Apr 08


Dear Readers,

I have created a twitter account for Hostages. On this account, there will be pictures, drawings and snippets from Lavender’s (also known as Rylie) journal. I may even put some reviews out there.

If you want to submit a review, just put it in the comments. Remember that twitter only allows for 140 characters per tweet. If you have a drawing, comment below, and I will contact you.

Click here for the link or search @Hostages_Blog.

-The author

Mar 16


Dear Readers,

Thank you for reading my blog. I hope you have enjoyed it.

I am delighted to tell you that the first half of Hostages is complete. For the next few months, I will work on rereading what has already been written while I revise and edit it. After I have completed the second draft, I will continue the story. While writing the continuation, I will be publishing a page every other day.

I will keep you all updated on my progress.

-The author

Jul 01

Hostages (Page 177)

“Drew, wake up,” Aaron said, violently shaking my shoulder.

Sleepily, I opened my eyes and rubbed them. “What time is it?” I asked.

“Almost seven. You didn’t wake up to your alarm clock,” Aaron said as I sat up,

Aaron was rummaging through the drawers in my room. “They expect you to fight in this?” he asked holding up a pencil skirt.

I stood up and snatched it from him. “I’ve done it before,” I said as Aaron stepped aside, and I continued to look for clothing. “Please start the shower for me.”

“You’re going to shower before you battle?” Aaron asked.

“They obviously want me to look nice,” I said pulling out a white button up shirt. “Although, I think it’s more of a challenge. Shower.”

Aaron left the room and entered the bathroom. I heard the water turn on as I found a pair of socks and combat boots. I walked into the bathroom just as Aaron was walking out.

“Go to the cafeteria and eat something. You’ll need it,” I said.

“Should I bring something back for you?”

“Nah, I’ll be fine,” I said as I placed my hand in the water to test the temperature. Perfect.

“Whatever you say,” Aaron said, shutting the door out behind him.

.     .     .

“5… 4,” started a very mechanical female voice.

“Drew, I have to tell you something,” Tennyson whispered in my ear. “Just in case.”

I turned on him angrily. “There will be none of that,” I whispered in his ear.

“Fine, no words then,” Tennyson said and wrapped his arm around my neck, pulling me closer.

“Tenn–” I was cut off as Tennyson’s lips locked with mine. I found my arms wrapping around him for a few seconds.


Tennyson gently pushed me away, running his hand through my hair. “I love you,” he whispered, then turned the corner, his gun cocked and ready.

“I love you too,” I whispered back before turning the corner.

Jun 30

Hostages (Page 176)

“Is that all?” Tennyson asked, leaning on the table.

“No,” I said, taking a deep breath before I continued. “I wasn’t the only one who entered the house. Andrew – the gang leader – had followed me that night. He was following me at a distance, but once he realized where I was going, he rushed after me. He was too late. I had already killed his brother.”

There was a minute of silence, then Tennyson asked, “What did you do?”

“Why do you want to know?” I screamed, wiping the tears from my cheeks.

“I don’t, but you need to tell someone,” Tennyson said gently. “Don’t worry. I won’t let this affect what I think of you.”

“Andrew attacked me, so I fought back. I really didn’t mean to kill him. He moved too quickly. I stabbed his chest instead of his arm,” I sobbed.

“Making you the new leader of the gang,” Tennyson said quietly.

“The gang was divided into two. After a year had past, all parts of the gang had fallen apart, lost to gang wars and the cops. There was only one other person who survived in my gang. That person was the person who urged me to get out of town. The cops and several gangs were after me,” I said.

“Then, you came here,” Tennyson said. There was a long silence until he said, “That story only increases my faith. Now, I know you have experience.”

“I think I’m ready to sleep now,” I said, pouring out my glass of water.

“You still haven’t answered my one question. Do you think the strategy will work?”

“If Strutter plays by the rules, we should succeed,” I said, shutting the door behind me.

I walked down the empty halls, passing my room door and continuing to wander. I didn’t really want to sleep; I don’t think I could if I tried. Images continued to run through my mind’s eye of the results of the gang wars and the murder of Andrew’s older brother.

In the end, I ended up in the doorway of the gym where everyone else was sleeping. I watched the blankets move up and down. I realized that this may be the last time that some of them might ever wake up. Tears filled my eyes.

I turned away and walked back to my room, unable to stay and watch my troops. My troops. I sit on the edge of my bed, thinking about how many I actually knew. Thinking of who I would notice was gone if they died.

“I was too self-centered to even get to know all of the people in my troops. They are all trusting me with their lives when I haven’t even met one-third of them,” I said out loud to myself. “I’ve already failed before the battle has even begun.”

Jun 29

Hostages (Page 175)

I pulled my hand away. “That is some very misplaced faith,” I said.

“I don’t think so,” Tennyson said, sitting back in his chair.

I stood up abruptly, my chair falling onto the floor with a loud bang! “I have had many people’s faith in me before, and none of them are alive. Are you sure you want to say you have faith in me?”

“What happened? What makes you so unsure of your ability to lead and create a strategy?” Tennyson said, his voice deepening.

I bit my lip and looked down at the table, unable to look Tennyson in the eye. “I-I don’t want to talk about it,” I said softly.

“Tell me! You can’t keep it all locked up inside Drew. How can we know how to help you when we don’t even know you?” Tennyson yelled.

“Okay. Okay. Fine,” I screamed back as I took sat down again. Returning to my normal voice, I said, “After my sister’s were killed by the gangs, one of the gangs took me in. They gave me shelter, clothes, and food. I rotated between houses, but I didn’t mind. One day, the gang leader came to the house I was staying at. He told me that he was going to make some use out of me.

“I moved in with him permanently. He lived alone, despite being seventeen. So, I did the shopping and the house cleaning during the day while he was out earning money. At nights, he trained me how to fight and told me all the secrets of the gang.”

“It was almost like you were married,” Tennyson said. “Where is he now?”

“I’m getting to that, just listen. Plus, it was more like he was my older brother,” I said and continued. “Anyways, I began to join the gang wars and the meetings with all the gang members. I knew so much and was – in their eyes – a very capable person. They began to look to me as second in command.

“Even though it had been a year or two since my sister’s death, I had not given up my search to find the people who shot my sisters. I was well aware that they could have been a person within my own gang. If that had been the case, I do not know what I would’ve done.”

“Who was it?” Tennyson asked.

“It was the gang leader’s older brother,” I said sadly.

“What did you do?”

“I killed him.”

“How?” Tennyson asked, showing no signs of disgust or shock.

“Simple. I slit his throat,” I said.

Jun 28

Hostages (Page 174)

I rushed to the door and threw it open. In the hallway, Aaron and Tennyson were sitting in chairs, silently looking at their phones.

“Did you really waste all your time here?” I asked.

“Drew!” Tennyson said, obviously excited.

“We didn’t spend all our time here,” Aaron said defensively before wrapping his arms around me.

“Well, your worry and time was wasted. I’m fine,” I said, smiling. “Now, we have some business to get down to.”

“Are you sure you’re up to it?” Tennyson asked.

“Of course I am.”

.     .     .

Aaron, Tennyson, and I had spent hours on end planning, strategizing for this battle. I had been so certain of our strategy once we’d found what we thought had been a good one, but now that it was the night before the battle, I was very uncertain of the strategy we had devised.

There were so many variables we had no idea of. We don’t even know the full extent of what weapons and healing methods are used in the future. Strutter assured me that the two teams would have equally powered weapons and healing capabilities, but I also remember who telling me that she didn’t want to give my team a chance.

For hours, I had laid in bed, thinking of this, trying to decide if Strutter was trustworthy. I hadn’t reached a conclusion, so I had gotten out of bed. For another hour, I had paced the floor, still debating the same thing.

Finally, I decided to get a drink of water. I walked to the nearest kitchen and filled a cup of water. I sat down, rubbing the side of the glass as I gazed at the water.

“Couldn’t sleep either, huh?” Tennyson asked as he entered the room.

“No,” I said before taking a sip of my water.

“Do you think it will work? Tell me honestly,” Tennyson said as he sat down across from me. “I’m not Aaron. I don’t need hope to enter this battle.”

“Everyone needs hope to enter a battle.”

“All I need is faith.”

“I didn’t know you were religious.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about my faith in you,” Tennyson said, placing his hand over mine. “I have faith in you Drew.”

Jun 27

Hostages (Page 173)

When I woke up, the lights were on. Instinctively, I threw my arm over my head.

“You don’t need to do that,” said the familiar female voice- Esme.

“Why not?” I asked.

“A man came by and dropped off a shot that was supposed to… Heal your concussion,” Esme said as she shined a light in my eyes. “Did that hurt?”


“Any fatigue or nausea?”




“Can you tell me how you got your concussion?”

“Yes, I was in a movie theater, talking to Mrs. Strutter. There was already a lot of tension when Aaron approached her from behind. She threw Aaron over her shoulder, straight into me. There was nothing I could do. My head hit the stairs,” I said, thinking mainly of Strutter’s face. “May I sit up?”

“I suggest you do it slowly, and if you find it painful, stop.”

I propped myself up on my elbows. No pain. I continued to sit up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I glanced around before I attempted to stand up.

Esme and I were in a sterile white room without any windows. The bed which I was laying on was in the center of the room. To my left, on the far wall, was a counter and light blue cabinets. The rest of the walls were devoid of anything. Right next to the bed was a small rolling desk chair.

“Would you like some help?” Esme asked, plopping down in the desk chair.

“Nah, I’ll be fine,” I said as I stood up on my feet.

I felt slightly shaky at first, so I didn’t attempt to walk. Once I felt sturdy, I took a step. My knees didn’t lock, and they didn’t collapse underneath me.

“I’m surprised the medicine actually worked. I guess this means you’ll be up to the upcoming battle. Good thing too. I don’t think the rest of the kids felt safe in Aaron’s hands,” Esme said, rolling over to the counter and shuffling around papers.

“Am I clear to go? I have to do some strategizing,” I said.

“From what I can tell, you’re fine. Aaron and Tennyson have been waiting for you,” Esme said with a dismissive gesture.

Jun 26

Hostages (Page 172)

“What about it?” Aaron asked.

“Well, your leader has a concussion. Are you sure that you would like to proceed?” Strutter asked.

“She brings up a go–” Tennyson started, but I cut him off.

“Of course we would,” I said firmly.

“As you wish,” Strutter said with a chuckle.

“But Dre–” Tennyson started. I once again cut him off.

“Not now,” I said.

“I guess that is my signal to take my leave. I’m looking forward to this battle, even if you aren’t at your best Drew,” Strutter said as she shut the door behind her.

“Drew, this is very foolish,” Aaron said.

“I am aware,” I said, attempting to raise to my elbows.

“What are you doing?” Tennyson said, hearing the rustling of the blankets that were covering me.

“Nothing,” I said as I laid back on the table. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I would like you two to leave. The noise is hurting.”

“Sure,” Tennyson said.

I heard footsteps shuffling towards the door, and the light from the other room flooded in as the door was opened.

Just as the door was about to close, I heard one of the boys say, “She’s doomed us.”

“Thanks for the confidence,” I whispered to myself.

For a few minutes, I attempted to concentrate on a battle strategy, but I found my mind jumping to different topics, one of which was Tennyson. Was he too compassionate for battle? Could he really kill someone? Could Aaron?

As I became consumed by my thoughts, I felt my eyes shutting. I tried to stay awake, trying to think, to strategize. It was becoming difficult to even think of the battle as I began to drift in and out of sleep.

When I was able to stay conscious, I found my thoughts centering around the old gang and some of the battles I had gone through with them. I realized that I was analyzing myself, and my ability to be a leader. My last thoughts were of that last night, the night I lose everything. Then, sleep took me.

Jun 25

Hostages (Page 171)

My eyes fluttered open, but all I could see was black. I began to wonder if I had gone blind, but then decided that that was ridiculous.

“Hello?” I called out. My own voice seemed distant and small, but I heard footsteps. They were painfully loud.

“Hey Drew. Can you hear me? It’s Esme.” The voice seemed really close and very loud, almost like she was screaming.

“Of course I can hear you!” I shouted.

“No need to scream Drew,” Esme said, her voice returning to it’s normal volume. “I’m going to turn on a light now. You may want to close your eyes.”

I heard a light switch flip and quickly closed my eyes, but the light was still too bright. I threw my arm over my eyes.

“Okay Drew, please move your left hand’s fingers.”

I did as she said.

“Right hand fingers.”

She continued to ask me to move different parts of my body, and I complied each time. Then, she asked, “Do you remember what happened?”

I thought for a few minutes and said, “I remember fighting with Mrs. Strutter in a movie theater, but don’t remember much after that.”

“Don’t worry about it. It will most likely come back later. Are you experiencing any ringing in your ears?”


“Feeling tired or nauseous?”


“Do you have a headache?”

“Yeah, a little bit.”

“I’m going to turn off the light now and leave the room. I’ll be back soon. Do you think you are up to talking with Aaron and Tennyson?”

“Yeah,” I said as the light turned off.

I heard the door scrape across the floor as the two boys entered the room. “Hey Drew,” I heard Tennyson say softly.

“Hi,” I said, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.


“Yeah Drew,” he replied.

“That wasn’t me,” I said.

“Now that you’re all here. Let’s talk about this upcoming war.”

“Strutter,” Tennyson said through clenched teeth.

Jun 24

Hostages (Page 170)

I quickly walked up the stairs, running straight into Mrs. Strutter. “I tried to be nice,” she said.

“This?” I gestured to the screen. “This is nice? You just replayed one of the most traumatic events of my life!”

I caught Aaron’s glance and watched as he leaned over to Tennyson to whisper something. Then, I refocused my attention to Mrs. Strutter who leaned in close to whisper, “It had to come out sometime. Now, you don’t have time to tell them.”

“You’re just trying to sabotage my team,” I whispered harshly.

“I can’t believe you would think such a thing of me,” she said with mock shock. Mrs. Strutter paused and continued with a little chuckle, “That might be because you’re totally right. Although, I don’t expect you to win, but I don’t want you to have even a chance of winning.”

“I have my chance right now,” I said, pulling the gun out of my waistband and jamming it into her stomach.

“That was a pretty good move right there. I almost didn’t catch it, but since I did, I put the whole theater on alert; they all know you have a gun. The people who are holding Ranger at gunpoint also know you have a gun,” Strutter said, pointing to the screen which had changed to Ranger’s  room. Ranger was tied to the bed with two men nearby. “Do you really want to start this war early?” Mrs. Strutter said.

I cursed and let my hand rest at my side. I watched as Aaron lept on Mrs. Strutter’s back. Strutter kept her balance and threw Aaron over her shoulder, straight at me.

For a split second before Aaron crashed into me, I caught a glimpse of Mrs. Strutter’s face. She looked completely surprised by her own actions, and her eyes… They seemed… They looked as if they were glistening with tears.

Her eyes were burned into my mind as Aaron slammed into me. I lost my balance and fell backwards, my head colliding with the stairs. I couldn’t focus on anything else except Strutter’s eyes, even as I felt a throbbing pain encase my whole head.

My vision darkened and then lightened again, but I still wasn’t able to see clearly. My vision seemed to be blurry, and the world was spinning. I found that it was hard to focus on the shapes above me.

“Dre… Okay… Stay…” The voice kept fading it in and out. I think it was Aaron, but I wasn’t sure.

My thoughts kept fading in and out, escaping and returning. I couldn’t keep my focus on one though. I just kept jumping from thought to thought.

“Drew, don’t move,” I heard Strutter say.

I hadn’t realized it, but I was trying to stand up. I stopped for a moment and just looked at the black ceiling panels. Then, I found myself looking at the dim lights, but they were hurting my eyes, so I looked away.