Top Secret 2[ON HOLD]

Chapter Five:

Other Point of View:





"Eclaire?" I ask, confused.




"Oh you must not remember because I forgot you joined that stupid agency." She begins.




"You see, you don't remember me because Giavanna erased your selected memories, am I right?" She asks.




"Yeah.. How did you know that?" I ask.




"Heh. Well, I am someone you grew up with but only during the summer. You would come here, to this estate with your mother." She adds.





"I don't remember that, why would I come here?" I ask.





"Because your mother visited France about 19 years ago, during the winter she fell oh so passionately in love with my father." She tells.




"What? No. My mother and father were married." I say.




"But alas, they were not. They just told you they were because they were set up together by their agency. They fell in love for a short period of time and then came you. But a while after you, they realizes their true loves resided in private homes in the safety of the agency." Eclaire says.




"How is that possible?" I ask.




"It's possible because you and your mother would come here during the summer to visit my father and I. Thing is, your mother and you came here to visit her other daughter." She says.




"Wait, what?" I ask, shocked.




"I am your sister, just not by the same father." She says.





"I can't believe this. How am I supposed to believe you, every time I wake up from a traumatic experience and someone tells me my past I find out they erased my memory." I argue.




"Come, I will show you." She says, reaching out her hand.




I get up quickly, only to fall back on the bed in agony.




"Your wound isn't healed correctly yet, you need to take it easy." She demands as she helps me up.




She takes a hold of my arm and puts her hand on my back as she helps me walk out of the room.




As we continue to walk into huge room that was probably the social area of all parties, a man begins to walk toward us.




"Good morning Eclaire my dear. Oh my goodness! Could this be my little Lia?!" He gasps, looking into my eyes and smiling.




"You look so much like your mother, so beautiful." He says.




"Uh..." I say, looking at Eclaire.



"Yes, it is Lia father." She says.



"You must be my mothers lover." I say.




"Your mother and I were married sweetheart, it was just a big secret." He says. "My name is, Aspen."





As soon as his name was spoken, memories hit me like a ton of bricks to the face.





My eyes widened as I started to remember running around the manor with a blonde haired little girl, as a strong man would pick us both up and swing us around as my mother sat in her chair and giggled.




He would kiss us both on the head and let us down to sit on my mothers lap.




He would bring out fancy French pastries on a silver dish and let us eat to our hearts content. I remembered how my favorite was a pastry called a Napoleon.




I remember how my mother would sit in the window and the sun would reflect off of her hair and I would see the rainbows shine on her. Her eyes would sparkle like diamonds and her tan skin would glow.




I felt tears slipping out of my eyes as my memories were flowing in and stabbing my like knifes.




"Lia!" Eclaire yells a bunch of times



I was taken back into reality when Eclaire was shouting my name.




"Lia, what happened?" She asks, shocked and so is Aspen.




"The memories, they were so painful." I stutter.




"Do you finally remember us?" Aspen asks.





"Kind of, just not everything I need to." I speak.





"Come on, I'll show you your room." Eclaire says, leading me to the grand staircase.