Free Revolutionary Love (The Revolution Series Book 1) by Jessica Miller Page A

plotting, but we will find out.”
    Plotting? I attempt to save Rugter and now I am plotting something? I was panting by the time we reached the lake. The ringing in my ears finally went down. The barking of the dogs was getting closer. The freezing water made me teeth start chattering the moment we stepped foot in it. I slipped on a rock but caught my balance.
    We swam across the creek. The dress was sticking to my body. I was so cold my skin got itchy. When we got out of the water, I saw people waiting by the trees. We were caught. Adam saw them too, but his footsteps didn’t falter. He was heading straight towards them.
    “Hurry.” A female voice said. I recognized her voice. She was the girl who was with Adam that first night I tried escaping.
    When we reached them, Adam shoved me forwards. The girl, about the same height as me, wrapped something around my wrists binding them together. She tied something to my bound wrists and yanked. I was the prisoner now.
    After a few minutes of running, we broke out from the trees. We were right by a freeway. A van was parked, engine on. I got ushered into the very back of the van. Adam took the passenger seat making me sit in the back with the girl. She gave me a dirty look and stared straight forward.
    The driver started speeding away down the freeway, dodging abandoned cars. I was silent. I left Rugter. I abandoned him. Who knew what The Unit would do to him now? And Seth… why had he saved me? Did he know the rebels were in the woods? Did he know I would end up with them? Everything in my life was going too fast. My life was spiraling out of control.
    I sniffled.
    “Oh, God. The princess is about to cry.” The girl scooted away from me like I contained a disease.
    I bit my lip, hard. I needed to learn how to control my emotions. I needed to learn how to keep everything in. Things were different here. I needed to be strong, not weak.
    “Play nice, Chantel.” Adam warned, from the front seat.
    My brown hair was plastered to my face, my teeth were chattering so hard that it rattled my brain, and I knew my lips were blue. I have never been so cold in my entire life.
    Everyone was quiet for the rest of the ride. We drove until the sun came up. I kept looking behind us, expecting to see SUVs on our trail catching up, but none ever came. I couldn’t get Seth out of my head. What if he died? The gun was in close range when he made me shoot him in the stomach. I would be a murderer just like Evelyn. I was no better than her.
    He was going to die the way Sanchez died. Blood spilling out of his mouth and dropping to the floor. It was my fault. All this was my fault. Guilt weighed heavily on my heart. I was a ruiner. I tried to do good and instead I hurt people. How can one human being cause so much damage?
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Seven
    We drove for a long time. I could feel the sun beating against my face through the window. My eyes were closed, blocking out this thing I called my life. My dress was damp and sticking to my skin.
    Adam spoke. "Is she sleeping?"
    I felt Chantel peer at me. I kept my breathing even and moved slightly.
    "Yes," She answered shifting away from me.
    "From the looks of it, Evelyn broke her brother out. I do not know why she would do something like that, but I don't trust her reasoning. Seth said she has been different sense the bombing. More quiet and soft, but all it takes is her getting her memory back for her to flip into the monster that she was again."
    My ears perked at Seth's name. Was he in the rebellion? If he was a part of the rebels, what was he doing being Stephane's wing man and in The Unit? That was a dangerous game to be playing.
    "A grenade went off in the jail cells. Some of the soldiers were wounded while others were killed."
    My stomach plummeted. Lives were lost because of me.
    "All