Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 4

As I got in mine and Carrie's bed to sleep that night, it was to no avail. I couldn't go to sleep knowing that the guy who cost me not only my memory, but fifth teen years of my life. It felt impossible to sleep knowing that, but I manage to get some sleep, and have a vision in my sleep also. I was readying my pistol for target practice, and a friend of mine asked me to help him with his pistol. I went to help him with the pistol, where it gave Blake enough to take the bullets out the gun and put the empty clip back into the gun. As we it was my turn for the target practice, I remember the ashamed looked everyone had when they knew I had no bullets in my gun. Then I remember people holding me back, while Blake was on the ground holding his bloody nose. I must of punched him in the nose or something. I then awoke from my dream in a fit of rage, I can't waist anymore time. I will find this guy and make him pay.

In the afternoon, I went over Rich's house. I knew he had to know where Blake is now, I just hope it's in Kentucky. Rich opened the door, looking like he just got out of bed. "Hey James, what's up?" he asked me while rubbing his eyes. "Where is Blake Rogers?!" I asked, sounding like I was demanding an answer, which I am. I couldn't let him sugarcoat this like he did last time, so this time I gotta be more tough. "Why are you looking for him?" he asked, very confused on why I asked for him. "Cause that guy is the reason I spent fifth teen years in a fucking coma, and can't remember shit! Now where is he?!" I asked again in a more firm voice, for his sake he better tell me. "So that's what he told you..." he muttered under his breathe. What the hell did that mean? "Blake is being held in a prison downtown. He's been there for fifth teen years and isn't getting out anytime soon." he explained to me. Finally, now that I know where he is, it's time we had a little chat.

I made it to the prison and requested a call with Blake, and I got it. Once he looked and saw me in the booth, it looked like he had seen a ghost. He picked up the phone and just stared at me. The mother fucker must know why I'm here. "James? James Roman? Is that really you?" he asked, as if he actually cared about me, yea right. "Yea it's me. You know, you're very lucky you're in a cell cause if you was out here your ass be on the ground right now." I told him, I felt like I haven't been this pissed in a long time. He gave me a very confused look, "What? Dude, don't you remember who I am?" he asked, of course I remember my assassin. "You're the bastard who tried to kill me fifth teen years ago. You cost me my memory!" I exclaimed at him, and his face turned into shame and disappointed real quick. "James, whatever Briggs told you is a lie. I didn't cause the attack." he uttered, what a fucking liar. He deserves to rot in jail for what he done to me and our team. "Why the hell should I believe you?" I asked in a firm voice, and he sighed and said "Cause I'm your brother." That can't be true...my own brother did this to me... "I know you can't remember anything James. So let me tell you who you are, and what really happened in the war." he said, and I nodded in agreement. Now I can finally know who I was, and who I am.