Reports of young Alyin Dilaurentis, the daughter of wealthy entrepreneur Jacob Dilaurentis, owner of Dilaurentis Enterprises, was found today in the Caribbean isles, by fishermen.
Four years after she was missing and presumed dead following the accident at sea, in which the Dilaurentis yacht was shipwrecked and lost.
Dilaurentis was just thirteen when the accident happened. Her Father, Jacob, thirty-eight, who has officially been confirmed deceased.
"Can you tell me what happened?"
I was jerked out of my thoughts and looked up to see that the tall and lanky detective was still sitting across from me.
How long has it been?
Judging by the way his untouched cup of coffee lay vacant and was no longer steaming I can assume that it had been a while.
I fixed my eyes on his soft brown ones which reminded me of a dog I had when I was five before it ran away.
"What happened on that island?" He asked again and I found myself turning away to stare out the window of the hospital room.
It still smelt of distant bleach and other cleaning materials.
I hated hospitals especially now when everything was so much clearer, down the hall I could hear the faint beep of a heart monitor and judging by how slowly the breathing machine was pumping whoever didn't have long.
"Rogue? Is that what they call you? Maybe you can tell me what happened?" The detective tried again.
I squinted my eyes trying to recall his name.
Basso, I think he mumbled when he first came in.
I picked at the hospital band on my wrist and felt my finger brush against scar after scar.
"Perhaps this can take a break for now. Maybe try again later?"
I'd recognize that voice anywhere, time nor memory could ever let me forget that voice.
Together, we both turned towards the door where my best friend stood, Blake Grant Winchester III.
A blazer was draped over his arm and his light brown hair was damp from being freshly washed.
He gave Basso a reassuring smile.
"After all the poor kid just woke up."
Basso glanced over at me and I stared back as he seemed to weigh his chances.
"You will notify me the minute her memory comes back?"
Blake nodded and smiled one of his charming smiles I could never forget.
"Of course."
Basso got up, gathering his jacket and cold coffee and began to exit the room as Blake came towards me.
There was this minute where we both stared at each other trying to remember the other down to the finest detail.
I kept forgetting how long it has been. Years since I once stared at his face.
He was older now and not the protective little kid who always watched over me when we were younger.
His blue eyes now held a certain familiarity within them, along with his smile.
The corner of his mouth lifted into that droopy smile of his, revealing the tiny scar I had gave him when he was eight.
"Rogue," he said finally breaking the comfortable silence and soon I was lundging myself into his arms, closing my eyes and inhaling his scent as I tried to record this moment to memory.
It had been years since I inhaled such a welcoming and delightful scent, and I almost forgot what home smelt like.
He pulled back brushing back a piece of hair as he stared into my eyes and this time I saw the pain within them, the pain he must have hid from so many others but me.
"I thought you were dead," he breathed finally gripping me tighter.
My mind suddenly drifted back to the past three years.
"No," I spoke finally my voice hoarse from the none use of it,"but I wanted to be."
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Vengence
RomanceI was thirteen when my childhood and father were ripped away. Now that I'm back the people responsible who thought I was dead are going to wish I was. Aylin Dilaurentis, has returned home a different person from when she left one with a vendetta, wh...
