Revolutionary Love (The Revolution Series Book 1)

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those gunshots you guys were hearing, that was the people rebelling. They heard the alarm go off. They knew a prisoner escaped. They were running over to see if it was their wife's, husbands, kids, or anyone they knew. We know the consequences for escaped prisoners..." Adam trailed off.
    A guy spoke up. "How odd that she broke her brother out the day we were heading in."
    Were they going to break him out?
    "It was a good thing she picked today. Her plan had less of a death rate than ours." Adam replied. He sounded exhausted. Stressed.
    Chantel got pissed. "Who cares if her plan had less of a death rate? She is one of them. She represents everything The Unit is. We have seen first handed what she has done. She's a person's worst nightmare."
    It got quiet after Chantel’s rant. The road got bumpy. We were off of the freeway now. I peeked an eye open to see we were on a one lane road headed straight for the country.
    Adam fiddled with a radio. I froze when I heard Stephan’s voice.
    "Many lives were lost today and we all are mourning the loss that our country has faced. Soldiers died on the front of the line as well as citizens. Together we will find peace, tranquility. And I am going to need your help. My daughter was taken hostage by the rebels. The rebels broke Rugter out of prison today. Both are missing. Around all open cities, you will have pictures of Evelyn and Rugter and suspected people in the rebels. We will come together as one and find peace, but I am going to need your help. We can't do this without you, the people."
    Stephan went on to name the fallen soldiers and citizens. My mind kept replaying what he said. He said the rebels took me hostage, which they did, giving to the fact that my arms are tied up. He doesn't know that, though. I shot Seth to make it look like he tried to stop me. Seth probably told him bits and pieces of the story. This wasn't adding up.
    Chantel screamed. I jumped up so high my head hit the roof of the van.
    "He's dead." She started sobbing. Chantel grabbed onto her thick, curly brown hair and started rocking back and forth. She attempted to speak, but her words were incoherent. Adam was swearing up at the front seat. He slammed his fists onto the dashboard. A young man in the middle seat of the van covered his face with his hands. The driver pulled over to the side of the road.
    I looked around, confused. Who had died? I did not listen to the names. I was too lost in thought. Was it a citizen that they cared deeply about? This was all my fault...
    Chantel randomly turned to me and wrapped her hands around my throat. She began to choke me. Her brown eyes peered into my blue eyes. "You were the last one to see him. What happened?"
    I pried her fingers off of my throat and shoved her backwards. I bent over, coughing and gasping for air. For such a tiny girl, she was extremely strong. "Who?" I gasped.
    "Seth!" she screeched, voice breaking.
    I looked at Adam and back to her. "I don't know what is going on?"
    But I had a feeling I did know. Seth was dead. All because he made me shoot him. I wasn't righting Evelyn's wrongs. I was making everything worse.
    "We need to stay calm." The driver turned around and looked every single one of us in our eyes. He seemed older. Pushing his thirties. His eyes were as green as freshly watered grass. He had dark eyebrows that made the color in his eyes more intense. I could tell he was composing his face, trying to keep it together. He was hanging off of a loose thread.
    “Evelyn.” Adam said my name like it was a statement.
    I looked at him, holding back my own tears. I was a killer. I was a monster. Self-loathe filled me.
    “I saw Seth carry you out of the military unit. What happened?”
    Now all eyes were on me. I swallowed, my mouth dry. I did not know what to tell them. I did not know whether to lie, or give the truth. I just shook my head back and forth and looked at my lap.
    “Did anyone see him carry you out? Did he get caught?”
    Chantel

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