Underland, #1

by Rebecca Goodwin

  Underland

  Fairytale Reverse Harem - Book 1

  Rebecca Goodwin

  Copyright © 2018 by Rebecca Goodwin

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  Nearly two hours of highway driving, a half a dozen back roads, and one curvy long ass street—nothing about the route to my grandmother’s had changed—but everything else had. The backs of my eyes hurt from all the crying I’d done since I found out she was missing. Nights of not sleeping well and a boulder constantly sat on my chest. I clutched the steering wheel as I took the double-Deadman’s curve faster than I should have. My fingers tightening on the steering wheel as the truck whipped around the corner. I just couldn’t believe that she was gone.

  Partly because they hadn’t found her body yet. Bile burned my throat just thinking about what might have happened to her.

  Blanca and Rose, my best friends slept on the seat next to me. They’d offered to be my support. Gran’s funeral was in two days, but I still couldn’t believe she wasn’t around anymore.

  My pickup truck crunched to a stop in front of the familiar brick house. Patches paint peeled in long sheets along the paneling, hanging like tattered scarfs over sun-bleached shutters that now looked grayer than the bright blue I remembered. When had the place started looking so rundown? Had been six years since I was here last?

  I climbed out of the truck, tucking my purse under my arm, and shuddered as I approached the wooden steps leading up to the long porch that wrapped around half the house. Would her house feel different without her? Would I know if she was really dead like everyone said once I stepped inside? I still couldn’t believe my thin grandma with her white wiry hair and personality that outshone the moon could be gone without a word or any sign of struggle according to the police. Just disappeared into nothing and no one knew where she—

  “You okay?” Blanca opened the truck’s door. Beside her, Rose yawned, rubbed her eyes.

  “Do I have to answer?”

  “No, of course not.” Blanca rushed forward and gripped me in an iron hug. For such a petite girl with dark hair and pale skin, she could crush ribs if she wanted in her embraces.

  “We’re here for you no matter what,” Rose added.

  Trying to lighten the mood, I forced a smile. “Oh, did you pack a lot of party clothes and bikinis for after the funeral?”

  She shrugged. “Who knows what will happen on our mini-vacation. It’s spring break. Plus, there might be college men around.” Her auburn eyebrows waggled.

  “Really, Rose?” Only she could think about guys morning, noon, and night, no matter if the world was falling apart. Still, she was always one to live life to the fullest. Which was strange since she was the bookworm among us and worked in a library.

  But she had a point with the clothes. What did you wear to search for a grandmother who’d vanished without a trace? The internet said most missing persons were located within forty-eight hours. Mine still wasn’t found, and I had to do something about it.

  Tears threatened and clenched my fists, fighting to pull myself together. Mom had been a basket-case since Grandma disappeared; she didn’t need me in breaking down into a thousand pieces too. I let out a breath. Besides, I was here to make things better. Not that they could get any worse than they already were.

  “Let’s get our bags inside.” I yanked out one of the bags from the back of the truck.

  Blanca grinned. “Yes, then we can take a quick tour of the area and decide where to search first.” She pulled out another duffle bag, then went up the steps to the house.

  “Great idea,” Rose said, grunting when she hefted her bag out of the back of the pickup. “But as soon as it’s dark and we can’t see to search, we’re checking out any college parties, right?”

  “It’s spring break.” I adjusted my pack over my shoulder. “There might not be anybody around.”

  “Not everyone can afford a vacation.” Rose shook her finger. Then she lowered her voice, “Besides, Blanca is still mooning over David and we’ve got to get her over him ASAP.”

  Blanca set her bag down heavy next to the front door. “No matter what you two are whispering, I know it has to be bad, so I decline on principle.”

  “Nope, can’t go back on your word.” Rose struggled with her back. Had she brought a mountain of books as well as clothes? “You agreed to help Alicia find her grandmother and have fun when we could.”

  “I know, I just—” She bit her lip and I knew she had to be thinking about her breakup with David.

  “It’s settled then.” I stepped past Blanca and pushed the doorbell. Somehow, I’d make this whole week up to my friends. They deserved to go to parties and meet college guys and hang out, not look for a seventy-year-old woman who should be baking pies with sugar-coated lattice top crusts.

  The bell echoed hollowly from inside the home. Strangeness settled in my gut to ring the doorbell as Grams always had her door unlocked, even when the neighborhood population exploded with the new campus down the road. But I didn’t feel right just marching inside without her here. Blanca smiled encouragingly. Rose rolled her eyes, set her heavy bag down with a thunk, and peeked at her cell.

  With a click, the door flew open. Mom stood there with dust and pollen particles swirling into the spring air. But the heat from inside the house nearly knocked me over. “I expected you three hours ago.”

  “Sorry, Mom.” I didn’t add that I had to stop twice on the way here to rush to the bathroom and throw up. “We’re here now. Where do you want us to put our things?”

  Mom plowed inside, calling over her shoulder. “Well, I doubt any of you can fix a fridge? Dad’s out back with it. But what are we going to do with all the food everyone from Grams church and our other relatives will be here any minute?”

  “I can take a look.” Rose shoved her duffle bag at me and I gasped under the weight. A sharp edge of a book hit me between my ribs. Yup, the girl packed half her library in here.

  Inside Grams’ house was as hot as the back of her oven on Thanksgiving Day, Mom scanned all three of us, but her gaze lingered on my rumpled T-shirt and shorts. “All of you need to change. And please check on your dad to see if you can get the fridge running again.” She fanned herself with her hand.

  How much time did I have before Grams’ house filled up with family members who hadn’t bothered to come to her house for years? I swallowed as a lump pressed into my throat. I’d been so busy with graduation and being a freshman at the University that I hadn’t been here in two years… or three? I unfolded my arms, taking a quick glance at my watch. Two o’clock. The funeral was set for four so I figured everyone would show up here in half an hour or so, then we’d carpool over to the funeral home.

 
Numbness crawled into my gut. My grams couldn’t be gone…dead. She couldn’t be.

  “Hey, Alicia, are you all right?” Rose shoved her phone into her back pocket and touched my arm.

  I pulled away. Too much sympathy and I’d crumble. “So, want to find my dad, then we’ll get changed?” Knowing Dad, he’d put us all to work and ruin our dresses anyway.

  “Sure,” Blanca said while Rose nodded.

  A bang thundered from the back of the house followed by a thumping like someone beating a metal drum with a hammer.

  I headed outside, the screen door banging shut behind Blanca and Rose. “Dad?”

  In front of Gram’s huge, old-timey looking fridge, Dad knelt. Sweat coated the back of his green shirt to his skin and he looked like he was about to rip the door off the refrigerator. He adjusted his hold on the pliers. “Hey, Caterpillar.”

  “Daaad,” I groaned at the nickname. “Don’t call me that.”

  “I sense a story here.” Rose tapped a finger to her cheek and even Blanca fought not to laugh.

  “It’s nothing. I went through puberty badly.” Like blond wannabe Goth girl meets a creature with ears too big for her head, stringy hair, and a puffed-up chipmunk with a mouth full of nuts.

  “Who turned into a beautiful butterfly.” Dad grinned. “Can you hand me the fan over there?”

  I lifted the metal and carried the blade to him.

  “Okay, hold this in place while I screw on the middle,” he said.

  Blanca picked up the bolts and handed them to my dad while I kept the fan in place. Meanwhile, Rose grabbed a broom and swept the bottom of the refrigerator’s grate free of dirt and spider webs.

  “That should do it.” Dad put the grate back on, then the cover. “Now let’s see if this ancient thing will work.” He clicked the switch. A humming vibrated through the machine so hard that I thought the fridge was going to break apart. Then something clicked and the shaking calmed some.

  “Praise the gods of modern appliances. And thank you all for your help.” Dad dusted his hands off on his shorts, then gave me a one-armed hug. “Really didn’t want to think about tuna sandwiches or macaroni salad left out in this heat.”

  “Any time.” I squeezed him back. “Uh…Mom says we’ve got to get ready the church and relatives are due any moment.”

  “Great friends you’ve got, Caterpillar.” He nodded to them. “Thanks for coming up on the drive with her and staying. I know it’s no fun to be here for a funeral but maybe you three can sneak off to a party later and forget about death for a bit. Just don’t get too wild.”

  “Don’t worry, we’re here to make sure she stays out of trouble.” Blanca winked but Rose elbowed her.

  Dad laughed. When he disappeared into the house, I snapped at Blanca, “What was that about?”

  “Sorry. I just get nervous when I talk to anyone’s parents.”

  “Jeez Blanca, you’re nineteen, not a child. You’re free to live your life and do whatever you want.” Rose crossed her arms. “It’s that nasty step-mom of yours that won’t let you get your own place. And you cook and clean for her and your dad like a goddamn slave. What’s up with that?”

  “Give it a rest you two.” I stepped between them. “This week is not about ourselves. It’s about my grandmother and finding out what happened to her.”

  “You’re right. Sorry.” Blanca pushed her black hair off her shoulder.

  Rose shrugged. “So we find your old lady then party. Any idea on where she might have gone? Ooh, maybe she hooked up with a college professor and they took an early vacation.”

  “I hope you’ve figured it out.” I walked back into the house with them trailing after me. The blast of air feeling cool on my skin. “Let’s get unpacked and changed. The sooner we get this pre-wake meeting over, the better.”

  In the hallway, I pointed to the guest bedroom where Rose and Blanca would be sharing the space. There were two twin beds in there and a nightstand between them but not much else. I was taking my mom’s old room which was the smallest bedroom in the house. Usually, whenever I stayed here overnight as a kid, this was where I slept. I dragged my bag to the bed then sank on the mattress. On the wall was a picture of my Grams and my mom when she was a teenager. My mom looked like me except her hair was darker. Grams’ hair was white and wavy like mine. We both had the same color eyes; one turquoise, the other bluer. Heterochromia. For most of my childhood, I’d wanted normal eyes like everyone else and my hair dark like my mom’s. As a teen, I’d had my first crush then heartbreak in the same day. Toby Daniels. I was fourteen when I asked him to the Sadie Hawkins Dance and his response was he didn’t like blonds. That weekend, I was so upset that my grandmother offered me a huge piece of chocolate if I told her what was wrong. After I explained everything, Grams showed me pictures of her as a young girl. Her blond hair was beautiful. When I said as much, she smiled and hugged me.

  “Love yourself as you are and others will too.”

  Tears filled my eyes blurring the faded flower wallpaper into blotches. Tears were dumb. They never solved anything or did any good. I wiped my eyes, willing my crying to stop. Grams had been gone five days. Over one hundred and twenty hours now, maybe longer since we didn’t realize she was missing until then. A knot formed in my stomach and I hunched over.

  As soon as I’d heard about Grams I wanted to leave college and come straight here. But Mom and Dad refused and since they were sporting the bill of my tuition including room and board, I had to bend a little. We agreed that I’d come here as soon as spring break started. Stupidly part of me hoped that Grams had met someone who whisked her away to a private island and the email she’d thought she’d sent was stuck in her draft folder. But she’d have called or returned by now.

  I blinked hard, another tear falling and hitting my bare leg. Bending down to untie my shoes, I paused. I had at least a half hour before people started showing up here to pay their respects. But no one knew Grams like I did. Every summer until I was a sophomore in high school I came here. Helped her in her garden while she told tales of magical places and princes. I knew how to make her famous sassafras tea or her sweet cornbread that was more like cake than the dry stuff mom tried to make. I tapped my sneakers against the wood flooring. Maybe a quick run around would turn up a clue or something.

  In my heart, I believed I could find my Grams. That the locals hadn’t looked hard enough. I stood, scrubbing the last remnants of tears from my face. The mirror showed my eyes were red and puffy.

  When a soft knock came from the doorway, I jumped.

  “Are you okay?” Blanca asked.

  “I will be. Once I find my grandmother.” I nodded. Even though I knew they were here to help me search, I wanted to do this first run alone. Let my instincts lead my feet.

  “Why aren’t you dressed yet?” Rose placed her hands on her hips. “The university is walking distance away so maybe a cute guy or three will come this evening.”

  Yeah, I seriously doubted that. “I-I just need some air for a bit. Do me a favor and cover for me? I won’t be long. Half an hour tops.”

  “We’ll go with you.” Rose’s dark eyes shined as she squeezed into the room and plopped on the bed. She and Blanca were already dressed. She wore a red mini-dress with a modest hem to her knees and sandals while Blanca wore a white sundress with lace garnishing the edges and red pumps.

  “No, no. You both are ready and I’m not.”

  “Let her do this.” Blanca cocked an eyebrow and leaned against the doorframe. “If we don’t, she’ll sneak out tonight and probably get lost or worse.” Then her cheeks reddened, her voice shaky. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that’s what happened to your grandmother.”

  Fear collided with worry in my gut. But I put on a brave face. “It’s fine. I just need to go for a run.” And hope this was all a huge mistake. My grams would pop out from behind a tree and scare me like she did whenever we played hide-n-seek when I was little. That all of this was a huge prank. She’d pul
l me into her arms and declare today was Swedish April Fools in March or something. Some weird culture thing she’d never told anyone until she wanted.

  Just thinking about her again made my chest hurt and tears clouded my vision again. Damn it! I hated crying in front of anyone.

  “Thanks guys, I’ll pay you back for this.” I dashed past Rose and out the door.

  Behind me, she said, “If you find any guys while you’re out, send them over here. Your mom’s got enough food to feed an army.”

  The patio door banged behind me as I ran down the porch steps.

  “Alicia!” Mom’s voice shouted but I kept going.

  I couldn’t stay there another second. Not without Grams. Not while I could hunt for her and everything in me said she was somewhere needing help. She wasn’t dead. She couldn't be. All I had to do was find her.

  Chapter Two

  Outside, the spring evening air filled my lungs as I jogged down the street. Pine, freshly cut grass, and roses smelled divine but I’d enjoy them more once I found my grandmother. She’d been the one to teach me things my full-time working mom never had time for. Like how to sew a button, improvise a recipe, and once she signed us both up with her mechanic to learn how to change the oil in a car and a flat tire. Dad, when he got back from his sales traveling that week was amazed when I’d shown him what I’d learned. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents dearly. But Grams and I had a special bond. She’d taken care of me when I was a baby until I went to grade school while mom and dad were working. Then every summer, I was here until I thought I was too busy and mature for an old woman.