How To Live Without Dying

Tinsley was always loped in with the popular crowd in one way or another. It was just what her mother wanted. But, Tinsley couldn't stand it.

Ian was an indie skater kid with an undeserved bad reputation.

Sparks fly when they meet, but things quickly turn dangerous.

Sort of happened by chance, and I just kept on with it, but all of the chapter titles are taken from songs by Land of Talk.


11. The Hunt

I changed my mind. I'll continue writing here. Sorry it's been so long since the last update. Thank you for your patience, and for reading.



I didn't know where to start looking. The only hint Preston had left was asking if Tinsley knew how to swim. So water had to be involved. And I was surrounded by water. But, was Preston really so bold as to stay nearby?


I started upstairs. Nothing. I checked in each room of the main house, stopping to untie the butler and maid.


"Call the police," I instructed and was met with no hesitation.


I ran outside and checked in the guest house and the apartment above the garage. Nothing.


I looked out at the water, trying to think. Trying not to lose my mind.


"Tinsley, I'm sorry," I said into the wind when something caught my attention.


It was something shiny along the shore of the island. Something that could have been anything. Anything not relating to Tinsley missing. Something that would waste time in my search. Something that could have been planted there to lead me astray. Or, something left there by accident that might lead to her.


I jumped into the boat and rowed as quickly as I could in the direction of the island. When I made it there, my arms felt like lead. I pulled the boat ashore and ran toward the shiny object. It was an earring. Her earring. The earring she'd worn to their wedding, slept in, and woke up in. Did she take it off and drop it in the sand on purpose? Did they harm her in anyway that caused it to fall from her ear?


I fumed at the last thought as I picked it up and put it in my pocket.


"Help!" I barely made out the muffled scream and turned towards the woods.


They were in there. I crossed the treeline, only to have a net lift me off of the ground and pull me toward the top of a tree. I fought the ropes to turn myself so that I could look over the tiny island, but I couldn't see anything but leaves and branches.


I tried to pull at the ropes, to loosen them, but to no avail. 

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