13- Blonde

Eliza's POV;

I laugh awkwardly after hearing my driver's words and take a few seconds to process what I've just heard. Then I turn around and make my way into the house.

I run up to my room and begin to call the old man,

*The number you're trying to call is not available. Please try again later.* The female, robotic voice says, and I shut my eyes. I keep calling, but I keep getting the same response.

I begin to panic. What happened? My driver doesn't even remember taking me there. Maybe I was dreaming?.

No! It couldn't have been a dream. It felt so real, too real!

I sit on my bed and stare at the old man's number in confusion. What's… Going on?

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I feel my body get covered with beads of sweat, and I move in discomfort as my clothes begin to soak.

For some reason, I'm finding it hard to sleep, and harder to feel at peace. I finally tear my eyes open in surrender to the annoying discomfort, robbing me of my sleep.

I swallow painfully as my throat is dry, and I just ke