Madeline Curtis, a runaway from small town in Washington, finds herself in the streets of Hollywood looking for a place to stay when she encounters a strange hooded man. In less than a second poor Madeline's entire life was flipped upside down and s...
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twenty-two
'It's all your fault, if you hadn't showed up with all of your stupid drama this never would've happened!'
When I woke up this morning, Oliver's side of the guest bed was empty. I'd outstretched my hand to meet his but only found a cold spot on the bed.
"Oliver?" I whispered into the bedroom. The music was gone and I'd assumed he'd probably been downstairs or something.
I pushed the covers off of me and hopped out of bed. I walked past my reflection in the mirror. My hair was no longer pin-straight but was now frizzy to the utmost maximum. My forehead was clear of beads of sweat despite the puddle it had left on the bedsheets. I silently cursed myself before throwing one of the guest robes on and tying it tightly around my waist.
I opened the door and peeled my head out before tip toeing down the hallway and down the spiral stairs to the first floor. I heard muffled voices from the kitchen and let out a sigh of relief.
"Good morning, you two!" Julie jumped out of her seat and quickly sat back down once she noticed I was alone.
I scanned the kitchen. Aria sat with her hands intertwined with each other, staring at a now cold piece of toast. Beside her, was Julie sipping on her coffee and attempting to avoid eye contact. A brown haired boy who looked like an exact copy of Julie stood on the opposite side of the table from me, his hands clutching onto the kitchen island.
"Good morning.. everyone. Have you seen Oliver yet?" I hesitated around the boy. I knew that Julie and Oliver had another sibling but word had it he was on tour and wouldn't be coming back for a long time.
"Actually, that's what we wanted to talk to you about." Aria smiled weakly. She patted on the empty seat in front of me with an uneasy look.
I was more worried that Oliver was nowhere to be found other than whatever it was they were going to tell me. Wait — was he breaking up with me? We hadn't even gone out on our first date yet! I'm not that bad in bed, am I?
"What's going on?" My voice quivering as I sat down in front of them.
Aria took a deep breath before placing her folded hands on the top of the counter and beginning to speak. "A month ago I had a vision. It was more of a timeline than a specific moment that would occur. Your timeline." She emphasized the word and made sure to keep direct eye contact with me as she spoke.
With another breath she continued, "It started with Oliver covered in blood; which I now know was yours after the incident in the kitchen. Then it was your photo shoot with Oliver where you reconnected, uh," Her eyes flashed from Julie back to me.
"What is it!" I pressed, slamming my palm onto the marble counter. The action frightened me more than anyone else. She was making me nervous and the only thing that would help was if Oliver was here.
