Please note: This is fiction!
“Come on, what are you waiting for?” Sandy shrieks as she sees the men running toward them.
“It won’t start!” Her sister, Tori, cries through gritted teeth. She pulls at the cord again and again but the engine refuses to turn over. “This is pathetic.” She kicks the engine.
“Let me try.” Sandy pushes Tori aside and begins yanking at the cord. “Damn it!” She screeches after a few tries. “Come on.” She grabs her sister by the wrist and pulls her into the water before the men fire their guns.
Tori couldn’t believe how quickly the events escalated. A week ago, they were told their father was killed in a tragic car accident. Two days later, their step-mother asked them to move into the attic and locked them there until she delivered a meager meal a day later along with a list of chores for the girls to get done.
“We must get out of here.” Sandy whispered.
“How? We’re on an island. Where would we even go?”
“Remember that little red boat by our secret dock?” Tori nodded. “We can use it to get to the mainland.”
“But how? It isn’t like she would let us leave the house together.” Tori pointed out.
“Well, I guess we just have to make a break for it.”
Coughing and out of breath, the girls lie on the beach. “Did we make it?” Tori asks. “Are we free?”
Sandy sits up, looks around before answering slowly, “I think we are.”