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-five
'Not entertaining enough, Madeline?
We stood in silence. I think neither of us wanted to be the first ones to step into the warehouse and face the music.
The warehouse was in a broken down, abandoned town an hour away from Hollywood. Around us, were nothing but fields of dead grass. The warehouse looked like it'd creak and fall over if we leaned against it too long.
"Who's going in first?" Julie whispered as we stared at the front entrance.
It seemed like we all held our breath as we tried to make a decision, to force our feet to move. We were all frozen in place.
Jeremiah and Chloe held each other's hands like if they were to let go, it'd kill them. Their hands turned white at the clutch of each other, but they didn't mind.
Aria and Julie's arms were linked together and they took deep breaths in unison. The two of them were attached at the hip in any situation given to them.
I wish I had a friend like that.
Peyton shifted his weight to his left foot before allowing his right foot to levitate over the ground. It seemed like such a grand thing to watch that it maybe should've been in slow motion.
His leg hit the concrete floor and he began to lead the rest of the group forward, into the warehouse. Without a single touch, the front doors pulled themselves open for us to walk through.
The inside of the warehouse was dimly lit. The whole in the middle of the ceiling allowed the moonlight to seep through and act like a ceiling light. The single source of light.
"Finally!" A deep voice boomed through the warehouse, causing me to flinch and stop in the middle of the warehouse. All of us looked up and around us to find the source of the sound.
We didn't find it until a familiar man in a suit stepped out of the shadows, on a balcony above us, he looked down at us as he rubbed his hands together.
"R-Roman?" My voice echoed through the warehouse as well, quieter and shakier than his confident one.
He clapped his hands together slowly. "You know this guy?" Peyton whispered from behind me.
"I-"
"Enough of the chit chat," He cut me off mid sentence to jump off the balcony and onto the floor in front of us. He landed gracefully, almost as if he were a feather. "You're here for your prince, right?"
