Wires

DAMN, DAMN, DAMN. 

Time had gotten away from her, and Harlow had become entirely engrossed in the dread within her.

'This was bad, really, really bad.'

She walked towards the place she called home; her house stood right in front. Ironically, the moon dapples its light upon the place where she thought it was safe. Shinning bright in the darkness, the sun had gone down, and it was then she realised that she had been gone for a few hours. Maybe even a whole day. One thing was sure, it was past her curfew, and her mom would kill her.

At this point, she couldn't stop the hate she felt for herself. The fact that these people were making her do something that potentially would endanger her family and friends' lives had her fuming. Yet, at the same time, she was scared. Harlow stopped and thought of a way she could get away from the man following suit behind; another obvious thing was that he knew Michael. Which wasn't much of