Help me Remember

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

When he looked up at me I saw his face, covered in tears. So here we were, two complete stranger(or so I thought) crying in the middle of nowhere(aka the back of my property) I wiped away my tears and said, "You know my name, can I know yours?" His response was just as sexy and mature as his voice, "Of course, my name is Tyson, but you used to call me Ty." "Ty?" I said, "As in I can tie a knot?" "Yup" he replied. He was so serious and it was so funny that I litterally had to bite my lips to refrain from laughing. "So Ty" (I said Ty in a special way) "What about this cur-" I didn't get to finish my sentence because I blacked out. I had a dream though. I was walking down a corridor in some sort of building. There was a man at the end of the hall with jet black hair and pircing blue eyes and he whispered my name "Malory" "Malory" "Malory" I said, "What?" My name echoed off the walls of the corridor and he was silent. He smiled and whispered, "I will see you again, I promise." Then I woke up. I was in a mall. In a changing room. In a DRESS. I'm pretty sure I would have rather been in the dark corridor at this point because dresses were definately NOT my style. Worst nightmare for me is wearing a dress. Thank God my clothes were right beside me on the little bench thing in the changing room. I changed quickly and walked out. Only then did I realize that things could get worse, I was in Justice. The worst store ever. Not to metion all the little girls with their moms looking at the pink glittery outfits on manikins. I ran  out of the store. Litterally. Ty was sitting on a bench outside the store reading Seventeen magizine that he said he bought in Hollister. I am not one to drool over guys, but Ty looked amazing. His brown hair was swept to the side and his green eyes looked like emeralds dazzling in the sunlight. He was were a plain grey t shirt and a pair of gently used jeans. On his feet were a pair of black vans that looked brand new. he got up when he saw me and smiled. Then he started walking. I ran a little bit past him and stopped him from walking further. "Where are we?"  "We are in L.A." "L.A.?! What?!" "L.A" He repeated. "You Kidknapped me?!" "No, I'm keeping you safe." "From what?!!!" I yelled. An elderly couple walking past us turned around to stare at us. Then they continued walking. "From what?" I whispered in a deadly way, just to reiterate I was serious. "The curse" he replied. "Let me enlighten you for a moment" I put my hand on his shoulder. "There is no curse. I am not cursed. I never was. I am an a regular person. I am not going to go willingly to where ever you are taking me. Do you understand?" He said, "Do you remember your childhood?" "My what?" "Your chidhood." "What does that have to do with anything?" I realized my hand was still on his shoulder. I took it off. "It has to do with everything." He said. "Follow me."