Chapter 4

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Who Am I Chapter - 4

There are 8 different definitions for the word remember.

1. to recall to the mind by an act or effort of memory; think of again: I'll try to remember the exact date.

This is the one that stood out the most, why? Well lets see, I don't recall to the mind by an act or effort of memory, the memory of last night. I would ask Erica, but she is not home. Kate is not picking up her phone, what so ever. I would ask or call anyone else I was with at the party, if I remembered.

"You think this is easy for me Robert?!" A scream came from my parents bedroom. I rolled my eyes, the have been fighting for months, disappearing at different times and not coming back at an exact date. My mom once threatened to leave , my dad did not buy it, she did leave for a week. She did return, drunk.

What I don't understand, if you marry someone that means your love does not have an expiration date, but for half of the people or couples that get married , end in divorce, and I fear that is the next step.

A loud crash came from my parents room making me hold my breath. My mom came flying out of her room with puffy red eyes from crying, she slammed each foot down the stairs , opened the door and slammed it, so hard I jumped. Dad did not come out of the room however.

I tried to put a fake face on, acting like a heard nothing. I got out of my room, went down the stairs and into the living room. Just as I put on the TV, Erica came through the door.

What I expected:

1. Screaming about Ben.

2. Crying/screaming, threatened to end her life, she did that twice.

3. Running to her room, cutting pictures.

Reality? She walked in nonchalantly. She swung her purse back and forth, which meant a positive.

"What? What is it?" I asked cautiously as I place the foot rest back in the lazy-boy and walked over to her.

She gave a light sigh, "Nothing," She could not help but blush.

"Tell me!" I told her.

She looked at me, and could not stop smiling. "Its a guy."

"And?" I asked impatiently.

"Well..." she trailed off mumbling.

"Please!" I begged, she gave a curious look, the thing is, I normally don't ask about this stuff, but if I want to suck up to my sister to understand what happened last night, I will have to sacrifice listening to her talk about boys.

"Ok , so you remember last night right?" Before I could stop her to say no , she continued." Well I met this guy, I think his name was like Jeff, we were by the pool? At the party?" When she said at the pool, I suddenly remembered what she was talking about, I remember being drunk, talking to Erica, then a guy dragged me to a couch and I dozed off. "Anyways," she continued." He drove me to his house, and well we kissed...and.." she stopped. Looking at me so guilty.

"Not again!" I told her, she shrugged like it was nothing, she sleeps with the guy and says its nothing. "What is like the 8th guy who you rebounded with because you and Ben broke up?!"

"So.." She mumbled, she left the kitchen, I followed her up the stairs.

"You have to stop that Erica." She spun around, her look was cold, like I just slapped her in the face.

"Well what about you and Sam huh? Two parties you go to and leave with him?" she must have seen the puzzled look on my face, " Oh don't play dumb with me Ashley!"

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