Anamaria

Chapter Fourteen

Anamaria

I can't move but I can feel myself. I tried to force my eyes to open, but it wouldn't.

"Is she dead?" A deep voice said.

"I don't think so," replied another man voice.

I want to scream, but no sound come out. Am I dead? What is happening?

"What are we going to do with her?"

"Eric! You shall not touch her!" The guy with the deep voice said.

"She deserved to die." The voice muttered.

"You deserved to die!" The deep voice guy yelled out loud.

Somehow, my eyes open with frighten. I woke up in a luxury chamber: and I was sleeping on a king size bed with red velvet pillow. Chandelier hanging from the top as the candle next the nightstand dance.

"You woke her up!"

I turn to see two handsome young man. One is about in his early twenty and another is in his mid twenty. The younger one has dark brown hair with chestnut eyes while the older one has blue eyes and blonde hair.

I jumped out of bed and took a step back, "who are you?" The brown hair one, I think his name is Eric, he step forward me and offer me his hand. I step back until I was leaning against the wall.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said. Liar, he was just talking about kill me!

"Seriously, Eric. Stop fooling around," the older man said as he glance at me.

"Relax, it's not like I'm going to do anything to her."

"You were talking about killing her."

"Yeah, but that's not what I-"

"Leave!" The older man yelled pointing to the door. The chestnut eyes boy obey and grin at me before leaving.

"Miss, are you alright?" The older man asked as he walk closer to me. I was leaning against the wall with fright.

"Who are you?" I asked cooly, not trying to be rude or anything.

The man realized I was afraid. He slowly back away and apologized. I just nodded at him.

"I'm Kyle," he said. "You almost died in an explosion."

"I did?" I asked. What is wrong with me? Why can't I get anything right? There's one more question, who am I?

The man nodded. He was gorgeous. With his long blonde hair tied back and glowing blue eyes. I couldn't help but stare.

"So, what were you doing in the middle of the fire?" I shrugged. I don't know. I honestly don't remember anything.

The man raised his eyebrows at me and decided to change the subject, "so where are you from? Where is your house?" I shrugged again.

"I'm guessing you lived in the Lancaster village? You don't look like you're a peasant." I shrugged again.

"Are you okay, miss?"

I shook my head. "I don't remember anything, who am I?"

The man wrinkled his eyebrow. "You don't know anything?"

I paused for a few seconds and give him a shrugged. I don't remember anything. What is wrong with me?

"What's your parent's name?"

It took me a while to think, "Anabeth-wait no. Eliza-no! Garrett?" I said confusing myself, "who the heck is Garett?" I muttered to myself.

The guy bend and lift my chin up, "you don't know anything, do you?"

"No."

The guy smirked and started laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"You, you're cute."

"Okay?"

"So, tell me, what would you like me to call you?" I shrugged.

"Whatever you like."

"Cherry." He said and I stare at him in confusion.

"What?" I asked.

"You're eyes reminded me of cherry. They're very pretty."

I feel myself blushing. He stroke my cheek and my whole face flushed in embarrassment.

"Don't be shy, you're cute."

Shy?!! "I'm not shy! You're just-weird...and strange. Who are you?"

The guy smile, "Kyle." Oh yeah I forgot. He said his name was Kyle earlier.

"That's hurt," Kyle mocked, putting his hand on his heart. He reminded me of someone, but I can't think.

"Exactly." I find myself rolling my eyes, could I be more annoyed by this guy?

Kyle was waiting for me to break the silence but I was also waiting for him to speak.

"How old are you, Kyle?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Nineteen," he said. I'm surprised I thought he was in his twenty. Well he look older, no offense. "You?" He asked and I gave him a cold glare.

"Sorry, I forgot you have amnesia."

"What now?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"Take me back where you found me." I said harshly.

Kyle gave me a perplex look. I'm stare at him back coldly. I am being serious. Whoever I am. I want to go home.

Kyle struggled to speak, "I-."

"You what?" I asked coldly. "Take me back where you found me."

"We were just having a normal conversation a few minutes ago! What is wrong with you?"

"Take me back."

"Why?"

"Take me back."

"Why?"

"Take me back-"

"No."

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