Ok, I'm sorry for not updating in a long time. I've just been extremely busy. I found out about three weeks ago that I have a problem with my stomach. Then the hospital gave me a food replacement drink so that I could give my stomach a rest while the medication in the drink helped heal my stomach. I had to be on the drink for 6 weeks. Recently we found out that the drink didn't work and was making me worse so instead they've put me on different medication that makes me scatty. Since I still have to have frequent check ups at the hospital, this book will be updated over a long period of time.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
OCTAVIA WILKINSON
(Ava)
It was cold today.
Very cold.
-9 degrees.
That's what he keeps telling me.
Since that day in the car, he has kept me hidden in a large, empty room.
I have no idea where I am.
One second I was in the car.
The next I was waking up on the concrete floor of a steel walled room with a plastered ceiling and one lone, dim light hanging by a small wire.
There is only one door to the room and it has a sliding part in the middle for me to get my food.
There's a mattress on the floor. No blankets. No pillows. Just a mattress.
There's no other furniture in the room, apart from the telephone on the wall. I can't call the police. I tried it once.
The operator thought I was a prank caller because Ava Wilkins (or should I say Octavia Wilkinson) is dead.
I don't have my phone anymore. I don't know where it is. I think he took it.
I know that it's stupid. But I was going to do something crazy today.
I was going to leave Ryder voicemails.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Voicemails From My Bad Boy
Cerita PendekThis is a story told in Voicemails. And if you cry you have to vote, or comment, or just add the story to your reading list. Ok so this is from the point of view of a girl who has just left town. But the person sending her messages thinks she is de...
