Society Of Secrets: Chasing The Past (Book1)

Chapter 1: Dreams and Reality

       Sweat clings to my brow as the morning sun bombards me through the cracks in my cutains. I sit up and gather my senses. My cotten sheets are disheveled and two fluffy pillows found their way to the floor. I must have tossed and turned like crazy.

      I reach up and rub the golden locket around my neck. It's the exact one in my dream. The adoption agency said I've had it since I was brought in, that I protected it like my life depended on it.

       A quick glance at my alarm clock and I groan, 6:00am. I plop backack onto my pillow, and pull the comforter over my head. It's been a week since I started having that dream. Every smell, every vibration, every sound felt so real. As if I was there, a tiny girl stuck in the middle of chaos, with that woman's violet eyes burned into my brain.

     "Emma! Breakfast is ready!" Shouts my mom from downstairs.

     " One sec!" I yell back. Grabbing my cell phone, I roll out of bed and place my feet on the cool wood floor. It calms me, as I push myself off the bed.

I walk past my vanity mirror, I catch glimpse of my reflection. Slight bags have formed under my grey eyes, from many restless nights, and my sun kissed skin has paled, making me look like I'm running a fever.

        I look back at my eyes for a moment. Startled, I jump back. The woman from my dreams is staring back at me, with a pained face. My finger tips softly touch the mirror, but the image changes and my eyes are swirling with every color you could possibly imagine. I blink,  my eyes begin to get dry from staring to long, and they are back to the bright gray color.

Emma, this is not the time to be seeing things. I run a brush through my wild auburn curls, then up in messy bun,( my go to style). Throwing on a simple grey off the shoulder sweater and my favorite faded jeans, I grab my bag and head downstairs.

" Well the dead has risen! " chuckles my father, Garret, as he raises his coffee to his lips. He's dressed in his work jeans and navy sweater. His dirty ball cap laying next to him. The family farm is his full time job, besides taking care of mom and me.

I rub his receding blond hair and snag a slice of his bacon. He scoffs at me, his ice blue eyes shimmer with laughter as he shakes his head.

My mother, Sheila, looks up at me over her glasses. Compared to my fathers, her eyes are a deep hazel." Are you ready for your final week of high school?" She inquires as she scoops up a bite of scrambled eggs, flipping her brunette ponytail over her shoulder. Her scarlet t-shirt and worn out jean capris tell me she has yet another exciting day at the daycare she runs.

I open the fridge, peering in for some orange juice as I munch on the bacon ,mumbling," you have no idea." Grabbing the orange juice I take a long swig then put it back on the shelf, kicking the door shut behind it.

" I gotta get going " I say as I kiss both of them on the cheek, " I'll see you when I get home." Slipping my shoes on, I head out the door as they both, in sync, yell, " Behave!" I shake my head, a smiles creeping onto my lips , climb into my black 70's pickup and head towards Saint Liberty High School.

I have no memory of my past up until my fourth birthday, when I met my adoptive parents. They say they found me in the middle of a field with only a t shirt on and my locket. The only clue I have to my past is my locket.Which, strangely, I have never been able open, no matter how hard I try. The mystery of where I came from is something I have secretly researched for years. It's not that I don't love Sheila and Garret, to me they are my real parents. All I want to know is why I was abandoned in the first place.

I shake my head, pushing the memories to the back of my head. I place my fingertips on the cold metal around my neck, feeling the same smooth, familiar surface puts me at ease. Pulling into to school parking lot, I scan for an open space. I spot my friend, Miranda, waving wildly at me, beaming as she points to the spot next to her. Before I can even put my truck in park she's as my truck door, her faced flushed from the sun, eyes wild.

"You will not believe what I'm about to tell you," Miranda squeals with excitement as I exit my truck, slamming the door behind me with a heavy thud.
What crazy story does she have to tell me now?  I chuckle to myself. Miranda loves to exaggerate whenever she has to tell me what happened to her last night or just this morning. Whether she almost died brushing her teeth ( she literally just told me that story yesterday) or about some guy who's on her radar this week.

Miranda is otherworldly beautiful. Her eyes are a jade green with lashes so long she wouldn't need mascara. Compared to my 5 foot 4 inches, she's 5'9 with legs for days. And she's never without the latest fashions.
Today she's rocking her sleek jet black hair down, black silk designer tank top that compliments her caramel skin, and tight miss me jeans paired with bright red heels.

"Try me," I huff as a sling my bag over shoulder, trying not to laugh at my over excitable best friend.

"There's a new guy that's finishing the year out here," she pauses, checking her eye makup in her compact mirror, she continues," anyway, he's super hot, like Greek God hot."

Chuckling, I head toward the door," And Why does this concern me?"

She's rushes up beside me, her heels making very audible clicks against the pavement, almost frantic, "because he is..." she looks up,then freezes, before I realize it, I run smack dab into a hard, chiseled chest. Rubbing my now bruised nose, I look up, about to snap at whoever was rude enough to just stand in someone's way, but the words never leave my lips.

He was the most handsome man I've ever seen. Miranda wasn't kidding when she said Greek God. His toned muscular chest bulged against the white t-shirt and black leather jacket. Almost seeming like if he flexed just right, they'd burst to pieces and fall to the sidewalk. He had dark blue jeans and worn out, dusty cowboy boots. The smell of pine and sandalwood (along with a hint of something I couldn't quite put my finger on) invaded my senses.

My eyes traveled up his chiseled chest, surveying his thick muscular neck, powerful jawline and defined cheek bones. My gaze lands on his eyes, framed by soft, golden hair, and for a moment I'm speechless. Just like my eyes earlier this morning, his are swirling rainbow hues. I blink and his gaze hardens, his eyes changing to a mesmerizing baby blue. A smirk plays on his luscious lips, and his deep masculine voice sends shivers down my spine,"Emma,right?"

I nod, unable to utter a word. He chuckles, "I'm Kalib." He closes the gap between us, his strong hand reaches up,then gently brushes a stay curl behind my ear, his palm cupping my cheek.

"I've come to take you home, Little princess."

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So we finally meet Emma's best friend, Miranda, who is a bit scatter brained, and the hunky Kalib!! Eek!! So many mysteries are unraveling. Who's is this Kalib? Why is she suddenly a princess? Well find out more in the next chapter!! Thanks for reading!!