Nobody spoke, nobody mentioned how dinner was getting cold. We just sat there. Frozen in time, and in shock. I heard Mr. McKinly clear his throat. Our attention snapped to him, waiting for his speech.
"Well, Mercedes, I think we might need to call the police to tell them about your whereabouts."
"No!" I practically yelled, my mind whirling.
"Why not? It'll look like we've held you captive if we do not call in."
"No, because..." My mind wanted to tell me something, because it found a flutter, but just as quick as it came, it was gone. I then realized I had an audience, quietly concerned and intriuged. "Because who ever wanted me gone might try again. I don't want to risk it, but I musn't impose on you all. I can't go back; not yet anyway." I said, the last few words I looked around pleadingly, desperately. It was a scary thought that someone wanted you gone, and it's much scarier after one attempt and you don't even remember who, what, where, when, why, and how.
Or people. People could want me gone and I wouldn't even know it. What if I knew why someone wanted me gone, and was solving something big, that caused me to be in the place I am? Nobody is trustworthy. Well, atleast back home.
Home. Where did I come from? I need to research myself. Again, the mocking continues. It's actually sad about the situation I'm in, but I'm not going to throw myself a pity party. Heck no. And that'll prove what to my assasins? Nothing but weakness.
"Yeah, dad, she has a point." Danny chimed in, breaking me from my train of thought.
"Just give me a week, a week to figure out who I am. If no new information about my whereabouts appear, then may I stay longer? If new information appears, then I'll leave. Please." I pleaded, hands clasped together on the table, my eyes shining with rays of hope for the verdict.
"Thomas, I think we should. She wouldn't be a burden, I've always wanted a daughter." She speaks quietly, locking eyes from across the table with her spouse. Something in their silent conversation made him agree, before sighing and turning to me to take my hands.
"Mercedes, we would love to have you stay- for as long as you need." I heard sighs of relief escape not only myself, but Jessie, and Danny? Why would they care? Is Marc just unbiast? Whatever the answer is, I smiled mentally at the three boys I am grateful to know.
"Thank you, Mr. McKinly. You and Mrs. McKinly are very hospitable and kind." Myself and Meredith smiled at my response.
"Well, time for dinner, I suppose?" Mrs. McKinly said, continuing where we left off dinner. Mumbled replies answered her, and the forks were again picked back off and wiped off.
"So, Mercedes, can you remember anything? Now that you know your name?" Marc asked, while chewing some of the delicious pasta.
"I thought I did, but now? I don't know. It went away before I could remember anything clearly." This shocked everyone except for Jessie and his father. They remained passive on the outside, yet active on the inside.
Taking another bite, I replayed what the announcer on the newscast said, always ending with my picture. I know who I am now. I should be doing a happy dance. Except I'm not. I swallowed the bits I just pulverized in my mouth. What was that flutter? Was it a memory? What triggered it? I ran over all the words she said, and our past conversation, drowning out the words and dinner sounds around me to concentrate.
First flutter:
"Mercy!" Freddy called.
"Freddy!"
"Mercy, what-" But the line went short. I was stuck, unable to move without being discovered. They were already looking for me. I couldn't give myself away. But I needed to move, to go.
End of first flutter.
I gasped for breath. Who was Freddy? And where was I that I needed him so badly?
"Guys..." I spoke, interrupting whoever was speaking. I was too frazzled to care. "I just had a flashback. I was on the phone with someone , named Freddy, and he was trying to find me or I was in help and I called him, I don't know. But they were chasing me, and I needed to leave, but I would have been discovered anyway. That's it."
"Mercedes-"
"Call me Mercy." I cut off Jessie.
"Mercy-" I felt bad, I cut him off twice.
But the second reason was because I passed out cold right at the dinner table, slumping over quickly and, again, hit my head.
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Mystery Me
Random"She's much better." Sighs of relief echoed throughout the room. "However," That question cut through the relief and filled the air with even more tension as the father spoke slowly. "What is your name, sweetheart?" I raked my brain for some sort...
