Six hours! For six hours and thirty-seven minutes, Genevieve had been sitting here like an idiot glued to Faye's laptop trying to find anything that could be remotely helpful. However, all she found out was that the websites she used to visit existed but with different names and that apparently, she was the only one that didn't belong to this world.
The web was full of hypothetical scenarios and people talking about their dreams. Among these, she had found some people that seemed seriously disturbed.
No, I didn't fall into a well or ate mushrooms or tried LSD to get here, so I guess this one doesn't apply either.
Genevieve took Faye's glasses off, rested them on the nightstand, and slumped on the bed groaning. At least her head did not hurt anymore. She jumped outright.
She had been surfing the internet. Checking social networks was what she should have done in the first place. Overlooking that had been silly. Though, it might not work anyway. A guy with a funny Southern accent, who had no idea who Chae Rin Choi was, had answered her call when she called Charlie's number, after all.
'Facebook' she typed. 'Did you mean Book of Faces?' What the heck? As expected, no Chae Rin in there was her Chae Rin. The same thing happened with any of the people she knew. She tried with Instagram, better known as pictagram and any other network she could think of including hi5, better known as hello5.
People said that thanks to technology nowadays it's impossible not to be able to communicate with their loved ones. Well, people were wrong. Genevieve stood up and paced across the room. Logic did not work in here.
How could she get results from any page on the internet but only the names were different? If this had been the author's imagination, she would not get these many results. Moreover, all the celebrities, artists, and world leaders were the same.
This is a filtered alternate reality, based on my reality.
Genevieve's ears buzzed and her stomach dropped. She gagged. A sharp pain stabbed her head and chest. She stumbled but supported herself on the bed. The last time she had felt this light headed and pained had been shortly after she had been shot.
"Make it stop, please..." An impulse or more like a need pushed her to get out of the house, now! She put on some shoes, grimacing at the numbing pain that drilled into her skull.
She took Faye's keys and cellphone. With each step toward the door, the pain diminished. Once she got out of the house and locked the door, her feet seemed to move on their own.
Genevieve shivered as the icy wind hit the bare skin of her arms and legs like tiny daggers all over her, but kept walking down the Levander Street. It was as if something within her unconscious were guiding her through this generic suburbia, commanding her to go to that place where she was supposed to be.
It was as if something within her unconscious were guiding her through this generic suburbia, commanding her to go to that place where she was supposed to be
She halted. An imposing but seemingly abandoned light blue mansion in front of her contrasted with all the much smaller and new looking houses around. It was just as she had imaged it before. This was the house where that guy hangs out.
"What the heck?" She spun around to leave, but the clattering of an opening door followed by a husky voice called her.
"Oh, who do we have here? Isn't this goody two shoes?"
Genevieve's pain completely vanished and she actually felt refreshed and content. Of course, free will did not exist in this world. Did it? Goody two shoes? How old was this guy?
Eighteen.
It was a rhetoric question. Great, now she argued with the inner voice.
She turned around and for a second her voice got caught in her throat. She was completely mesmerized by the slightly narrowed pair of seafoam blue eyes that stared at her. That was her favorite color.
That was her favorite color
Axel's eyebrows shot up. A smile curved his lips as he let his gaze slid down her neck, past her shoulders and over the rest of her body before settling back on her face. He leaned carelessly against the door frame, amusement twinkling in his eyes.
Genevieve gulped and staggered back, never taking her eyes away from him. She was too busy taking in as many details of the handsome man in front of her as possible to feel embarrassed. Wow. He did not look like she had expected, not that she complained.
This was better than that dramatic book description for sure.
I stared Axel up and down. He is bad-for-my-health gorgeous. His intense blue eyes that seem to look into my soul and his dazzling hair messily styled to the side; his perfect skin and height; his sharp jawline and his beauty marks; everything seemed handpicked for me. He talks and walks with the confidence I wish I had—imposing, yet captivating—I am sure this guy will be the death of me.
Axel smirked. "Are you done staring? What are you doing here?"
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