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Chapters (50)
  1. Full Page Image
  2. Dedication
  3. Lock Me Inside
  4. FOREWORD
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. CHAPTER 6
  11. CHAPTER 7
  12. CHAPTER 8
  13. CHAPTER 9
  14. CHAPTER 10
  15. CHAPTER 11
  16. CHAPTER 12
  17. CHAPTER 13
  18. CHAPTER 14
  19. CHAPTER 15
  20. CHAPTER 16
  21. CHAPTER 17
  22. CHAPTER 18
  23. CHAPTER 19
  24. CHAPTER 20
  25. CHAPTER 21
  26. CHAPTER 22
  27. CHAPTER 23
  28. CHAPTER 24
  29. CHAPTER 25
  30. CHAPTER 26
  31. CHAPTER 27
  32. CHAPTER 28
  33. CHAPTER 29
  34. CHAPTER 30
  35. CHAPTER 31
  36. CHAPTER 32
  37. CHAPTER 33
  38. CHAPTER 34
  39. CHAPTER 35
  40. CHAPTER 36
  41. CHAPTER 37
  42. CHAPTER 38
  43. CHAPTER 39
  44. CHAPTER 40
  45. CHAPTER 41
  46. CHAPTER 42
  47. EPILOGUE
  48. ONE MONTH LATER.
  49. 43. Bonus Chapter 11 1/2
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“Yes, I’m sure. You just go and settle into your new room. We moved all your stuff from your old room. Well, everything that survived the move. We had to replace a lot of stuff.”

“Oh…” I’m not sure what to say. I wasn’t particularly attached to my old furniture, but with all these sudden changes, I was kind of looking forward to my familiar bed. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“We didn’t want your moldy old furniture in our house—”

“Nixon!” James snaps at his son. “Stop being so rude.”

“What? It’s true.” He shrugs, completely unapologetic. “Maybe we can replace some of her clothes too?” He looks down at my shirt in disgust.

“We could go clothes shopping this weekend,” my mom interjects. “Girls’ day?”

“Sure.” I force a smile. Anything to get away from these two assholes.

“Perfect! Do you want me to show you to your room?”

“We’re going up anyway,” Colt offers. “We’ll show you where your room is.”

“I’m sure I can find it myself.” Grabbing my backpack off the floor, I stand up, looking for a way to escape this place.

“It’s upstairs, the last one at the end of the hallway,” James explains.

He has barely finished giving me directions when I start speed walking out of the dining room and up the stairs without looking back.

Only when I’m on the second floor, and I don’t hear anyone coming after me, do I sigh in relief.

“Last one at the end of the hallway…” But he didn’t say which one. The staircase leads into a wall with hallways on either side. I try my luck on the left side.

As I walked down the hall, I count the doors, wondering whose room is behind each one. I pass five before I get to the sixth and last door. If I took the correct turn, this should be my room.

Lifting my hand, I reach for the doorknob. My index finger brushes over the cool brass, the small hairs on the back of my neck lift, and a shiver runs down my spine.

“Wrong room, love bug,” Nix whispers behind me.

I spin around so fast that I lose my footing and stumble backward until my back hits the wall. Nix takes one large step toward me, eating up the distance between us.