*COMPLETED*
After a quite peaceful year, Adeline and Cole are met with the unexpected. The unexpected that &&might change the course of their love and their lives. What happens when, one day, two people show up out of the blue, as if they were gh...
Hey everyone I just wanted to apologize for my poor updates, I feel horrible for not updating this book for you, but I've been very busy studying for final exams and huge projects for my education, so once again I'm so sorry for the horrible updates, I promise it will get better as summer gets closer, who's excited?!
Ok, back to the story!
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I've never felt such a panic set in my mind before, never felt the feeling of abandonment. The feeling lingers, not dematerializing, but amplifying larger, louder; my hysterical thoughts running a marathon inside my mind. I stand still in the middle of the dirt road, lost, not knowing what to do.
I breathe in heavy, still gaining back my regular heart beat after running for what felt like miles to get back to the open road, but had no luck. Evergreen trees surround me for meters, hiding everything else like a shield, a thick barrier extending forever.
Train horns howl in the distance, echoing through the crisp air, and I whip my head around trying to find what direction the sound arose from. It honks again, this time sounding closer, the sound coming from the north. I now face the trees directly, their needles staring me down like a lion.
The horn bellows a third time, and I take this as a cue to dash. My legs involuntarily start carrying my body through the trees, weaving around the roots and concrete bodies of bark that make up the tree. I run quicker, faster, more furious than I've ever done before. I run as if my life depended on it, but in reality...it's not my life I'm running for, it's hers.
The sun is set high, beating down on the ground causing heat streaks to rise like weeds from soil. Up ahead I can faintly make out an opening, the numbers of trees lightly subsiding.
My heart skips a beat out of excitement for the sole fact that I might've found my way out. I come bolting out of the trees and go tumbling on rusted train tracks. Bolts and screws litter the sidelines while pieces of lumber are stacked neatly on the other side of the tracks.
I let out a sigh of relief and triumph when my eyes narrow on a medium sized building. Cars litter the the small sized parking lot, looking like an old styled gas station. I stagger slowly to it, as if I've been stabbed in the shin. My throat longs for water, or any liquid at all.
My foot steps on the first concrete slab of the building, and another surge of relief floods my body. I pull open the door slowly, my hand sticky with sweat. A bell rings, alerting my entrance and everyone's heads whip around to face me. The store clerk who was genuinely helping a customer gives me a curious eye. The other two customers gawk at me with confusion as to why it looks as if I've just escaped a zombie apocalypse.
It's only now that I realize I'm covered to dirt from when I ran after the car, and my sweat has bled through my shirt leaving a "V" shape etched on it.
"Woah," the clerk announces, speaking everyone's thoughts. "What happened to ye,'" he speaks with a light Australian accent, using his slang naturally.
The customers' eyes wonder the same thing, but don't make it too obvious. I'm suddenly hesitant to answer, so I try to dodge the question.
"Long story...do you have a working phone?" I state.
The middle aged man nods once and gestures towards a dimmed back hallway. "It's back there," he conveys. I stride to where he points, his eyes following and boring holes into my back the entire time.
As I disappear around the corner, I lightly hear their murmuring voices, but don't pay attention to it. I look up from the tiled ground and find the payphone hanging from the wall, a phone book stuck inside a plastic pouch, the material cracked and scuffed at the edges. I harshly grab for the phone, placing it to my ear. I quietly recite a number in my mind, repeating it over and over and dialing it onto the key pad. I take out my wallet from my back pocket, finding the required amount of quarters.
The phone buzzes, the ringing sound fading out as I begin to doze off waiting for the other side to pick up. Finally, they do.
"H-"
"I don't have much time, I need your help."
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Who do you think he was talking to? Any guesses? I hope that you've enjoyed this kind of short chapter!
I'm very excited to announce my next project that I will be writing after this book is done, and it's called The Mirror Realm and it is a horror/thriller book, below is the cover:
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That's all I'm going to say about it for now! I hope that you've - once again - enjoyed this chapter!
