in spite of myself, "It's so beautiful! What's it for?" He eyed me dangerously, "It's for you." I looked at him, shocked, as he continued. "I thought you could use your own room. I mean, I know you're friends with Harlie and stuff. I guess it wouldn't be a problem. She can come see you whenever you want." I looked at him. A huge smile spread across my face, and I stood up and wrapped my arms around him. "Thank you," I whispered into his chest. I felt him run his fingers through my hair. "For you, anything." I stood back and examined his face, "What's the catch?" His face broke into and evil ricus, "It's not officially yours until you answer yes to my question." I playfully smacked his, "You're horrible." He laughed, "I'll let you think about it. Come on. Back to your room, Hil."

creepy night time voices...

Day 6:

I felt a finger lightly poke me. As I opened my eyes and Harlie's face fitered into conciousness. She smiled at me angelically, "Hey Hil, are you okay? 'Said alot while you were asleep. Wanna talk about it?" I frowned and looked over at Evelyn whose brown curly hair laid in front of her pale face. She reminded me of Allyssa, one of my best friends. My thoughts were disterbed by Harlie's impatient sigh. I nodded, "I don't know. I'm just torn. Did you have a boyfriend when they took you? How did they take you?" I was rambling, and I knew it. But it was completely incontrolable. Harlie laughed, "Slow down. Yeah, I did have a boyfriend, by the way; he is currently married and has a daughter named Haylie. I was taken on the way home from the store. I wanted along a alley, next thing I knew,I was here." I looked at her. She had a boyfriend who's married? "How long have you been here?" She glared at the floor and thought about it long and hard. She pursed her lips before continuing, "I've been here... about five years. His daughter would be two." A lump formed in my throat. Five years? Five. God, I knew I'd be here forever. "And Dimitri doesn't trust you'll stay with him if you were to leave. Would you?" This question baffled her slightly. She pondered her thoughts before speaking, "Dimitri has suggested leaving with me. But I can't leave Evelyn behind; she's been here for three years. I don't know about leaving Dimitri. Believe it or not, he's kind of a good guy. He really loves me." I smiled at her. At least she found someone to love in this shack, or whatever it was. I eyed Evelyn curiously, "Harlie? Who exactly is Evelyn?" Harlie's eyes followed mine and watched Evelyn breathe in and out slowly. "She's really nice, very weird, and shy. Mason's main squeeze and a definate beauty. She will eventually talk to you. Even though you've been here for six days, she still needs more time."

whoa... day 5's really long...

Day 5:

I awoke early the next morningto William stroking his finger up and down my body. Ear, cheek, neck, arm, waist, leg, to my toes, and then back up again in reverse. It startled me. Landon used to do the same thing when we used to sleep in the camper. Every night. Every summer. For the past five years. I looked up at him, not noticing my smile. He seemed cold, unaffected, "Time to go, Hotshot." All I could think about was Jason. My brother was the best player on his hockey team. Me and my mom sewed him a jersey with "hotshot" on the back where his name should go. I miss them all so much. A sI stood up and followed William out the door, I thought about all I was missing. That jersey was my first design. I'm supposed to start my fashion designing internship this fall, part of my college experience. I start at WHC this September. At least, I'm supposed to. 'This sucks!' I thought to myself. 'This absolutly, completely, onehundred percent, utterly, . . . and there he was. God, did Christian distract me. He grabbed the chest of my tshirt, pulling my lips to his, and he kissed me, "What's up, babe?" I sighed, not sure if I was angry or releived, "Well, you totally just distracted me from a rant I was having." He smirked, "Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?" I grew silent. I let him look at me for a while, and without even thinking, I answered, "It's a bit of both." Has michievious smile carried on as he looked up at Mason, signaling him to leave, and led me back to his bed. He collapsed onto his bad, using the wall as a pillow, same as he had last night. He looked at me evily, "So, d'you have any more questions? Ask me anything." I hesitated, what was I supposed to say? I mean, why are you this way? Or course, the stupidist thing possible rung for my lips, "So, aren't you supposed to be weirdly religious or something?" He laughed histerically. I continued, defending myself, "I mean, your name's Christian. How's that supposed to work out?" He luaghed so more and sat up, his beautiful eyes piercing mine, "My mom and dad were. I never really thought about it." I sat there, processing his words. As I did so, all I could concentrate on were the words 'mom and dad.' Once again, without thinking I started bawling uncontrolably. I leaned over, clutching my stomach to stop the ache. Laying on his warm bed, I continued to cry as I felt him slide next to me and lay me against his chest. It was there I remained wailing in lament as he spoke, "Hilary, calm down. You'll get over them soon. This is your new life. Embrace it." I looked at him. He gazed at my eyes, longing for my heart. He wanted me. That nuch was certain. He leaned in and kissed me, and to my dismay, I actually kissed him back. Realizing and ashamed of what I was doing, I moved my mouth from his, and he lean in a little farther to whisper in my ear, "And you'll get over Landon as well." I nestled my head in his chest, either that or I was going to cry again. I sighed, "Why? Why do you do this to us? You get to see your family, but you take us from ours." I felt his grip tighten around me . He inhaled deeply, "Because you would never stay with me I if I let you. You'd go back to Landon, and I'd ahve to go back to dreaming I could have you, here, in my arms." I stayed silent, once again letting his words sink in, and trying to make sense of them. I let out a breath I felt like I'd been holding for years, "Christian, I love Landon. Don't you think maybe there is someone out there for you too?" He moved me from him,and he stood up, pacing back and forth, "No. No. No Hilary! I've loved you since I first met you!" I jumped up in confusion and outrage, "Oh really? And when did you first meet me?" He smiled, obviously calming down and a little nervous, "You don't remember me, do you?" I shook my head and drew my eyes to his wooden bedroom floor, and he continued. "Remember a guy named Danny Kastler?" I nodded, "Danny? Landon's old friend Danny? From grade school?" Christian smirked, "Daniel Christian Kastler. I've loved you since the moment I saw you." He walked towards me, lightly pushing my to the bedroom wall. He kissed me, moved his hand to my leg, and ran his fingers along it. He moved his hands to my tshirt and pulled it off of me. I didn't realize it, but I was just as in the mood for this as he was. I pulled his shirt over his head, and was kissing him passionatly. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he lifted me up and moved me to the bed, "Whoa! Calm down, Hil." he whispered between kisses. I pulled away, "I an't do this. I can't. I can't. I can't. Not now," I yelled as I looked at him pleading, "Please, Christian. Not now." Hie eyes pierced me, angry and bitter, "Okay, Hil. Okay." He moved back and sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees and head in his hands. He breathed slowly, trying to calm hiself down. "Christian. Please understand. Please," I pleeded. He nodded, his glare making me sick. He turned his head towards to door, "William, com and get her. I'm through." The door swung open. William reached for my tshirt on the floor and threw it at me. I caught it against my stomach and lowered it over my body. My eyes lingered on Christian. Everytime I looked at him, he distracted and facinated me. Seeing the look on my face, he grinned, leaned forward and kissed me. Tears formed once again. How could I do this? He wasn't my Landon, and the more I was around him, the more I missed Landon. Christian nodded to William who picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I didn't fight him. I was way, way too tired, and before I knew it, I heard the famous "ching!" of the lock. I moved towards the bed, curled up against Harlie, and fell asleep. Again.

jeez Alice. again with the little woo-hoo moments. allchhh. i'll live. it didn't phase me as much this time, so i'm good. but still...bblllaaacchhh. cooties! cooties!

Gotta get that last one out of my system

Day 4:

I've never-ever been completely naked with a guy I just met three days ago before, and it was totally weird. When I awoke and seated myself up properly, there was another small food platter next to me and a small Victoria's Secret bag next to it. Of course, Christian was already gone. I sat up and sobbed to myself once more. It was beginning to become more of a habit than an emotion. I felt so dirty, like a terrible person. I grabbed the small, lacey pink bag and on top of it sat a piece of paper, like a receipt, covered in beautiful caligraphy-like writing on it.

"Hilary,
I thought you'd like some new undergarments. Later, you can do a little show and tell for me.
Christian"

I rolled my eyes, what a complete and total pervert. As if giving him all of me (and I mean all) last night wasn't enough. I turned my attention to the platter. On today's menu was 2 waffles, a small glass bolw of strawberries, and a glass of orange juice. Sfter I was done eating, I slid on my new "articles of clothing." I reached for the tshirt that lay folded on the foot of the bed. Another note.

"Hil,
Feel free to take a shower.
Christian"

I looked over to find a huge bathroom off the edge of his room. I took off my clothes, or whatever you'd call them, and took a nice, long, relaxing hot shower. Then I placed my bra and panties back on and threw the shirt over my back. I went back to Christian's room, only to find someone else I didn't know waiting for me."Christian's girl, eh Hilary?" he asked in a slightly annoyed tone. I nodded despite my obvious cringe when he said "Christian's girl" He nodded in salutations and said, "You're going back with the other girls." As he stepped toward me, two more guys came out and Tyler introduced the, "This is William, and Mason. We're going to make sure you go in without a fuss, understand?" I nodded once more as I was escorted down the hallway and back into my room with Harlie and Evelyn. I heard to door dead bolt once more. Harlie looked at me with a concerned face, "Everything okay?" she asked. I heard the bedspring squeak as Evelyn stood up, her grungy pillowcase-of-a-shirt getting caught on the sharp, exposed point of a spring that had been worn through the thick, canvas-like cloth cover. The door opened a sliver and Mason slipped in, took Evelyn's hand, and they both slipped out again silently. Deadbolt. I'd gotten so sick of that noise it wasn't even funny. 'She must have known it was coming' I thought to myself. "HILARY?!?!" Harlie startled me, and I shivered as I turned to face her again, "Hmm?" She sighed in frustration, "Are you okay? What happened?" I felt a tear well up itno the corner of my eye,"Yeah, I'm fine. I slept in Christian's room." She smirked humorlously, "Oooh. D'you have fun?" I scowled at her, "Not a bit, but the bed was warm." Harlie pushed me playfully, "I bet that wasn't the only warm thing." I let out a laugh and the door creaked open again. Dimitri pushed in the cart, which let out and eerie squeak every rotation of the tires. I picked at my food, and Dimitri sat behind Harlie on the bed, his arms around her waist and his head leaning on her shoulder, watching us eat. I came up with the conclusion that Harlie didn't hate being loved in this god-foresaken place. She even blushed a little each time he exhaled on her neck. About an hour later, Evelyn stepped back into the room, followed by Mason who took the plate from each of our laps, put them on the cart, and pulled it out the door, leaving it open just a crack. Wild escape plans went crazy in my head, but as soon as I went to stand up to put them into action, Dimitri stood up, luring Harlie out the door behind him. Yet again, deadbolt. I started to sob into my arm silently. I crawled over to the bed, pulled myself onto it, and and layed down on my side, hugging the only flat pillow to my chest, biting my lip. Meek as a mouse, Evelyn tiptoed over to the bed, laid on her side at the bottom, and rolled into a ball on my feet. It felt very peculier, but even more comforting. I wondered where she was from, and why she was so strange. But I didn't get to far. Apparently my last night's sleep wasn't as sound as it wascomforitable. My eyes grew heavy. Heavy. Heavier. And everything went black.

getting a little pro-miss-keu-us

Day 3:

The cold moist ground sent shivers up my spine repeatedly, like the first night I came here all I could see were three green lights watching me. I sat up slowly, my neck had cramped up severely badly, and as I attempted to correct my posture, I felt someone take my shoulder again. I heard the same stomach flipping laughter again. "Hey Hilary, how about we go somewhere warmer?" I felt his hands lift me up as I was scooped up into his arms. I immedianlty wrapped my arms around his neck, merely in fear of him dropping me to a cold, hard concrete floor. He led me to the door I so desperatly wanted to go through to make my escape. As we passed through the arch of door framing, I found myself in a new relm. I looked around the hallway we were now in. The walls were white. hospital white. Next, he swung my bodyweight until we were in a bedroom. My stomach twinched as I heard the door behind, the bitter cylinder of metal slideing into place. He laid me on his warm black, comforter covered bed, my eyes laid on him as he spoke, "We're gonna have some fun Hilary, just you and me. I promise, you'll be good at it." I cringed, I knew what he was talking about. Hie deep, emereld green eyes seared into me in a creepy and obvious way. I attempted to move my lips, if only to make a sound, only to have him stop me. "Listen, Hilary. You're just gonna do what I say. D'you understand? Nod if you do. . ." I nodded as he continued his foul lecture. "Good . . ." He slid his shirt gratiously over the top of his face to reveal some very beautiful abs, almost as beautiful as his face and his perfectly glistening teeth which shone when he spoke. He went over to his bed and laid with his head resting against the wall, leaving his chin at a very odd angle to his chisled chest. "You'll do everything i say, or I might have to hurt you. And Hilary, you're very beautiful. I wouldn't want to do that." He paused for a moment and gave me time to absorb it all, then he continued, "You'll come here . . ." he let me walk over to him, taking my hand gently and guiding me to him, "I want you to swing your leg over me and sit." I felt very disturbed as he said this and even worse as I did it. "Good. Now take your big shirt off." I looked at him with pleading eyes, which he obviously ignored, and I also slid the cotton gown over my head. I tfelt weird being in my bra and panties with someone other than Landon, but I attempted to not let it bother me. Christian smiled at me, "You're a C-Cup, right?" (I nodded.) "Wow, no wonder you have that Landon character. You're skinny with every curve a man wants." His left hand rubbed my leg like it had whn I first met him. "Now Hilary, no matter what I do to you, you won't put up a fight. Do you understand?" (I nodded once more.) He smiled once more and leaned me forward enough to whisper in my ear, "If you're really good, I'll let you sleep in here tonight." His lips moved up my neck, and between the kisses he said, "Some more effort on your part would be nice." I closed my eyes, and tears formed. I had to pull it together, pretend he's Landon.He leaned me closer and I kissed his chest. As I did this, I felt his laugh vibrate through his lungs, "That's better, Hilary." I moved my hands along his body. He moved for my hair which he knotted in his fingers. I placed his lips with mine. This process continued for a few minutes until he whispered in my ear once more, "I'm sure you've got questions, and beleive me, we've got plenty of answers. You're sleeping in here tonight." I sighed uncomfortably which he mistaked for pleasure, "Like this?" I kissed his lips and dared to say, "Why do you do this to us?" He traced one of his fingers down the middle of my back, he leaned forward and kissed above my right breast, "Because girls like you need this." I moved my hand towards his Levi jeans and unsnapped the top button, "Oh, really? And why do I need this?" He pulled his face back and studied mine, "Because guys like me want this.I want you . . ." he looked me up and down, "All of you." He went back to kissing and feeling me up. I managed to get out, "Don't you do this with the other girls? What makes me different?" He laughed again as I kissed his chest again and suceeded with removing his pants, showing how good he looked in boxers. I wondered why someone so beautiful had to be so unbeleivably crazy. "Actually Hilary, the other girls have only slept with Mason and Dimitri. You're all mine."He moved his hand to my bra and unhooked the back clasps. He continued to kiss me, and I with him. I had never been so disgusted with myself. And when he said we' be here awhile,we were. All. Night. Long.

Auch. Alice, jeez. I feel dirty just typing it. What have you been doing that I don't know about. Just kidding, but goodness. I feel sinfull. How'd you write that stuff? Alllcchhh. Gross. Guess I'm still in the "Boys have cooties!" stage of my life, but I think I wanna stay there, for at least a little while longer. Alllch. I feel dirty. Jeez, Alice. But I guess if we're sticking to the theme of the book, we kinda gotta do that stuff but, jeez. God, I've never wrote jeez so many times in my life, but jeez. smokin' okin'. just kidding. I guess there should be a viewer descretion advised sign before you enter the site. I know it wasn't that bad, I've seen worse on TV, but allcchh.. gross.

Back by high demand, but i can't give away too much or alice will bust my butt

Day 2:

I awoke to the spellbinding beeping to Beethoven's 6th. "Landon" flashed across the screen. I jumped up and sprinted across the room, flinging myself against the box. I had tried to shatter the box last night, only to be informed by Harlie that it was bullet-proff. I sobbed silently to myself, plastering my torso to the wall.

BEEP!

"Hey babe. I just wanted to call in and make sure you're alright. I don't know what happened the other night. We were having such a great time at the fire, then you said you had to pee and dissappeared. Did I say something wrong? I really hope you didn't run off with Travis or something. I just hope you got a ride home okay. How far into the woods did you go anyway? I don't know. I just wanna make sure you're doing good and aren't mad at me or something. If I said something stupid, I'm really sorry. I was so drunk. I didn't mean anything. Well, except the whole 'Will you marry me?' thing. I really hope I didn't screw that up. Well, I gotta go to work, so I love you and I'll talk to you later, okay babe? I love you more!"

beep.

"I love you too," I sobbed to myself. Harlie sighed and came up behind me. "It ain't gonna get any better, darlin'" My sobbing slowed and I looked over at the bed Harlie had stept on. On the old ripped, red comforter was a girl curled up in a ball. Harlie half-smiled, "Oh, that's Evelyn. She doesn't talk much." I nodded and wiped away my tears, only to be startled by a knock on the door. I turned and looked at the spider-webbed door Christian had went through last night, only to find a new face greeting us. He smiled and brought in a cart with three platter, small platters. "Hey Harlie!" he said with extatic tone. "Oh, save it, Dimitri," she left my side and woke up Evelyn. I fell to the ground and started to sob to myself once again. I felt someone place an arm around me, and I looked up instinctively to see who it is. Dimitri looked at me, slightly sympathetic, "You might want to eat Hilary." I looked at him, slightly stunned that he knew my name. I continued not to say anything until one thought entered my head. I mumbled to the floor, "What do you guys do here anyway?" He handed me my platter and a glass of orange juice with a stern look and up and bolted to the door. I remained silent and confused. Deadbolt. My head now turned and looked at Harlie, no changing the expression on my face. Her face was grim, "You remember Christian?" I nodded, still keeping my face composed as she continued, "Well, we are his, and, well, all of their's, personal sex toys. We are here to sooth his sexual apitite." I shuddered to myself, chill running eratically up and down my spine. Everything made perfect sense to me now; the reason for our under-dressed outfits, and why I couldn't answer my phone. I knew I'd been kidknapped before, but now I was truely freaked. I was stuck in a cold shack with your basic porn addict.

WANTED

Excuse me to any misters and madams, but we are in need of your help.oak a. now that i have your attention...we need a title!

Alice and i have written quite a collection of novels, and our most recent lives without a name.We need your help! *Dora the Explorer moment...*

The novel's about a young woman who, desperate to make something of her life, is kidknapped to a camp. But this definatly isn't summer camp on the ranch. Hilary is forced against her will to become a sexual slave, forced to leave behind her family, friends, and boyfriend Landon. Day by day, the doses of tourture become worse and worse, but the plot changes when she realizes that she may be falling for the leader of the manipultation. Christian, a very sexy [and sexual] villian, bestows upon her riches she could only dream of, but is that enough to win her heart? How long is Hilary to be held prisoner at this immoral hell? a week. a year. or a life time?

woo hoo guys- excerpt!

Day 1:I don't know how i got here, but i did. There's no light except the blinking green dots that are watching me, and as my eyes focus from their blurry haze, i could make out the candelight silloutte of someone kneeling in front of me. I dont know what it was, but their laughter pierced my stomach and made me sick. I felt his hand on my thigh moving smoothly as if rehearsed or practiced, and he let out a dazzeling smile, "The name's Christian." There is a moisture on my back, probably from the cold brick wall behind me. A cold, mist-like draft eased over my hand and myteriously bare feet. I realized i wasnt wearing anything but my undergarments and an oversized, grungy tshirt. I could feel the goose bumps rising from my skin. A myterious feminine voice chimed in from beside me, "You better answer him. More silence means more punishment." I could make out the faint outline of something flying across the room, "Shut up Harlie. No one asked you!" The only thing i hear is the squeaking of a boxspring mattress as the slim silloutte now known as Harlie slinked towards the wall, and a steady beeping in the background. I finally spoke, "What's that noise?" My voice was cracky, tired, and strained. I wondered how long I'd been here. A flourecent red light flickered on in the far corner. I can now see everyone's faces, but barely. I saw my phone opened up and on speaker phone bolted to the wall surounded by a glass box. The beeps were my ringtone and i could faintly make out the letters M-O-M on the call screen. "Can i get it?" i asked desperately, but as i tried to stand up, he pushed my shoulders to the wall and breathed heavy, hard breaths on the nape of my neck. I struggled, but it was no use. The beeps continued.

"Hey, you've eached Hilary! I can't come to the phone right now so leave your name and number so i can reach you and i'll get back to you ASAP."

BEEP!

"Hey Hil, it's mom. I know things got a little rough the other night, and i understand why you're mad, but i just wanted to make sure you're okay. I mean, I know you disappear alot, but you're normally home by now. It's been, like, four days. So call me back so i can make sure you're okay. Alright sweetheart? I love you and i will talk to you later. Allright, bu-bye."

I slid my weight on the wall, back to the floor. My lips barely moved as i mumbled, "What do you want from me?" I heard Harlie's voice again, spunky and inspiring, "It ain't ransom, honey. You don't even want to know." I remained silent as i saw a light flicker on the side of the blade of a knife. Christian stabbed the knife into the wooden table to his right with all his force, grunting angrily. He spun on his heel, pulled the blade out, and stomped out the door. I remained silent as i listened to the six dead bolts lock simotainiously on the other side of the door, the side that i infer equals freedom.

Oak a, guys. send in any suggestions into my comments please and thank you. Muchly appreciated.
Love,
Tiff and Alice.♥ ♥

New Bog Up and Running

Well, i guess the title kinda says it all... but this shall be where we can spill ramdom excerpts and ask questions regarding any of our [presently] 5 books.

~Boys of October
~Boys of October- Dispise
~Boys of October- Revenge
~Boys of October- [untitled]
~[Untitled]

So we hereby promise to post regularly and we plee for your help or suggestions via comment.

♥ Tiffani and Alice