They Call Me Keeper

Keeper's Home?

*Two Years Later*
Rayne's POV

Ironically, it's raining. Two years ago, I woke up on a rainy night and didn't know who I was, and now a group of people have me cornered in an alleyway saying they're here to take me home. If they were really here to take me home, they would've come for me by now. They keep calling me something, but I can't make out what it is. I'm too busy trying to figure a way out of this. As the trio inch closer, I make a desperate leap for a nearby windowsill, but my fingers can't grab hold onto the slippery ledge. My backpack braces my fall, but I still lay on the ground long enough for the trio to surround me. I can now make out the tallest one to be about a 40 year-old woman and the other two men seem to be in their late 20's.

"Hello, sweetheart, ready to go home," the lady speaks, "the girls have been waiting for you. Poor Lily hardly leaves the window seat. I'm sure they'll be so excited you're home."

I shift around to face the lady. Hoping that one of her goons doesn't decide to knock me out.

"First off, who are you? Secondly, why the crap do you have me cornered? I've never done anything to you; I've never met you before," I say....maybe spitting at her a bit.

'Gotta do what you've gotta do.'

"Enough! Put her in the car," she barks, "I want her up front next to me. Make sure she can't cause any trouble."

One of the goons picks me up and slings me over his shoulder. I try to resist, but it seems pointless; he places me in the passenger seat and ties my hands together, before buckling the seat belt. A few minutes go by, then she gets in the driver's seat.

"I apologize if my guards were a little too thorough," she says, motioning to the thick rope binding my hands.

"I don't get what all this is about. Who are you and why are you kidnapping me?"

"What is with this charade of yours? It's only been two years, sweetheart. You couldn't have forgotten me already, and I already told you. I'm bringing you home. Where you belong," she states dragging out the last part darkly.

"You still haven't told me who you are."

"Keeper," she barks, "is this really necessary? I've already asked you to-"

"Rayne," I cut her off, "my name is Rayne, not Keeper. What kind of name is Keeper, anyways? You obviously have the wrong person. Take me home!" I beat my fist on the dashboard.

She just keeps driving. I look back and forth between the clock and the window for nearly an hour, before she stops the car at a gas station.

"Do you want anything?" She questions me.

I just shake my head. She'd probably poison it, anyways. She and her guards get out of the car, walk towards the gas station, and roam around inside. She comes back with a Pepsi in one hand and a Hershey bar in the other. Popping back in the car, while her guards pump the gas, she tosses the contents of her hands into my lap. Due to my hands being tied in front of me, they fall to the floor.

"Silly girl, let me untie that for you," she undoes the knot in one swift motion and sends me an apologetic smile, "hopefully your memory will come back when we get you home. Home, by the way, is Mrs. Hatley's Home for Girls....and I'm Mrs. Hatley."

"Home for girls? You mean the orphanage? I don't get what you're saying. You mean...I don't have family."

"No, sweetheart, you do have family. They've been waiting for you. All this time. That's why I'm bringing you home. You should go to sleep, it'll be a while. About three hours to be exact."