Saving Peyton

This is Only Just the Beginning

"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."

~Dr. Seuss

Chapter One

I push myself faster and faster down the long dark tunnel. I can hear him catching up to me. Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, no, not like that, relief washes over me, maybe there will be some place I can hide from the strange man.

Pumping my tiring legs, I run faster, with the hope of surviving this crazy man. I break out of the tunnel and into the light, I could still hear him behind me, I slam the door behind me, it was a heavy metal door, maybe it would slow him down long enough for me to make my escape. Frantically I run to the edge of the roof and look down. I gasp, I was forty stories up. Slowly, I back away from the edge, trying not to hyperventilate. Heights were so not my thing, definitely one of my major phobias.

Crash! Bang!

I hear the metal door burst open. Oh God. He's right behind me. I whip around and see him raise a gun to my head. "Who are you?!?!" I scream and cry at the same time. Fear paralyzing me, my feet stay rooted to the spot.

A wicked grin appears on his face. His ice blue eyes piercing right through me, if given in any other circumstances, I would say he was cute, if not downright sexy, but seeing as he was pointing a gun right at my head, that was slightly a turn off.

"Oh gorgeous," his voice sang out, which was an instant turn on, damn you hormones. "This is only the beginning."

Before I could question what he just said, the gun went off. BANG!

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I jolt awake, my breath heavy and my body shaking. It was just a dream. It was only just a dream, I tell myself. Glancing at the clock, I jump out of bed, it was already 7:20, I had overslept, I'm supposed to be out of my house by 7:35. Not good, not good.

I rush into my walk-in closet. Quickly, I scan through all my clothes, I pick out white jeans, a pink peplum shirt and my tan flats. While throwing my shoes on, I hobble over to my bathroom that's thankfully connected to my walk-in closet. I pin back some of my wavy golden hair, I do my make up light, add my pearl necklace and a touch of Chanel lip gloss.

Running down the stairs I glance at my phone, 7:34, a new record and on time! I grab the already made iced chai waiting for me on the kitchen counter, thanks to our maid Lillian, such a doll.

I pluck my keys to my black Mercedes and call out a "Goodbye" to whoever was in the house, not exactly sure who was home or not.

I pull out of the brass gates that separated my house from the others.

Twenty minutes later, I pull into my school's parking lot and park. I gather my things and take off my Prada sunglasses.

Yes, my family is that family. Both of my parents are millionaires, my dad owns one of the most prestigious law firms in the world, and my mom is the daughter of the man who owns all the Swiss Banks in Switzerland and the daughter of the woman who was the most prominent female doctor. So she automatically had tons of money, and to top it all off, my mom was a very prominent fashion designer. She was always off in Paris and my father was always traveling for his cases, all over. I rarely ever saw them, they tried to make up for their lack of presence in my life with designer things or anything with a big price tag on it. While it was nice and everything, sometimes I just really wish I could have a normal life. I wish I could have the family nights, the grounding because my parents were worried about me, I wish I could have real friends, friends that weren't just using me for my money and/or power. The only friends I had were the ones I had met at the country club, but they all went to boarding school off somewhere in Europe, only returning in the summers.

I had some friends here, but they were strictly school friends, the friends I hung out with on weekends were the ones who I had also met at the country clubs, but went to private schools. So let me guess, you're wondering why a rich, spoiled girl like me is stuck at a public school? The answer to that is simple, I wanted some kind of normal life, even though having all designer things kind of prevented me from having a normal school life. It made me stick out more like a sore thumb.

Grabbing my school stuff and iced chai, I walk up towards the building. I see my school friends, the popular girls, as everyone called them. Technically you could say I was their 'leader' but I rarely ever did anything with them, sometimes we would go into the city and party when my other friends couldn't, but with these girls, I had to keep this spoiled, snobby, rich girl brat act. That was the only way I could keep myself distanced from them enough, I had learned the hard way that they were mostly friends with me because of my wealth and power. I only kept them around so I didn't look like a loser at school.

I smile towards them and wave my hand, "Good morning girls," my voice overly sweet. Inwardly, I cringe, I hate being fake mean, I hate it, I'm actually really a nice person, honestly.

They smile, their fake smiles, back at me, "Good morning, Peyton," they all say in unison.

I walk into my History class and sit in my seat in the middle of class. The rest of the students file in and sit in their seats around me. Everyone talks excitedly about the big party coming up this weekend. In my mind, I roll my eyes, multiple of people had invited me, but I had other plans for this weekend.

Harrison was coming back in town this weekend and we were heading into the city to spend some quality time together. He was finally on spring break from his overly preppy private school that was like a mini Harvard. Granted, everyone who went to that private school always ended up going to Harvard. I was excited though, it had been months since I had seen him, he'd been my boyfriend for going on three years now, everyone swore we were going to get married, and to be honest, I would love to get married to a guy like him.

The bell brings me back to reality and I pull out my notebook and, you name it, my Kate Spade pen, thanks to mother dearest.

Just as the teacher is about to start class, some nimwad bursts through the door. "Sorry, I'm late, I'm new and I got lost," the voice sang out.

My head jerks up at the sound of the voice, I had heard it before. I gasp, and he turns to look at me, we lock eyes. It was him.

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So here's a new story! I came up with the idea from one of my dreams and a hottie in my English class. Please let me know what you think! And check out my other stories. I'll be updating them all throughout this week. I've been sick for a while now and I currently can't go riding for a while, so since I have no life outside of riding, I will be passing my time by writing. So voila, and enjoy! Which i must say, Wattpad has given me an extremely frustrating time trying to get this uploaded properly. Grrrrrrrrr.