Twisted

Chapter 2- Her dream

Genevieve~

I was in a dark room full of whispers. But I only saw her... the girl in dark ponytail. She was the cause of my nightmares. Every night, it'll be her face. The same face... Every night.

She was being kidnapped. Hands tied to her back. Dirt covered her body, the kidnappers tortured her badly... she did not trust anyone. Not even me. But I knew that she recognized me. She was shaking badly as I advanced forward, to her. To help. But instead she squirmed backwards against the wall. I grabbed her and found my knife. She bit her lip. If she thought she was going to die, she allowed it. Instead, I cut the rope on her hands.

"Run!" I cried. She gazed at me disbelievingly. Just once, our gazes met. And for a moment I thought she was me.

Then, she took off. Her punishment would be death if she was found. Of course she would not be alive to be found by someone.

She would be a threat if that happens.

I ran behind her. Glancing over every few seconds to check if anyone was following fast.

"Hurry!" I whispered to her. Just then, she tripped.

I fell on her.

We heard a car.

Damn.

Car stops. And she walks up to us.

"Trying to escape?!" She roared. She was the in-charge. The girl looked at her.

I stood between them.

"Leave her alone!" I shouted. But madam-in-charge shoved me aside. I landed head first to the ground.

Ouch. Stupid bitch.

The in-charge gave a stinging slap on the girl's cheek. Hard.

"Take her away! And the boy too!"

The woman demanded. The guards obeyed.

The boy? I wondered. There is a boy?Surprised, I let my guard down and the guards caught me by the wrist. I struggled to be free. The girl looked at me apologetically.With remorse. After the futile struggle, I gave up. I hardly had an ounce of energy left. Tears of defeat streamed down my face. But I still wanted to know why was I called a 'boy' when I was a girl.

And the guards dragged both of us back into the house.

"No! No!" I screamed. But they ignored me. I kept my gaze on the ground, feeling helpless. I saw my reflection in a puddle.

Curious, I looked at my reflection.

That lady is stupid! I'm not a boy. I thought.

My eyes widened.

I was a boy.

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"Noooo!!!!" Genevieve screamed. She sat up, still thinking about her dream.

She was a boy in the dream...

Sunlight filtered through the curtains. It was morning. Genevieve's soft toys were all scattered on the floor. She must have kicked them off while in her nightmare.

What a great start. She thought. In a house she was not familiar with. With a family member she hardly saw. Across the world in a unknown place and finally, in a school without any friends.

That's sad tragic life. And fate.

She got up and moved around quickly, not wanting to be late for school. When she was walking down the stairs, she heard the reporter speaking.

"Yesterday, someone broke into Kellyson and Co's main office and stole some very important documents. Anyone who knows anything about this thief, please contact the police..."

Genevieve stared at the screen disbelievingly. Her mom's office had been broken into.

And you still helped the person who stole your mom's things. She thought guiltily.

Her mom sat on the sofa opposite the television. A worried expression sat on her face. Genevieve sat beside her.

Adele Kellyson did not even acknowledge that Genevieve was there. She looked dazed, not in this world.

Shaken by the news, Genevieve pitied her mother.

"Mom?" Genevieve said softly.

"Yea?!" Her mom asked, snapping out of her thoughts.

"Sorry." Genevieve said. Her mom gave her a wave of her hand.

"That file was nothing. I'm surprised the person didn't go for the money."

Actually, I'm sorry for helping the person and not you. Genevieve thought solemnly.

Both mother and daughter ate their breakfast in silence.

They almost had nothing in common. Even their features. Genevieve always liked her dad more. She was closer to him then ever when her parents divorced.

"Oh Honey. I'm so sorry for dragging you in this horrible mess. Especially when Adam just ..."

"Don't be mom. It wasn't your fault." Genevieve interrupted.

Adam Summers, Genevieve's dad, died in a horrible car crash. Well, at least his death was quick. Genevieve had to travel across the globe to live with her only family then. Her mom.

"Mom? What was in the document?" Genevieve asked curiously.

Adele Kellyson hesitated. Genevieve raised her eyebrow. Her mom hardly hesitated. She was always full of confidence.

"Well-"

Just then, and very coincidentally, Adele's phone rang.

"Hello? Adele Kellyson here." Genevieve's mom answered hurriedly.

Then she turned to Genevieve. " Honey dearest, I've got to go. Quickson will take you to school and back home. I got to go! Bye!" Her mom said. Her voice was full of relief.

Genevieve nodded. Apparently Quickson was the worst chauffeur in the world. But she did not care.

Her heart broke before her mom was not honest with her. Just like with her dad.

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Hey people!

So how do you like the story so far?

I know you might not like stories with a bit of violence or mystery so if you really hate it, u can stop reading. Sadly. But if u like it then ,please continue.

I'll be updating on holidays and weekends. I'm not really free... homework is coming in heaps.

Thank you!

Sanddapple.

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