FORGET ME NOT

Chapter One: Transgression

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Thank you Charlotte Berbon, Christine Dela Pena, Sathya Lopera, Jazzy Besino, Carmela Ricafort, Ansherina Guenez, Yuumei Esma, PMJ girls, 9- St. Walburga, SD and to everyone who supported me in writing this book.

Warning: Some chapters in this book are not yet edited so there are a lot of errors, wrong grammars and misspelled words. This book needs major editing so I'm really sorry. I'm editing it soon, promise!

Chapter One

TRISH

AFTER AN HOUR AND A HALF, the plane I was sitting in finally touched down in Chicago. I waited for my Aunt Molly in the arrival area of the Chicago Airport which is as huge as I thought; the terminals are filled with shops, restaurants and services for travelers arriving and departing from its gates. I heard that the O'Hare Airport is one of the busiest airports in the States and I can understand why. Many people are walking back and forth, airport staffs are everywhere and there are lines of people waiting to check in and out.

Luckily, I was able to exit the plane first and I didn't need to wait for my luggage because I don't have one. The Protection Program provided what I need since I don't have anything left except the clothes that I wore during the accident.

I wandered around and found the waiting area near the luggage carousel. I sat on one of the vacant black chairs near the exit and turned on my iPod. Music started to fill my ears as people passed by. Music, for me, is the only thing that stays when everything and everyone is gone. It gives meaning to my life.

Music speaks when words can't.

Two weeks ago, the Protection Program called my Aunt Molly and Uncle Robert. Gart, the leader of my case, informed them of what happened to my family and I. He asked my Aunt and Uncle if they could accommodate me until the threat towards my life is gone.

Since Chicago is far enough from Atlanta, they thought I'd be safe with my relatives and seeing that I'm only seventeen, I still needed to stay with them because I'm required to have a guardian. They didn't hesitate to say yes despite the fact that they're risking their lives by taking me in. After talking to Uncle Robert, Gart handed me the phone. Even before I could say hello, Aunt Molly cried in disbelief. I retold the story and we both grieved over what happened. But despite of all these hardships, she just told me to be brave.

Aunt Molly is my mom's older sister. It's been ten years since I last saw her and my Uncle Robert, but its nice of them to adopt me even if they already have three children in their household. Speaking of children, what I only know is that they have a son and two daughters. I used to ask my parents about them, but they said I never met my cousins when we were still living here.

The agents who were assigned to my case creeps me out a little bit. After the massacre where my whole family was killed, the Protection Program immediately rushed to our house where I was found unconscious in the garden. When I woke up, they asked me so much questions to the extent where my head was throbbing in pain. They also explained what had happened. It wasn't just an accident, it was a foul play. My father was a reputable politician and my mother was the sweetest and most respectable of women. Why would anyone want to kill my family?

Gart told me that my dad hired them a year ago because of the threats he was receiving. We never knew that the anonymous letters pushed into our mailbox would now be the reason why my life is ruined. My dad, Luke Campbell was a senator, and my mom on the other hand, was a business woman. We lived in luxury and had in abundance everything a family of five could ever need. And even though our family was widely-known and my parents were always busy, they didn't leave us behind. Family always comes first.