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Chapter 42: Mere Fiction

Emily Wheelers

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What? They're not cops?

If they aren't then what are they? The army? Some gangsters? Or maybe something I don't think would even exist?

I shake my head at the thought.

No, things like the Mafia or something are not real. They are mere fiction that only appears in books and movies. I don't believe them.

"Emily, are you listening?" I can hear the black haired woman, Sheer I think her name is, call me in a stern voice.

"I'm sorry, what?"

She rolled her eyes at me and muttered swear words under her breath.

I shifted my gaze at the white haired girl, Rue was her name. At first when I saw her she looked like an angel, probably because of how her long white hair fits the beauty of her face. I relaxed at the sight of her, like she was the answer to my call.

When Sheer continued explaining, I watched how her furrowed eyebrows etched across her young pale face that glows beneath her dark hair.

When I first met her this morning, she looked very laid back and you could think she's still a young teen with the way she acted. That was until I said some things that offended her and she showed her true colors. She would be very beautiful if she remained happy and relaxed.

I observed the way the two women interacted, as if they knew each other for a long time. Sheer speaking with her forehead creased but a spark of excitement in her eyes, and Rue listening intently with no expression but an undeniable sadness in her eyes.

If I knew no better, they could be sisters seeing as their appearance resemble each other but their personalities differ in so many ways.

Why the heck am I thinking about people I just met when I could lose the ones I knew all my life? I think I'm just trying to calm myself by shifting my thoughts away from the heavy ones.

A single tear flowed down my face at the memories. If these people could help me I can't thank enough, but if they can't, then there is no question that Leo will kill my parents the moment he has me.

I was startled when a handkerchief appeared in front of me with a large hand holding it. My gaze rose up to meet the person standing before me and I was met with tantalizing hazel eyes.

His dark brown hair short and his face cleanly shaved. He wore no expression but his eyes speaks concern. I ran my eyes down his broad shoulders and down his biceps that has a gorgeous structure, wearing a simple white shirt fit and clearly traced his lean body down to his torso.

In other words, he's hot. Call me a horny teenager but you can't blame a girl who literally wanted to drool on a guy she thought would only exist in dreams. His tall and perfect build made my eyes wide and he only made it wider when his gorgeous face raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Shit, he is still handing me the hanky I needed a few moments ago if not for his appearance disturbing me.

I reached for the cloth and mumbled a thank you in return before wiping the side of my cheek where the tear went. I caught a whiff of the smell on the material in hand and I may have looked like a creep smelling this guy's hanky.

It smelt like mint and man perfume, not the strong one but just enough for a girl to like. I looked at the guy who is still not moving from his position but he had his luscious lips slightly curled up with his eyes swirling in amusement.

This bastard. He noticed that his presence made me look like an idiot and is now internally laughing at me. Good impression, Emily.

Although I haven't confirmed if I am impressing this beautiful creature or am just terrified of my situation. It would probably be the latter.