Stolen

Chapter Three // To The Stars

I sat by the pavement, wrapping my hands around my coffee.

"When is she going to come back?" I thought. There’s so much I needed to know, ‘cause I don’t really understand what’s going on now. I took out my phone & checked my inbox & call log. Nothing: no text, no call. It’s so unlikely of Amnesia to do so. She usually keeps me posted on what’s happening & such. I need her to explain what’s happening, I need to talk to her, because I don’t understand anything. I still have no idea why I ended up in the hospital the other day. I sighed & called her, impatiently listening to the dial tone. It stopped.

"Hey Amnesia, how are you doing, you hav-"

"Hi!" I hear her giggle. ”Ashton stop! Sorry,” She giggles at the other end up the line. "This is Amnesia, sorry I can’t answer you right now, but leave a message & I’ll get back to you!" She chirps. "If you’re trying to hit on her, get out, she’s mine," I hear my own voice & a chorus of laughter. "Leave the message after the beep!" "BEEEP." I hear myself say. 

"Uh, hey bub, is your mom doing alright? I’m kind of worried, you haven’t been calling or anything; call me as soon as you get this message okay? I miss you, love you, buh-bye," I say then pressing the "*" key. I sighed as I stuffed my phone in my pockets again. A smile grew on my face when I remembered the voicemail recording we made together.

'You know those voicemail receivers that are recorded by the person's voice?' Amnesia says. 'Yeah, what about it?' I asked. 'They're cute,' She chirps. 'You find everything cute,' I chuckle. Silence filled the space between us. It was our first week as a thing, so there were times that we are awkward & quiet towards each other. 'Um, So what would be cute as a voice mail receiver?' She broke the silence. I smirked, 'you want to do what those couples do, don't you?' She looked at me for a while & finally answered, 'no.' I laughed. 'Why are you laughing you idiot!’ She blushed. ‘Nothing, you’re too cute,’ I smile, ’ C’mon let’s do it.’ ‘But I don’t want to!’ She argued. ‘You do, I can tell from the way you hesitated,’ I pointed out. ‘Fine you win,’ She sighed, pulling out her phone. 

I wonder what’s she doing right now - Is she still asleep? Probably not, it’s 7 a.m. Amnesia was always an early bird. She’s probably just reading a book or making soup for her sick mother. I hope she’s doing okay. I miss her so much. I miss waking up to the smell or waffles or hash browns. I wonder if she misses me too. I checked my watch; it was 7:10 a.m. that means some stores must be open so I can get something to eat. I headed into this cute little cafe where Amnesia loved to go to. But what if she came back when I’m not here? Then I won’t see her surprised face, ugh. Breakfast could wait, I suppose. I walked back to the bus stop bumping into someone.

“Oh my god I’m sorry!” I apologize. “Ashton what are you doing out so early?” I look up to see confused Calum. “I was just…waiting for Amnesia,” I said, hesitantly. “You sure miss her loads don’t you?” Calum laughs. “Well yeah of course! It feels like I haven’t seen her for two years?” I sigh. Calum just flashed a small smile, “I don’t want to be rude, but you’re mom’s been looking everywhere for you.” I let out a throaty groan, “Damnit, I’m 20, for god’s sake I’m not a baby.” “C’mon let’s get you home, Amnesia probably might come tomorrow, besides, she’d tell you if she’s coming, right?” He reminds. & Calum was right; Amnesia would always say if she’s home or whatsoever. Besides, she’s probably taking care of her mom & helping her around the house. So I shouldn’t be too worried, right? 

“Fine,” I let out a sigh. We both walked the quiet streets. “You know, you can always try visiting her,” Calum suggests. Visiting her… Why didn’t I think of that earlier! Stupid little Irwin, so stupid. “I always forget that I had that option,” I chirp. “But there are 3 problems if you plan to do that: one, which is your mom being very protective towards you. Two, your mental health condition after the accident could affect your physical & mental health & three, her mom lives far away, as a matter of fact she’s in Brighton, like in UK,” Calum reminds. “Wait, Brighton? I thought her mom lives in Perth?” I say, stopping for a moment. “Yeah, she did, 3 years ago,” He informs. 3 years ago? How could I not know about this 3 years ago, was there anything I missed? Or did I forget it? “Oh…okay,” I sigh.