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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I had monsters from my past I couldn't outrun. That was undeniable. I had been running just about all my life, and yet I never seemed to be able to get far enough away as to be safe. Being connected to the drug trade in south Florida had been as much a blessing as it was a curse. It had been the root of my turmoil over monsters from my past, but had also been the sole reason for the absurd wealth my family was now well-known for.

    This aforementioned wealth was also the reason for my mask of a personality- which is what I was known for. Eliya was known for being perfect. In each and every sense of the word. I had been pampered since my first day of life, and yet knew pain like so few knew. I was fluent in English, Spanish, French, Korean, multiple dialects under the umbrella of the chinese language, Japanese, and Russian. I spent most of my time traveling and practicing my languages, mostly because I often would have to leave Florida in cases where my father could be caught in the trade. Sometimes that meant hiding in a place for months upon months. I usually just rented a hotel and ate like a queen while using a credit card under a false name. But this time, my father was in huge trouble.

    My father had told me to pack my bags for a permanent trip. This trip, I assumed, did not involve my father. I had been delivered onto a private jet, bags in hand, and been told neither where I was going nor whom I was to go with.

    That jet is where I am currently, going who knows where, and left with my own thoughts to worry and debate with myself all that was left unsaid. I usually chose where I went when my father was in trouble, and brought a few friends along with me. But it was very obvious that this wasn't like the other times.

I looked through the jet window to below me, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Metes and bounds organized land below me, like suburban United States. I knew we were flying North, but where exactly? The land characterized by long stretches of corn fields, and houses organized for large backyards, I figured I must be in Pennsylvania now.

I drifted off to sleep as the fields below started to bore me. Suburbia was always last on my list of travel destinations. It was a great place to hide, sure, but dear God, at what cost?

I woke up to a tap on my shoulder.

"Eliya, honey, it's time to go. We're here." I recognized the voice as my assistant Mary, who, though put through so much because of me, always had the kindest disposition and was almost never short tempered with me. Though she's much older than me (at this point Mary is likely fourty or fifty), she and I have become good friends.

"Give me five more minutes," I dozed off once again in the plane seat.

"Oh dear God!" I could hear the low exasperated voice through my sleep. Whoever they were, they wouldn't bother me. Though I was slightly annoyed when I was thrown over a rough shoulder and carried off the plane.

The 80s- styled carpeting was enough to make me vomit, but being hauled upside down after a two hour flight also might have also been a factor. But regardless of the reason, I hurled onto the man carrying me. All over his white shirt.

I smiled.

I laughed, even. But the man below me did not seem to think my accident was so funny, seeing as he threw me onto the floor in anger.

My head hit the ground with a thud, and a ringing sound took over my hearing. My vision went a bit black, but I stood up nevertheless.

"I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have thrown you like that!" The man who I quite literally vomited on apologized. He had a bit of an accent, like english wasn't his first language.