Love Moves in Mysterious Ways

NINETEEN - HERO AND HEROINE

NINETEEN - HERO AND HEROINE

The dinner went smooth and silent. They both decided to give their selves a break of the roller coaster of emotions they have just went through earlier.

As Agnes followed Zayn to the stairs, they were both startled by a scream. They stood frozen and staring at each other.

"Was that you mom?" Zayn asked.

"Off course not, you silly. I thought that was you."

"Then who? It can't be from Clinton's, his deep voice can't scream that kind of pitch." He shrugs.

"I think it comes from that vacant cabin."

"How could you know?" His voice filled with worry.

"Just a guess. I think the scream came from the back, and Clinton's house is a few walks on our right."

Nooooooo please!

Another scream broke but got muffled in the end. The two eyed each other with anxiousness. Before Zayn could utter a word, Agnes pushed him gently to continue his way to the stairs.

"Go lock the windows and the door to the terrace upstairs. Then lock your room.I'll take care of the windows and doors here."

"Mom, there could be someone out there needing some help." He protested.

"Yes, but let the authorities do it. I'll contact Clifford to call one."

Anxious, Zayn paced back in forth in his room. Their neighbor, Clinton, just phoned him. He too heard the screams and suspected that it came from the empty cabin near the forest.

The last scream really troubled him. He felt sorry about the owner of the voice, that he felt its pain. The voice seemed to be asking at the same time a demand. This made him unsure if he's going to risk going out there and find out what's going on. Or if he will be able to comeback to join her mom at the city and look for his girlfriend.

Girlfriend..

Girlfriend...

Girl...

Its a female's voice.

It can't be?? No no no no...

He immediately shook the feeling of ZKee being the person screaming nearby. It can be a possibility, but its so movie like if someone will bring her near where he is currently living.

He locked the last window in his room and strode back to his bed. He heard the door to Mrs. Perez's room being closed. He thought she must have finished locking the doors and windows downstairs and went to lay down his bed.

He laid on his back with both hands tucked under his head. Starring at the pale white ceiling above him. Thoughts about what will happen tomorrow run through his mind. But the screams seemed to have stucked and keep on replaying in his head.

His thoughts went back to his newfound memory. The night where he lost his memory, his friends, his girl.

"Shit!" He muttered and get up from his bed quickly.

He went to his closet and changed on a black t-shirt and black knee-ripped skinny jeans. Then took with him the swiss knife he always keeps under his pillow.

He tiptoed his way through the hallway and down the stairs. He then grab his converse and made his way to the back door. And as silent as possible, unlocks the door.