I, Yes I Rejected The Alpha/ I, Yes I Was Stolen

Chapter 5

I scrambled off Liam and got up, ready to run, only to have Ethan standing in my way.

Liam jumped off the floor and stood next to me. I turned around to find Rachel and Jess blocking my way out the back door.

I was stuck.

"She has the scar" he said out of breath. "It's her"

Rachel stepped forward her arm reaching out towards me, I stepped back immediately causing her to gasp and wipe away tears that were beginning to form.

"She doesn't remember anything"

"Well then let's see if we can jog her memory" said Ethan.

He looked at me, sadness in his eyes. I wasn't the daughter he was expecting.

"Would you like to see your room?" he asked.

No. The answer screamed itself into my brain straight away. I didn't want to be here. This wasn't my home. These wasn't my parents. My name isn't Louise. I had a scar that says all that but I knew deep down it was too late for me to change. These people were after all strangers. Just strangers.

When I didn't answer Ethan took my arm and together they all filed up the stairs in a single line. When we hit the landing at the top of the stairs, I noticed two rooms facing each other and then a small pathway branched out into another room, singled out from all the rest. It was this room that we walked into.

The room was giant. In the middle of the room lay a four poster bed with white curtains and an elegantly carved headboard. Next to it was a white bedside cabinet. On top of it was a picture of a small child, me, and in a perfect circle around it was candles. 16 had burned out but one was still burning brightly. 17 candles. 17 years missing. All around the room were bits of furniture. A wardrobe, two drawers, a dressing table. On the wall was a huge plasma TV with a dance mat below it. A dusty games console and microphone was on a small table below it.

I walked in the room and sat on the bed, allowing my hand to skim the soft silky quilt.

Ethan, Rachel and Jess stayed in the doorway of the room, hope glinting in their eyes. Liam walked in and took a book off the top of the wardrobe before coming and sitting down next to me. He opened the book, allowing me to see tons of photos all being kept safe by small plastic pockets that they were in. He began to turn the pages. Hundreds and hundreds of photos of one thing: me. In one a tiny girl blows out a birthday candle, a huge gap in her teeth. The next one shows me at some kind of party with a pink fairy dress and wigs on. Then there was the picture that Liam showed me. Him and me at a park.

I took the album searching through it, squinting at the pictures. Trying.

Finally I put it down on the floor.

"I'm sorry I don't remember any of you. I don't remember anything"