A Life Based on Lies

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who came in on their lunch break.</p><p id="73d6">Sundays were the days everyone cherished. It was the day you let the memories of the past weekend wash over you.</p><p id="b2e2">The front door chimed. I smiled as I heard another customer walk in. I didn’t see anyone walk up until I felt a shadow. When I looked up from the grill a gun was pointed at my face.</p><p id="4ea0">“Put your hands up Crystal,” The guy with the FBI jacket said. I stood there frozen and he had to repeat himself. I slowly raised my hands.</p><p id="81d8">“Who is Crystal?” I asked.</p><p id="2b72">“No questions,” Another person said. A woman in a FBI jacket came around the counter and into the kitchen and put my arms behind me and placed handcuffs on my wrists. My heart was pounding. I had no clue what was going on. The FBI agent led me out of the kitchen into the dining area. Everyone was looking and whispering as they led me outside.</p><p id="91ad">We approached a black vehicle with tented windows. When the door was opened there sat an older guy in the back seat. I was placed in the

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back seat beside him.</p><p id="14f1">“Hello Crystal, you seem confused. Don’t worry all will be revealed. Sit back and enjoy the ride.”</p><p id="427d">Read the next part called Thing Begin to Unravel</p><div id="8054" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/things-begin-to-unravel-f68a5438faae"> <div> <div> <h2>Things Begin to Unravel</h2> <div><h3>A Life Based on Lies Series</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*gsn8dB91I3-8ECLs)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="0aee">Thank you for reading! If you haven’t joined Medium yet and want to read unlimited stories and support the writers, you can join <a href="https://medium.com/@SLSnow88/membership">here</a>. I do get a commission when you join. Thank you for being a reader. I am grateful for your support!</p></article></body>

A Life Based on Lies

The beginning

Hamburger meat sizzled as I placed it on the grill, perfectly spaced apart. Although the AC hummed it felt like 1,000 degrees in the kitchen. I had built a makeshift table out of crates and placed a small fan directly aimed at my face. The fan wasn’t strong enough against the heat and humidity but it was better than not having it.

I loved Sunday afternoons. The cafe was always buzzing. There were the churchgoers who had the older ladies with big hats, the retired guys who came in every Sunday afternoon to have lunch, the teens who wanted one more day to hang out before another week of school began, and some officers who came in on their lunch break.

Sundays were the days everyone cherished. It was the day you let the memories of the past weekend wash over you.

The front door chimed. I smiled as I heard another customer walk in. I didn’t see anyone walk up until I felt a shadow. When I looked up from the grill a gun was pointed at my face.

“Put your hands up Crystal,” The guy with the FBI jacket said. I stood there frozen and he had to repeat himself. I slowly raised my hands.

“Who is Crystal?” I asked.

“No questions,” Another person said. A woman in a FBI jacket came around the counter and into the kitchen and put my arms behind me and placed handcuffs on my wrists. My heart was pounding. I had no clue what was going on. The FBI agent led me out of the kitchen into the dining area. Everyone was looking and whispering as they led me outside.

We approached a black vehicle with tented windows. When the door was opened there sat an older guy in the back seat. I was placed in the back seat beside him.

“Hello Crystal, you seem confused. Don’t worry all will be revealed. Sit back and enjoy the ride.”

Read the next part called Thing Begin to Unravel

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