DANGEROUS

Chapter 1

Genevieve

I was 16 when I ran away from home.

There are a lot of reasons why I had to do such thing, and it's because nobody in my life appreciated me as me. My family isn't the kind of family you eat with dinner after a long hard day, they aren't the kind of family that says 'I love you' every time, not the kind of family that never fights, and not the kind of family that covers for you. My family is cruel people, I don't even know if they're humans themselves.

They look at you in disgust without reason. They look at you in hate, which I always notice. They look at you like you're the black sheep of one fierce family.

My father, Jonathan Stone, is a drug dealer. My mother, Sarah Stone, is a prostitute. My brother, Weston Stone, is a mafia. And my sister, Jenny Stone, is deceased.

Mafia. A coldhearted family term, what a sick joke .I used to be one of the mafia dons-leaders. I used to be a don in an American Mafia and a Russian Mafia. I was 10 when I was one. It was impossible. But I seemed to make it possible. My brother had been the one to take me in, test me, and helped me. I became a mafia boss after taking down five mafias in three days.

I, of course, was disgusted with myself when I realize at the age of 14 I had killed the innocents-only some, to be exact. I was disgusted with myself when I realized that I was blinded with arrogance and hate, I had killed people. How many? Couldn't count.

I was the kind of girl who used to be a murderer. I was the kind of girl who used to be a monster. But now, I will change that. I will change all of me.

Forget my past. Forget my life. Forget the old me.

I will change, into a better person. I will change to be Elizabeth Hart.

I woke up screaming. The glimpse of his eyes haunted me as he laughed with that wicked laugh. I felt sick all of the sudden. I threw the covers off of me, gasping as I ran and stumbled to my bathroom. I turned on the faucet and quickly splashed my face with cold water. I trembled in shock and hate, staring at myself in the mirror.

My appearance changed. I was pale, paler than a ghost. My hair was messy, like a bird's nest.

I unbuttoned my blouse from last night's late work and took deep breaths. I rubbed my temple, sitting down on the bathroom floor.

Another one. Another nightmare. My heart repeatedly pumped relentlessly. This nightmare was like one of the other nightmares I had encountered for the past two years.

I tried calming my nerves, assuring myself that nothing will go wrong, nothing will kill me, nothing will happen. I was safe, safer than the president himself, safer than any king-at least, that's what I thought. Running away two years ago was never a mistake, it was my freedom.

"Don't worry," I whispered to myself, "they'll go away." Referring to my nightmares.

I finally calmed myself when I controlled my breathing. Standing up, I walked to my dresser and sat down on my chair.

Using a lot of money, I had bought a house-that was far from the edge of the city of New York. I was fine here. No one can know about my location, so I am fine here.

Unlike other houses, I live underground. That's why it was always dark here, but I could always count on my clock.

For two years, I have been walking past my dark childhood, my monstrous past. I kept secrets that I could never trust on telling to any other people, like my best friend, Olivia Peter.

I lived in New York after fleeing away from those monsters-that I used to be.

Now, things have changed. I was Elizabeth Hart, Eli for short. And it was good to finally change into someone else.

I turned my head to look at the clock that read 05.31 AM. Sighing, I got up tiredly off my desk and made my way to the showers. A warm shower could relax me, but having those nightmares made me want to take a cold shower for today. I shivered at the cold water hitting the palm of my hand. I stripped my clothes off and stepped in the shower.

I thought of my nightmare.

This time, it was my father. He found me, and killed Livy and Gunter, the most important people in Elizabeth Hart's life, my new life. Without them, I wouldn't be here by now, so will do everything to protect them, even if it is by killing.

I washed and shocked off my stress away before grabbing my towel, wrapping it on my slim body.

I wore the outfit I had picked for work before checking myself on the mirror. Grabbing my keys, I opened the secret garage, revealing five of my expensive cars. I clicked on the keys and my Lamborghini beeped in acknowledgement.

I drove down at the secret tunnel to add a little speed for work. I checked the time, 06.41 AM.

I stepped on the gas a little bit more to pressure more speed. Today was an important day for work. Kids were in a field trip, and for their agenda, it was a trip to the Museum of the City of New York (MCNY).

I arrived at the end of the tunnel and drove into the main street of Manhattan and the road towards my workplace, the museum. I sighed in relief of seeing Livy, and two school buses parked in front of the museum.

I parked my car and got out, walking towards Livy, "Am I late?" I whispered next to her, she hummed in confusion, "What? No! The teachers are here. They're assigning each tour-guides an amount of students for them. You're just in time. You're actually tour guiding only three buses of students." I sighed in relief, "Well, that's good, I'm going to get breakfast. I thought I was late and didn't break my fast." Livy chuckled, "You're too excited for your own good darling- oh, there's Gunter." I whipped my head around to see Gunter Yenta, half Chinese and half American, and also is a bisexual. Gunter gave a sad smile, "Guess who's unlucky today." I frowned, "Awe. Don't be sad little gun-nugget, we're here for yaw."

"What happened?" Asked Olivia. Gunter groaned, "I'm touring five buses today, one being the detention kids." I softly smiled, "How many are buses arriving exactly?"

"Six in the morning, and five in the afternoon."

I rolled my eyes, "Wow."

"Ladies-" Jennifer arrived, then stared at Gunter, "-and gents, no time for chatting, help the teachers with what bus you're going to tour guide. Elizabeth, I see that you have arrived, here is the list of students you're touring: bus one, bus five and bus seven. Good luck guys."

"Bye madam."