AUTHOR'S NOTE: PLEASE READ THIS IMPORTANT MESSAGE
Warning: Drama Llama shit.
First of all, I guess you (yes, you) are wondering when I'll be updating this. Don't fret, I will be finishing this. I don't know exactly how long it'll take me, how many more hiatus will suddenly come, or how many more break downs I'll have before I do. But I have my mind set on getting this done. This story really is close to my heart. I've said that I've got it all figured out... technically, yes. I know what I want to happen, but it's so hard to write them down in between university, org, and home. I can't believe it's been more than a year. So much has happened. This only has nine chapter... just NINE and yet so much of me has changed.
For a short period I also withdrew from the fandom. It's just life, you know. However, I am slowly getting back in the Hetaliasphere (wut?) so hopefully all will be well.
To all of you who has added this to their favorites, reviewed, etc. I thank you so freaking much. Those reviews I get at random intervals makes my whole day better. And honestly, I think I've gone over the reviews a hundred times just to boost my self-esteem (fml.) Please don't hesitate to add more ^_^ lol.
For the meantime, as I try to get back into writing and all that stuff... here's a crappy-unfinished-185-word-version of Chapter Ten which I haven't touched for the last five months or so (FMLx1000.)
Please be patient with me. I am truly sorry.
and thank you a hundred times! (hugs and kisses)
How long has it been? A few hours? No, that's ridiculously impossible. Maybe a few days? He couldn't tell. Does it even matter when it feels like a lifetime already? Night and day, a dark cloth covered his eyes. If not, he was drugged and asleep. They'd changed car for at least three times. Chances of them ever finding him were slimming to none.
The truth of the situation was pushing inside of him violently as he tried to think of a way to get free. The friction of the rope against his skin burned as he tried to loosen it. Though still a little groggy from the substances he was forced to take, Matthew wasted no time to get moving.
He was anxious and scared out of his mind, but he couldn't just let the man whatever he pleases without a little fighting back.
There was a window across the room, but he wasn't sure if the room was on the first floor or not. Plus, it was shut tight by a nail. He was not athletic – not even close – but he could try.
to be concluded
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Shit. That was wayyyyy shorter than I remembered. Ha-ha-ha.
Pasensya na talaga! Lo siento! ES TUT MIR LEID! oAo