Facing The Light [EDITING ON HOLD]

Chapter 13 ~ Pamela Marsden

Chapter 13 ~ Pamela Marsden

"Is he dead?"

"No."

"Where is he now?"

"He's still at his headquarters."

Squinting against the light of the lamp beside me, I saw Luke and Dad sitting on the couch, watching me. I groaned softly as I sat up. My whole body burned in a fire of pain. Everywhere hurt.

"Skye, you're finally awake," Luke said with a small smile. Dad's facial features were soft and showed a large amount of concern.

"You took a lot of damage, you were out for days," Luke explained.

I was out for days...?

What happened in the days I was out? Why did Luke and Dad look as though they were friends? Had they settled things between them?

I noticed that we were in our lounge room. "Have I been out for that long?" I asked confused.

"Yes. We couldn't take you to a hospital, there wouldn't be enough time to get Nate back. It would be months before they would release you, and we would have to find a suitable excuse to your..." Dad pointed at all of me and I nodded, understanding what he meant. "Anyways, now that you've recovered, I need to talk to you," He continued as he inched closer to me, the wheels on his chair squeaking as he did. "I think I know how to get Nate's memories back."

"Really?" I sat up slowly, wincing at the pain in my ribs. "How?"

He pressed his lips together, forming a thin line. "There is someone I know with a memory restoration ability. I haven't seen her in years." He looked away and stared at the wall. "I don't even know if she's alive."

"Dad, who is it?"

He breathed in deeply through his nose before answering. "Her name is Pamela Marsden."

Pamela Marsden? "Is she...?"

"Yes, my sister."

I never knew Dad even had a sister. He had told me that he was an only child, but I guess he lied to protect me. I wondered if she was the sweet Aunty that would give you candy, even though your parents said you couldn't have any. "Where do we find her?" I asked.

"The last time I've seen her was at our childhood home." Dad grabbed my hands and helped me stand up. "I don't know if she'll be there, but we have to try." He led me out of the house with Luke trailing behind, watching me carefully.

We got into Dads car and I drove us to his childhood home. I had never really thought about it, but I had always wanted to see what Dad's home had looked like when he was a child. I imagined the house would be small as there had been only two children. I couldn't imagine Dad as a child though. I just didn't think he was immature enough to even have a childhood. I've known my Dad to be responsible and mature all my life. He could have fun with me every once in a while, but that was when I was little, and when Mum was still alive.

I felt Luke's hand on my knee, squeezing it gently. I looked into his eyes and couldn't think of a better place I would rather be. He was so perfect; so beautiful for a guy.

After about half an hour of driving down unfamiliar streets, Dad told me to stop the car in front of a small brick house. At least I got the small part right. The grass was overgrown and the dead trees hung over the path that led to the front door. The windows were barred and the tiles on the roof were broken. It looked like nobody had lived there for centuries.

We walked up the stone path and Dad knocked on the wooden door. "We aren't accepting any more clients, so go away!" yelled a woman from the other side.