Memories. People take them so lightly. They don't realize the importance of them, or that they could all disappear at any moment leaving you with nothing except confusion and pain. Trust me, I know this from experience.
The first seven years of my life are lost forever. Sure, I have the occasional jumbled up flashes while asleep, and what my brother, Mark, tells me, but that isn't very much.
All I remember was waking up in a hospital bed with Mark, though I didn't remember who he was, at my side. He told me that something bad had happened that resulted in our parents death, but not to worry that he was gonna take care of me. I was frustrated and screaming, "How can I not worry? What's going on?! I don't even know who you are. Nurse!"
After we got everything sorted out and I got the lovely task of going to therapy, Marcus and I moved into our late grandmother's house just outside Oklahoma City...
"Sammantha?" Mark asked, pulling me away from my thoughts
"What?" I asked
"Don't look so sad, it's your birthday today! What are you, 11? 12?" He joked
"I'm 17, thank you."
He laughed and asked, "Well that's a cause for celebration is it not?"
"I guess."
"I'm thinking we should start by stopping at the gas station, and I'll buy us greasy burgers and some cold drinks- non-alcoholic mind you- and maybe a couple of movies. What do you think?" He asked, his eyes twinkling
"It's a date." I said returning his smile.
Ever since his twentieth birthday, we would eat greasy burgers, watch some movies, and drink root beer. It's just a tradition that stuck with us. We had similar traditions for the other holidays too. For example, every Christmas, we buy each other coal and several other silly presents, along with a wonderful battle that consists of throwing cookies at each other.
"Ooh, let's get chocolate too!" I told him as he pulled into the gas station parking lot.
"I will, and since your the birthday girl, I won't make you get out. Be right back!" He said giving me a quick kiss on the forehead and jumping out of the car.
He parked where I could see inside the front door of the store, but I couldn't see him anymore, so he must've been getting our drinks. Mark really was the best brother anyone could hope for. Sure, we had our differences, but he has always been there for me when it mattered most. I was going to write him a little note when I noticed he had left his wallet. I hadn't so much as touched the door handle when I saw the guy. He was wearing dark, baggy clothes, and had his hood pulled down, so I couldn't see his face. That didn't really bother me, but what did was the gun in his hand. I immediately pulled out my cellphone and called my brother.
"Yes, my darling little brat of a sister?" He asked
"Dude, you need to get out of there! There is a guy walking towards the store with a gun! If you don't come out, I'm coming in to get you." I said
His tone serious, he said, "No, you stay there no matter what. Call the police and then duck down in the seat so he doesn't see you. I'll take care of this."
"Don't you dare. You're going to get yourself killed if you try to go all hero on this punk!"
"I'm an OG, remember. Now call the fucking police before I bust this kid up too bad." Then he hung up.
After calling the cops, I hunkered down in the seat so it looked like the car was empty, and shoved my phone back in my bra. Don't ask why I keep it there, I just feel it's safer there than anywhere else.
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Never Look Back
Teen FictionTeenagers Jade Brown and Sammantha Donovan were both kidnapped by the same gang. When they learn that their pasts coincide with the recent events taking place, they have to team up with their kidnappers to save what is most important to them all.
