Their Broken Mate.

Chapter Two: Home

After getting in the car, we went to the airport. We got on the plane and sat on the plane in silence, mainly because the man fell asleep, and I was too afraid to wake him up.

When we get off the plane, we walk to a car similar to the previous one we rode in. He opened my door ushering me in before walking to the drivers side and turning the car on. We drove for hours. It wasn't that bad, the man said I could sleep if I wish, and I did. I was asleep until he tapped me on the shoulder lightly.

The house we pull up to is unbelievable. The outside has light brown bricks covering it with a faded red roof. The house is three stories high and is surrounded by trees. It was gorgeous.

I look away from the house. I can't get too attached, I'll be back in the abandoned apartment building soon. Instead of looking at the house that we're driving closer to, I look at the way the man's small smile seems to grow every second we get closer to the house.

It's actually starting to look kind of painful, but he doesn't seem to mind. I wonder why he's so happy. It's confusing, he seemed so angry at the apartment when talking to Ben, and now he can't stop his lips from growing at the sides twice as big as they usually are.

"Kenny, that right there is your home. Do you remember living here?" Confusion immediately swarms my features. I've been here before, when? Why can't I remember? Is he just testing me?

I decide to answer honestly. "N-no S-s-sir, I d-do not re-reme-mber.". My voice comes out unsteady and unsure. I haven't spoken English in a long time. Truthfully I didn't even know if I said that right.

I must have answered wrong because when I looked at him, his painfully happy smile is gone. In its place is a sad frown, one that looks like he's about to break down in sobs.

"That's okay, he must've drugged you so you can't remember. You'll remember this place soon enough." Although he sounds like he's talking to me, I'm pretty sure he said that for himself. He doesn't sound so sure what he said is true.

He stops at the house and turns to me. He unbuckles the strap holding me in the seat, before doing the same thing to himself. He opens his door, steps out and comes to my side to open my door. I get out slowly, and follow him, limping slightly, to the house.

"You might not remember it, but you grew up in this house. Your family and friends stay here too." He looks at me and asks, "Any questions?"

Taking that as permission to speak I ask him, "Wh-what i-is a family?" The word sounds familiar, but I can't seem to recall what it mean exactly.

His smile falters for a few seconds before he replies. "A family is a group of people, big or small, that always has your back. They love you, care for you, and they take after you. They will do anything they can to protect you." He smiles sadly at me.

"Maybe before you see everyone again, we should let the drugs wear off." He takes my hand, which had me flinch slightly, and brings me down a couple hallways before entering a baby blue room. It smells clean, the smell is very strong.

A man in a white jacket look up from the papers in front of him. He stands up when he sees the man and bows in what I'm guessing is respect. He then looks at me. His eyes grow a few sizes and his jaw hangs loose.

"Is that, Kenny?" The white jacket man asks in the same disbelieving tone the man used when he saw me at the abandoned apartment.

"Yes, it is, but John, I need your help before I explain how I found him. He seems to not remember anything passed three years ago. I'm guessing it's some kind of drug they put in him thats making him forget. Do you think you can help me get it out of his system?"

I stand there and listen as they talk about me like I'm not there. I don't mind it, Ben and the others always did it. The beginning of my stay there I always talked back and yelled at them to let me go. I always got punished for it, every time the punishments got worse and worse.

"--eed you to sit right here, Kenny okay?" I catch some of what the man in the jacket is saying and follow the command I was given. When I sit on the hospital bed the man in the jacket comes over to me with a thick needle, pointing it at my arm.

"This is going to make you sleep for a while, okay?" He asks me, but doesn't wait for a reply and sticks the needle in my arm.

I look up at the white ceiling, counting the bumps in it. I start to feel dizzy and slowly my eyes close, and I become unconscious.