Love, Ian Somerhalder

Chapter 9

"Don't look at me like that!" I plead to Riley who was looking at me with her famous puppy eyes.

"But you haven't left me since you know what happened!" Riley whispered.

We were at the airport, five minutes until my airplane boarded, saying my goodbyes to Ian and Riley.

"I know but it's only for a few days. Ian will take care of you and I'll be back before his birthday." I say and hug the person I most love in the world.

"She better be." Ian says behind Riley with a smirk.

"I will, plus you'll have a lot of fun with Ian and his foundation! You're going to a marine life reserve tomorrow, right?" I say and wipe a tear off Riley's cheek and she nods.

I suddenly grab Ian and hugged him as tightly as I could and he hugged me back. He buried his face in my hair and whispered.

"Come back soon,okay?"

I nodded and he kissed me for a long time, almost making me lose my flight.

"No boys in the house! That includes you Ian!" I say as I left to my terminal.

***

"Let's get this over with,Sage." I say to myself as I stood in front of the police station building in New Orleans.

I take a deep breath and walk inside. I walked up to the front desk where a police woman helped me.

"I'm here for 'interrogation'," I say making quotation marks with my fingers.

"Sageline?" I turn around to the sound of my full name to see agent Smith right behind.

"The one and only!" I say faking a cheery voice.

"Come with me." Smith says and I follow him into an interrogation room.

There was a table with coffee and donuts. Smith sat in front of me and behind him was that creepy one way mirror. I could see my reflection and I looked pretty nervous so I tried to put on a poker face.

"Okay, so let's start with something simple... You were adopted by Edward and Jessica Prior when you were twelve?"

"Yes." I simply say.

"Before you were in an orphanage... You were in a psych ward for a few months, why?" Smith says while reading some documents that were probably my medical record.

"Because of the trauma of my real parents death. I got permanent amnesia and forgot everything. It's like my life started when I was twelve." I reply without emotion.

"How did they die?"

"House fire, I was told." I say remembering what everyone told me.

"So let's go to the murder case... Tell us your version of the story."

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and recited the horror story from scratch.

"I had just graduated from being a vet assistant in Atlanta. I decided to go home for the summer to spend some time with my little sister. My flight came in late at night so it was a surprise to my parents when I got home. Riley was at a slumber party so I didn't see her.

"We went to sleep and about at 3am I heard my mother scream. I ran to their room and saw the killer slash my father's neck with a knife. Me and my mother ran and locked ourselves in the bathroom but the killer managed to open the door and grab her. I called 911 on my phone and the killer took off running." I finish and opened my eyes.

"You saw the killer?" Smith asks.

"Yes, it was a man... But I don't remember his face. I got traumatized yet again and forgot." I say ashamed of myself and my stupid memory loss.

"It seems strange you were the only one who was there and you don't remember." Smith says and raises his eyebrows.

He doesn't believe me, but I do have one advantage.

"Now I'm going to ask you a question, Marcus Smith... Have any physical evidence against me?" I say slowly while getting up from my seat.

"No."

"So there's no point in me being here." I say and walk towards the door but what Smith says next...

"We know you were sexually abused before you were adopted."

I turn around slowly, "Yes, yes I was. But like I said, I don't remember."

***

I was standing in front of my parents mansion. Forcing myself to open the front door.

The house looked perfect, as if somebody lived in it. But of course it was me who was paying housekeeping, expecting my parents to come back. I was so in denial,yet, I couldn't live here.

I simply ran through the doors, up the stairs, and into my old room. There was only one thing I wanted from here.

I kneeled down on the floor and moved the loose floorboard under the rug. I grabbed the small box that was inside and opened it.

I grabbed the single thing that was inside, a pocket picture.

It was a picture of a twelve year old me in a hospital bed. I looked exhausted but I was smiling at someone who was in my arms. It was a newborn, tiny baby wrapped in pink blankets. She was smiling in her sleep.

I turn the photo around to read the back.

'Newborn, Riley Elena with Sage.'

"My baby..." I croak as I was now sobbing.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was Ian.

"I can't stay here, Ian!" I cry into the phone.

'Calm down, Sage, get a piece of paper and write down what I'm going to tell you.'

I do and it was a phone number and a name. I dialed it and a man with a heavy accent answered it.

'Hello?'

"Yes, is this..." I read the name. "Joseph Morgan?"