Revolutionary Love (The Revolution Series Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Jessica Miller
protest. Before I could even open my mouth to speak, arms lifted me into the air and carried me bridal style.
I was seething. The man who was about to hit me with a baton was touching me. “Put me down. I can walk!”
They both ignored me and marched back to the house. I wanted to fight back, bite him, and force him to put me down. I had to think with strategy, though. I was in no shape or form to escape. I needed to get better. Get my strength back. I glanced at my flimsy arms. I needed my muscle. Once I was in better condition, there would be no stopping me.
Chapter Three
Bed rest. Dr. Lynn put me on four weeks of bed rest. He said I needed to let my emotional and physical injuries heal. I was in a bombing and that is a very traumatic experience. I felt like waking up in someone else’s body who looked just like me was a little more traumatic, but I refrained myself from informing the intelligent doctor of that.
After Sanchez dropped me off in my bedroom, the doctor showed up immediately. He tisked at me and told me what I did was very dangerous. Apparently, I don’t understand the dangers outside these four walls. Stephan, my ‘father’ (the dark man), left for business. I wouldn’t be seeing him again for a week. I sighed in relief when Dr. Lynn told me news he felt was unfortunate.
I rolled onto my side, relieving pressure from the burns on my back. Light filtered through the navy blue curtains making me squint. On my down time, when nobody was coming in here and checking on me, I tried to think of plans. For the past couple days since I ran out into the forest, I would sit at the window and watch the soldiers. Their routine changed daily. Miles out into the forest there were four towers. They were all connected by brick walls. I didn’t have to see soldiers to know that they stood post on the towers.
I did not understand why there were so many soldiers guarding this basic two story house. Who was Stephan? Why did he have The Unit surrounding us? None of my questions ever got answered. My so called fiancé (who I found out was my fiancé by Dr. Lynn) never came to visit me. The only human contact I have had was with Dr. Lynn and maids. I was not allowed to leave my bedroom.
Walking to the window, I peered at the giant tower. Were they trapping people inside or were they keeping people out? I bit my lip. How did those three ‘rebel’ people even get in here? Security seemed way too high. Every few minutes, there were soldiers marching through the field.
I needed a plan, but I could not think of one. Nothing came to mind. What was I supposed to do? Go running blindly through the forest again? Irritation flashed across my face. What if I was missing? Maybe all I needed to do was find my way home and I would be back to my regular life. I glanced down at the missing tattoos on my lower arms.
I needed answers before I could make decisions. Opening the bedroom door, I hesitantly stepped into the silent hallway. Looking both ways, I decided to go right. My bare feet sunk into the plush, white carpet as I slowly made my way down the hall. I tugged on my pink summer dress feeling self-conscious. I was unused to wearing dresses and skirts, but that seemed to be the only thing in the closet.
“What the hell,” I muttered, stopping at a picture.
There was a picture of me on the wall. A painted picture. My bright blue eyes looked cold and ruthless. The corners of my mouth were turned up in a fake smile. Seth was in the picture with me. He wore a suit and tie to match my silky, red ball gown. Whoever painted the picture was an artist. They captured the dark shadows on Seth’s eyes. He did not bother to fake a smile. He looked even more ruthless than I did… except that wasn’t me in the picture.
I never knew Seth before I woke up. I compared the body to my body and frowned. My body was her body. This was not my body, but it was my body. I shook my
I was seething. The man who was about to hit me with a baton was touching me. “Put me down. I can walk!”
They both ignored me and marched back to the house. I wanted to fight back, bite him, and force him to put me down. I had to think with strategy, though. I was in no shape or form to escape. I needed to get better. Get my strength back. I glanced at my flimsy arms. I needed my muscle. Once I was in better condition, there would be no stopping me.
Chapter Three
Bed rest. Dr. Lynn put me on four weeks of bed rest. He said I needed to let my emotional and physical injuries heal. I was in a bombing and that is a very traumatic experience. I felt like waking up in someone else’s body who looked just like me was a little more traumatic, but I refrained myself from informing the intelligent doctor of that.
After Sanchez dropped me off in my bedroom, the doctor showed up immediately. He tisked at me and told me what I did was very dangerous. Apparently, I don’t understand the dangers outside these four walls. Stephan, my ‘father’ (the dark man), left for business. I wouldn’t be seeing him again for a week. I sighed in relief when Dr. Lynn told me news he felt was unfortunate.
I rolled onto my side, relieving pressure from the burns on my back. Light filtered through the navy blue curtains making me squint. On my down time, when nobody was coming in here and checking on me, I tried to think of plans. For the past couple days since I ran out into the forest, I would sit at the window and watch the soldiers. Their routine changed daily. Miles out into the forest there were four towers. They were all connected by brick walls. I didn’t have to see soldiers to know that they stood post on the towers.
I did not understand why there were so many soldiers guarding this basic two story house. Who was Stephan? Why did he have The Unit surrounding us? None of my questions ever got answered. My so called fiancé (who I found out was my fiancé by Dr. Lynn) never came to visit me. The only human contact I have had was with Dr. Lynn and maids. I was not allowed to leave my bedroom.
Walking to the window, I peered at the giant tower. Were they trapping people inside or were they keeping people out? I bit my lip. How did those three ‘rebel’ people even get in here? Security seemed way too high. Every few minutes, there were soldiers marching through the field.
I needed a plan, but I could not think of one. Nothing came to mind. What was I supposed to do? Go running blindly through the forest again? Irritation flashed across my face. What if I was missing? Maybe all I needed to do was find my way home and I would be back to my regular life. I glanced down at the missing tattoos on my lower arms.
I needed answers before I could make decisions. Opening the bedroom door, I hesitantly stepped into the silent hallway. Looking both ways, I decided to go right. My bare feet sunk into the plush, white carpet as I slowly made my way down the hall. I tugged on my pink summer dress feeling self-conscious. I was unused to wearing dresses and skirts, but that seemed to be the only thing in the closet.
“What the hell,” I muttered, stopping at a picture.
There was a picture of me on the wall. A painted picture. My bright blue eyes looked cold and ruthless. The corners of my mouth were turned up in a fake smile. Seth was in the picture with me. He wore a suit and tie to match my silky, red ball gown. Whoever painted the picture was an artist. They captured the dark shadows on Seth’s eyes. He did not bother to fake a smile. He looked even more ruthless than I did… except that wasn’t me in the picture.
I never knew Seth before I woke up. I compared the body to my body and frowned. My body was her body. This was not my body, but it was my body. I shook my
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