I Spy, Literally

Chapter 6- Trip Down Memory Lane (pic of Kane)

Chapter 6!!! Hope everyone is having a happy merry Chrstmas so far!!:) Please comment and tell me whatcha think can't wait to hear from you:) Enjoy...

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     Collin and I went back to our rooms after the meeting and said our goodbyes. As I walked into my room there was a uniform lying on my bed. Approaching the outfit I saw there could be many combinations with it. It had a plaid skirt with black stripes and a couple of red stripes that went with each outfit option. With the skirt you could wear a white dress shirt with a red tie, the white dress shirt and a red sleeveless sweater with the school emblem in the corner, and lastly there was a blazer that went with all of the choices. I decided I would think about it more the day of, so I folded it up and sat it in a cubby hole in the closet. I wasn’t going to be one of those girls who stress over just an outfit, even if it is just a school uniform.

     I went over to my bed and climbed into it just loving the softness of it. I took out the folder, which had stayed in my hand the whole time, to look at it. I saw the picture of Kane making sure to implant his face in my mind. He had a tanned chiseled face, with dark brown hair falling into his eyes. I saw that he weighed about two hundred and twenty pounds and he was about six foot one. I flipped the page to see a list of other known member of SOS. They all ranged in age, some as young as sixteen and then some were as old looking as sixty. I had to admit some could be a looker to some girls, but not to me.

     The next couple pages in the folder were copied accounts of their threats. Some were just small ones while others really pretty drastic. The ranged from destroying property, murder, and then kidnap. I could see how this could pose a threat. Remembering that I was still in my workout clothes, I started to feel really in need of a shower. So I closed the folder and placed it on the side table and went to grab my essentials and then headed to the bathroom. I turned on the shower letting the hot water loosen my muscles. I washed my hair and by the end of the shower my body loosened up to much making the barriers I had in my head come crashing down bring unwanted memories forth.

***Flashback***

     “Annalise, honey please listen to me you have to stay here no matter what. Anna do you understand?” my mom pleaded.

     “But mommy,” my eight year old self cried, “I want to stay with you!”

     I went to grab her in a hug but she quickly dodged.

     “Anna you have to listen to me will you stay under here and stay quiet no matter what?”

     “-but”

     “Anna,” she grabbed onto my shoulders looking so scared, “just please promise me you will do this.”

     “Yes mommy, but,” I didn’t get to finish my sentence she lowered the table cloth of the dining room table just as a shattering boom echoed the house. I could hear my dad arguing with whoever had entered the house. The arguing became more heated and then chaos erupted. After every boom or shatter I would flinch, but I would not let my mom down. So I held back the screams of terror, and I just gripped the carpet below me while I shook letting a waterfall of tears fall down my face. The pandemonium lasted for ever it seemed, but it was probably only a couple of minutes. Just as quickly as it started it ended leaving an eerie silence. I listened closely for any sound of my mother or father, but the only thing I could pick up was quiet chatter of unfamiliar voices, then what seemed to be someone stepping on glass.

     “-didn’t they say they had a daughter?” someone with a thick accent said.

     “I don’t think so there weren’t any photos…” a guy with the same accent just not as thick.

     “Just because there weren’t any photos doesn’t mean they didn’t have one.”

     “Well true, but I mean we would have heard her by now if they did I mean really who could have stayed quiet through that?” The guy with the not so thick accent laughed. I mean he LAUGHED.

     I started to boil with rage, but it was quickly squashed as they entered the dining room. I could now see the outline of their figures standing in front of me. I gripped the carpet below harder until my knuckles were white, while I tried to hold back my whimpers.

     “I guess you are right, we would have heard something if there was someone else here, we better head back before anyone comes.”

     The figures retreated and I slowly let out the breath I didn’t know I had been holding. I heard the door slam shut, right when that happened I couldn’t hold it back anymore and I just cried myself senseless. Time seemed to pass, but after what seemed like forever someone entered the dining room and bent down to pick up my sobbing body, which had curled into fetal position, out from under the table. I wiped my eyes to try to remove the blur the tears had caused. Holding me was an emotionless guy in dark sunglasses and he was wearing a black suit.

     “People came into the house and daddy was yelling at them and I heard glass breaking,” I told the man hoping he could tell me something.

     “Have you seen them?” I went to look around just as we entered the living room, but the guy quickly went to put my face into his chest.

     “Everything will be fine, let’s just get you out of here.”

     That was probably the biggest lie I had ever heard. Everything will be fine, yeah right. My eight year old self didn’t know any better and just held onto that hope that it would be. I clung onto the man as we emerged from the house. I peered over his should to see blue and red lights flashing everywhere. All of my neighbors were standing around behind the cop cars. When they saw me they brought their hands to their mouth gasping. The guy approached a sleek black suv and opened the door to set me in the backseat.  

     “Get her out of here and to headquarters,” he said while shutting the door.

     “-wait,” but I was cut off as the door shut and the car surged forward.

     The driver drove me to what was headquarters. They never did tell me who had killed my parents. Whenever I tried to ask they would dodge it or give small answers. Two weeks after the event of my parent’s murder I was brought to Mountain View.

***End Flashback***

     I was standing still in the shower all of the hot blissful water was now gone and was replaced by a bitter cold one that mixed well with the salty tears streaming down my face. I turned the shower and went to grab the towel I had placed on the counter. I dried myself off with it and the wrapped myself up. Emerging from the bathroom, I quickly made my way over to the closet just wanting to get some warm clothes on. I hurriedly put on some black cotton underwear and a matching bra on. I saw a pair of pink sweats and a matching black shirt which I threw on without a second glance. When I was finally done and was warm I took a couple of breaths to calm myself down and to rebuild the barriers again. I calmly made my way to the bathroom to dry my hair. I turned the blow dryer on and ran the hairbrush through my wet hair which calmed me down some more. By the end of it you could hardly tell I had been crying, the only evidence was a slight red tinge to my eyes.

     Satisfied I went downstairs to get a drink. When I opened the door I crashed into a body.

     “Whoa there,” Collin said while holding onto my waist to prevent me from falling.

     “Why are you here?” I asked trying to remove his hands from my waist.

     “Just came up to see if you wanted to go down to dinner with me?”

     Shrugging I agreed. I had to try to distance myself from the memory as much as I could and keeping myself busy was the only solution. The dinner was a quiet one, I imagined everything was probably exceptionally good, but it just tasted dull to me. Collin tried to start up conversation many times; I would just smile a fake smile while trying to respond to whatever he asked. I think he could tell how I wasn’t really being myself because when he walked me to my room he said good night with a worried expression.

     When I walked into my room I felt so drained that I just climbed into my bed, without even changing, and welcomed the blackness because it could take away my emotions.