No Memory

3

I sit in the chair by Charlie's desk. I'm glad I didn't have to go to the interrogation room. I would have lost it. I sit in just a plain old chair. Charlie sits playing with some kind of weird fruit. We make awkward eye contact some times. The desk next to him is empty.

"Where's your partner? Detective Reese right?" I ask as I fidget in the chair.

"Detective Reese, I haven't got a clue," he shrugs. Suddenly his cell phone starts to vibrate against the desk. We both stare at it for a second. He picks it up and answers.

"Hello," he smiles. I can hear a woman's voice.

"Crews where the hell are you?" She asks. It must be Reese.

"At the station, where are you?" He seems confused.

"At the crime scene, there was another one," she says with a much sadder tone. Charlie looks at me and turns away in his chair.

"I have Elizabeth here for questioning," he whispers. I strain to hear Reese's response. I can't hear her. I lean back in my chair and wait for the phone call to be over.

"Okay I'll be right there," Charlie nods and whirls his chair back around as he closes his phone.

"I have to go," Charlie stands up and puts his suit coat back on. I stand up.

"I'm coming too," I cross my arms.

"You are not coming," he grabs his phone and checks to see if he has his badge and gun. He starts to walk. I step in front of him.

"I'm going," I narrow my eyes. He stares down at me. Again he's not mad. He seems to understand how I feel.

"Fine, you can come," he sighs and leads me through the office again and back to the elevators. He pushes the elevator and waits.

"Do you have any clues to who the killer might be?" I look at him. He points back to another part of the office. Groups of FBI agents are cluttered about like frantic little sheep. They have softwares and other programs running on a big screen.

"They take them all, so far we know that he..." he's voice wanders. I look at him.

"He what?" I ask. The elevator doors open and he steps inside, I follow. He waits for the elevator doors to close before he lets out a deep breath.

"He raped them," he whispers softly.

My heart sinks. I stand in silence as a tear falls down my face. I can't cry not here not now. Not with Charlie.

"Did he um..me?" I look up at him. He nods solemnly. More tears fall from my face as I look away.

Charlie wraps his arms around me. He just rocks me back and forth slowly as I cry.

"Why can't I remember anything, we could get this.. this monster," I lean my head against his chest. I realize my tears are getting his suit wet. I move my head away from him. He let's go of me. The elevator doors open. I wipe my tears from my eyes.

We walk outside and get in the car. The people around me are just blobs. The only person I can see clearly is Charlie. I want to hold his hand. I want him to comfort me.

I buckle my seatbelt. He puts the car in drive and we drive down streets.

I notice how drab the streets begin to look. I try to think to remember if I've seen them before.

"Don't worry you'll see her," a voice comes to my brain. It's mumbled and deep. I close my eyes and see the dimly lit streets. I'm tied in the back seat. Another girl sits next to me. Not the girl from before. She has red short hair and a lip piercing. She shivers against me. I see a man in the drivers seat. I try to open my mouth but duct tape covers it.