No Memory

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I sit at the kitchen table. I'm not exactly sure what Charlie made. It's like a fruit salad.....thing. I put another bite in my mouth. It's not bad...its just sweet. But I can't even tell what kind of fruit is in it. I'm not sure if it is fruit at all.

"What do you think?" Charlie asks as he folds his hands. I swallow the food and give the best smile I can give.

"It's great," I take another bite. Charlie looks at me and then starts to laugh.

"What?" I raise my eyebrows. He just continues laughing. I roll my eyes and swallow the food causing him to laugh even harder. I put the fork down and stare at him. Who the hell gave Charlie laughing gas?

"I'm sorry, its just that, thats not even supper, and oh my you're eating it, I'm so sorry I fed you that, its god awful," Charlie quits laughing as he stands up and grabs my plate.

I stare down at the empty place where my place was. Do I have a sense of humor? Was that a joke of some kind? I fold my hands pleasantly as I hear a telephone ring. I watch Charlie take his cellphone out and answer.

"This is Charlie Crews," he smiles.

After a couple of seconds his face becomes hard. He puts the plates in the sink and rushes around washing his hands.

"Say that again," he almost snaps. I look at him. He almost looks angry.

"No it won't be a problem," he grits his teeth. I've never seen Charlie angry before, I doubt a lot of people have.

"I'll be there shortly," he says and puts his phone in his pocket. He runs up the stairs before I have a chance to say anything. My mouth is still open as he runs back down.

"Charlie where are you going?" I quickly get out of my chair and rush to him. He puts his gun in the holster and grabs his coat from the coat rack. He turns back to me.

"The FBI need me there, but I had to promise to leave you here," he pecks me cheek. My face becomes hot. He smiles but it's very forced. Whatever the FBI found is not going to be good. Charlie opens the front door and leaves. I hold it open as I watch him get into his car. He gets in and pulls out he driveway. Something felt wrong by the way he left. He could hardly look at me. He didn't even say why I had to stay.

I watch his red taillights leave the street. I stare for a bit as I realize I am home alone. Ted went to over to his friends or something and now Charlie is gone. I shut the front door and lock it for extra protection. I walk back to the kitchen. I am hungry but I don't wanna raid Charlie's cupboards.

I sigh as I finally decide to open the fridge. I look and see mounds of fruit. I still don't understand why I couldn't eat the fruit salad. I roll my eyes and search for other food. I pull out ham and cheese. I throw together a sandwich.

I grab the chips from the cupboard when I hear a loud ringing noise. I nearly jump, it takes me a few minutes to realize it's the landline phone. It rings at the end of the counter. I reach over and press talk.

"Hello?" I ask nervously into the phone.

Silence on the other end.

I hang up. I know who it is. I know he knows I know who it is. I grab a knife from the drawer. I try to act natural.

If he comes for me I will kill him.

If he comes for Charlie I will rip him apart. I bring my plate to the table and eat it slowly. My body shivers with fear. I take another bite from my sandwich and then the phone rings again. I almost choke. I stand up and go to it.

It continues to ring as I stare at it. I finally muster up enough courage to answer it.

"Hello?" I ask.

More silence. I feel anger and fear mix as I sigh into the phone.

"Come get me you son of a bitch and we'll end this," I grit my teeth as slam the phone into the receiver. I grab another knife from the drawer and run to the front door. I lean my back up against it as I see most of the house from that angle.

If he comes in I'll be ready for him. I hold the two knives in my hands my knuckles white from the amount of grip on them. Why couldn't Charlie leave his gun. I let out a couple of deep breaths.

Maybe I'm just being paranoid. I relax a bit an set the knives down. I close my eyes as I listen for noise. I settle down a bit due to the sile...

The unmistakeable sound of a door opening fills my ears. It's coming from the back door. I reach for my knives.

Suddenly the lights of the house go out. It's already dark outside. I hear footsteps coming closer to me. I crawl around on the floor silently. Charlie must have guns somewhere. Maybe up in his room. I crawl up the stairs as I hear someone bump into the table near the door.

It's a good thing I moved. It's also good that it's pitch black in here. I crawl around up stairs. I don't know what prompted me to go to my room but I did.

The door is open so I slide inside. I try to make as little noise as possible. I feel more fear fill my chest as I hear someone coming up the stairs.

It's him.

The man....he's coming for me. I stand up and back up to the window. My knives in my hands ready to stab anything that moves.

I hear slow footsteps come to my door.

I'm ready for this...I think. I turn around and open my window and take out the screen. I look down. I can see the pool below. I weigh my options.

Die fighting a mad man and give him the satisfaction? Or drown in the pool?

I took the latter of the two. I grab the window sill and crouch in the window. I hear my door creak open. I turn around and see the tall man there.

I jump out the window.

The free fall was only seconds long but it seemed to go in slow motion. I stared up at the cloudless sky and saw stars. In the middle of LA that was a weird thing to see.

I fell into the water with my eyes still open. I would probably die here alone. Charlie would come home and see my corpse floating in the water.

Charlie....I couldn't put him through my death. I barely know him but I couldn't do such a thing.

I close my eyes and shoot up from the water. Luckily I landed in the deep end. I let in a deep breath and look up at the window.

A flash light shines on me. I hear guns clicking around me. At first I'm not sure if I'm right, perhaps I'm imagining things.

Not just one but many. I look around. Lots of FBI agents and cops surround the pool. I look again at the window. Charlie shines his gun and flash light at me.

"Anna May you are under arrest for the murder of 6 girls," Charlie yells down to me.

Rough hands pull me out of the pool and onto the cold hard tiles. Someone kicks me in the stomach.

My god they actually think I'm the serial killer. Someone pulls me to my feet and slams the handcuffs on.

"You have the right to remain silent, so do open your mouth bitch," someone says as they pull me to the front.

I'm innocent I swear! I want to scream.....

But even I'm not sure if that's true...