She Made Me Feel Alive

Chapter 8

*Two Weeks Later*

"Aimee this is ridiculous. Just take a break for a moment. You've been at this for like the past two days." I say walking around the couch to reveal a sleepy looking Aimee.

There are papers and pictures covering every inch of the floor. Information papers about the guy, my mom was friends with and everything.

"No I'm good, really. Just, umm... I just need a coffee and I'll be good, that's all." She says looking up at me, her hair looks like it hasn't been brushed within a day or so. She needed to get out, get some fresh air.

"Come on. Let's go get you some coffee and get some fresh air. " I say, as she slowly gets up from the floor. She stretches every bone in her body and walks over to the front door.

"Aren't you going to change first?" I ask with a smirk on my face, she didn't even realize she was still in her pajamas.

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"So are your memories coming back to you?.." Aimee asks, as she sips on her latte.

We went to buy a coffee for Aimee and after that we went for a walk, (to get some fresh air) which meant we walked through the neighborhood and enjoyed looking at the trees that lined every sidewalk.

We were currently sitting on the couch, talking about my mom's kidnapping. "Some are..." I answer, staring blankly at the tv.

"You know I got to thinking about that one picture, that had that address on it. You know, the one that says Dale Drive? Well, it didn't occur to me when we first read it, but Dale Drive is just another neighborhood over." She looks at me, and then looks through all the photos that we took and picks, the one with the address on it, up.

"The guy probably doesn't even live there now. Plus we don't even know its him, specifically." I say, which I soon regret because if there is any hope, I want to be sure that this is the guy who maybe has my mom.

"We could go check it out and see," she states, with the address in her hand while wiggling her eyebrows.

"Fine. But if nobody answers, ask around and see who used to live there and where they might be now. And if you're right, and this guy still lives there you talk to him, while I go and see what's in his house. But don't get yourself in the same position my mom's in okay." I say the last part in a pleading tone.

"Promise," she says smiling, dashing off upstairs to change into something else other than sweats and a t shirt.

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"Are you sure about this?" Aimee asks, looking ahead. We were blocks away from the house.

"What?! You're the one who wanted to do this in the first place!!" I practically yell. (nobody can hear me though but still I like to feel at least a bit of human) What is wrong with this girl?!

"I know but... now I'm second guessing this whole idea." She looks a bit scared, I couldn't blame her.

"Everything's going to be okay." I say to assure her, but I feel like I only said it to assure myself that nothing's going to happen.

Getting my mind off things I take notice in what she's wearing. She has on a pair of black skinny jeans along with a 'All Time Low' t shirt and her white Vans. Her hair was in a high ponytail, she looked hot. With the trees every once in a while blocking out the sun as we passed by each house. I did get a few glimpses of the sun shining on her face, it made her features stand out more.

Taking note of where we were standing, right at the gateway of the address in the picture. We slowly approach the porch and Aimee knocks on the door, hesitantly. I could see the fear in her eyes, she did NOT want to be here, and neither did I.

The door opened, which was really depressing to both our dismay. Revealing a man who looked to be in his mid 30's. He had jet black hair and was muscular.

This is the guy. This is the guy my mom was hugging in the picture!

"What might I help you with miss?" His British accent thick. 'This is him' was all I was thinking.

"May I ask you about the kidnapping that has happened recently? It's for the school's paper." Aimee asks sweetly.

"Kidnapping?" He is obviously lying straight out of his ass.

"Uh yes sir. It was the 18 year old boy, who recently died in the car wreck recently, it was his mother. His name was Adam. He was a close friend of mine actually." She explains. Hmm a "close friend" yeah?

"Oh, yes. I heard about that on the news," he answers, leaning against the frame of the door.

"Well I was wanting to ask you a few questions, and see what you knew."

"May I ask if you're going around asking other people about this?" He crosses his arms.

"Yes sir, I am. Anyways first question. Did you know her or had you ever met her before?" She says, as she pulls out a picture of me and my mom.

"No," he looked annoyed and aggrivated.

"Are you sure?" Aimee asks, trying to urge him to tell more.

"Yes, I'm sur- well I might have maybe bumped into her in the store about a week or two ago. I can't remember." He looks at the picture focusing on my mom. There's a look in his eye that I can't quite put my finger on.

"Say if you were sure that you bumped into her at the store, did you ever see her again? Maybe at a café or restaurant." I think maybe Aimee is pushing a little to hard.

"I don't know, and what kind of questions are these. It feels like I'm being interrogated by cops." He looks a bit uneasy.

"Sorry, I get a bit carried away. What do you think about this, you know happening right after Adam died?"

"I don't know, I mean maybe the kidnapper found it as an advantage because she was at, I guess you could say her weakest, like she wasn't that focused on anything else besides just losing her son. Or maybe it was planned, I don't know there's some sick people out in this world we live in today." He is so full of shit. I want to punch him in the throat so bad right now.

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After a few more minutes of 'questioning' we left, after him giving his condolences (which was a bunch of bullshit.)

We went straight home and discussed how full of shit the guy was and how much he felt uncomfortable with Aimee asking him questions. I had convinced Aimee to go on ahead and go to bed early.

Soon after, I had stayed up two hours later after Aimee went to bed I kept feeling weird. My head had started to hurt, so I figured I would go on ahead and go to bed. But I was awaken by this random memory that flooded into my head. It was about the guy in the pictures, which lived a neighborhood over from us. The memory isn't just something little, it is something that can help us. Alot.

The guy was my mother's boyfriend. And he knew exactly who I was.

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That's frickin alot! But anyways, Hi you guys ik I haven't updates within 2 months and I feel terrible about not updating earlier. I really do,,, and I hope yall aren't too mad. :((

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