Chapter 16: Remember Me Erin?

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Justin's P.O.V

She just stares into my eyes, then finally I say calmly "Erin? It's Justin." She shrugs her shoulders lightly and says quietly "I don't know you.. where am I? where is my sister?" My eyes fill with anger as thoughts run through my head like "What did he do to her?"

She stands up slowly and looks up at me saying in a hushed tone "Please.. help me, I don't know where I am.." I sigh and ask "Erin, do you remember anything that happened yesterday?"

She glances down for a minute then looks up saying "No.. I don't." She then suddenly falls to the ground, and begins to shake lightly. Her eyes are shut tight as she whispers over and over again "Leave me alone.."

I sigh and walk out of the room, locking the metal door behind me. Anger and frustration fills my eyes as I get closer to the Doctors office at the end of the corridor.

I push the door open, making it slam against the tan painted wall. "What did you do to her!" I ask harshly looking towards him. He smirk lightly and mutters "Who are you even talking about?" I grit my teeth and try to stay calm as I say "Erin.. What did you do to her." He laughs lightly and mutters "Oh.. the girl who killed my son? I made her pay for what she did." I shake my head lightly and yell harshly "You fucking messed her up! Do you understand that? She doesn't know where she is or who she is!" He crosses his arms and says "Yeah, and that's exactly what I wanted to do." I quickly walk over pushing him up against the wall and mutter "If you even dare to lay your hands on her again, you and me will have a serious problem. Do you understand?" He glares into my eyes and mumbles "Yeah.. sure."

Erin's P.O.V

The voices finally stop.. so I stand up, using the cold concrete wall to support my weight, as I look around the room. Seeing four concrete walls, a metal door, bed, and mirror. I slowly make my way over to the mirror looking at my reflection.

I see multiple cuts and bruises, and a faint scar that runs along my cheekbone. I sigh and close my eyes, breathing in and out as calmly as possible, but with every breath I take it gets even harder to breathe.

I open my eyes back and look at my reflection, seeing a little boy with blood covering his whole body. Black circles form around his eyes as a crooked smile appears on his lips, he then glares at me and mutters "Remember me Erin?"

I panic and raise my fist , slamming it against the mirror, the glass shatters into a million of pieces that fall to the cold hard ground. I glare down at my hand seeing tiny glass pieces lying in multiple gashes. I sigh and flinch in pain as I look back seeing the boy is gone.

I walk towards the dark corner of the room, lying down with my face towards the metal door as I just stare towards my hand, which makes me forgot about the pain.

*Justin's P.O.V*

I walk out of his office, going back to Erin. I get my keys out, unlocking the door. I push it open, walking in to see Erin on the floor, with blood running down her arm.

I quickly run over towards her bending down to her level. "Erin?" I say, but she just stares into the distance like she can't hear a word I'm saying. I quickly pick her up bridal style, running down the hall way then down the stairs towards the entrance. "What's going on?" One of the security guards ask. "I need you to call 911, because the doctor.. he's out." I say, glaring down at her face that hold cuts, bruises, and a scar that runs down her cheekbone.

The security guards, turns around grabbing the phone that hangs on the wall dialing '911'

About five minutes later a ambulance pulls up, I quickly walk outside handing her off to one of the medics. As I run to my truck, starting it up then following the ambulance that's carrying the love of my life, who I was supposed to protect.

So I finally updated! I seriously enjoy writing this story, so I hope you guys like the story 😊

Oh and sorry for any spelling mistakes, I wrote this on my phone.

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