Loving Ashlynn (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 46 - Burn (Faith Ashlynn POV) Pt.2

So... this is short, but I'm not feeling too well, the heat is messing with my head giving me the worst migraine. So this chapter it littered with clues but if you're reading this, it's part TWO. Go read part ONE. 

Enjoy.

Chapter 46 – Burn (Faith Ashlynn POV) Pt.2

Then."We are the superior race!" the woman with dark skin argues. "And that is why we have built our haven, without our knowledge this place would not exist however we have used our resources there is no more,-"

I listen to the group of people speaking, debating and I do not understand the conversation that is being held.

"She is not ready," I hear from

"What are you doing little one?" A deep voice whispers, scaring me, I spin in place to face him, caught. "I twas lwooking foo you," I tell Wyatt, with big eyes.

"You are not in trouble," he comforts me instantly, skin down to my eye level, brown eyes deep and kind. "But let us go away from here," he suggests but I've found him so whatever he wants to do, it can be done.

"Whys them wangery?" I ask as we walk away from the commotion behind me, "They want to do something bad," Wyatt tells me, my hand in his as we walk away.

"Is dey gwoing get in twouble?" they should. When you do something bad, you get in trouble. That is what Wyatt said.

"Let's not worry about them little one, let us count again," nodding we begin. Him starting off the coutning. 

"Four."

"Two."

"Dot."

"Seven."

"One."

"One."

"Nine."

"Four."

"Four."

"Dash."

"Seven."

"Three."

"Dot."

"Two."

"Zero."

"Four."

"One."

"Six."

With giggles, I smile at Wyatt, "Seven."

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Now. Whatever Lydia has done in that classroom, I woke with new memories.

Glimpses into a life that I once knew, but had been made to forget.

New enemies that were unaware of me, but I had been given stories about them.

"Trust your gut Fatima," I hear more and more lessons once forgotten. Coming back in mini bursts. "You will not remember-" I couldn't see myself, only remembering the sadness I felt as Wyatt, the tall dark skinned man spoke to me.

"You will not remember but when you do, you do whatever you must Fatima, and you go to the coordination, but you must only take someone you trust. You will remember nothing, but when you do get this memory back," he paused. "You must go to the coordination, you will find many answers you seek there," he said with an amount of urgency I did not quite understand. But back then; I wasn't worried about what he was saying.

All I cared about was that I was losing my grownup friend.

"I dwont wanna fooget wou," he smiled sadly. "We will see one another again when it is time little one." The sadness I felt as a child, now, causes my eyes to sting, to well and tears to fall.

Again, nothing had come back in order and that was only frustrating me as I sat on the bed in the room the Conrad's had given me. "When you remember Fatima, you need to leave and go to the coordinates as soon as you can. Danger will quickly come after you've remembered," the warning rings true and frantic. "I have seen when you will recall this memory, Fatima. Please, trust this memory Fatima, after you've remembered the coordinates, run."

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So... should she TRUST this memory?