Forgotten

Chapter 15

                                                                            Chapter 15

I knew those woods and where Johanna would be. It seemed like years since we climbed over the park fence and ran through through the very same woods. It took me two days to get here but it was hardly morning and with the early rise the road was practically free from traffic. I put on the GPS on my phone and drove as fast as the speed limit would allow me. The last thing I needed was to pull over and reveal my situation of Johanna's kidnapping and my involvement as a drug dealer.

My eyes felt like they weighed a ton and it took all of my will power to stay awake. I turned on the radio hoping it would keep me conscience as I followed the GPS's instructions.

It felt like nine hours by the time I parked my car in front of the park. It was basically a suicide mission. I didn't have a plan or money for the debt, I might as well paint a target sign on my back.

I looked through the trunk of my car hoping I could form anything into a make-shift weapon. I knew I wasn't going to go down without a fight.

The trunk had nothing but a beach chair and an old sweat shirt. Frustrated, I slammed the trunk of the car shut.

"You know you're basically on a suicide mission."

I jumped and turned to find a boy slouching against the front of my car with a cigarette in his mouth. The guy took out a lighter from his ripped jacket pocket and held the lighter toward his cigarette and then frowned when no spark came up. "Got a lighter on you?"

I gave him a no and paused for a explanation from him with no answer. He had muscle but the kid had a bony frame and was probably stronger than he looked.His red hair was spiked up. I wonder had bad I looked at the momment. He placed the cigarette into his tattered jenes and grinned. "Never thought I say this to you again but the name's Kurt."

" Again? I knew--"

Kurt held his hand up to let himself explain further. "I know your whole situation. The amnesia,the kidnapping, the drug dealers, everything." He looked up studying me as I took it in. "You look like shit."

"Uhh...thanks."

He chucked, "Anyways, I'm a friend of yours. Ronnie called me and told me how she wanted you to move on and I kept my distance."

"Ronnie never told me about you and I didn't see you in any of the photos she showed me."

Kurt chuckled, "That's normal for her, never liked me. Thinks I'm dangerous and blamed me for Brady's death." His smile faltered as he thought of the past and then smiled again. "Didn't you wonder who was behind the camera? You know it couldn't be our parents or some strangers taking the pictures the whole time."

It seemed like my memory was slowly being put together like a giant puzzle.

Kurt smiled, well he always seemed to be smiling, "I may be a fighter, but I'm an artist in the inside. I always loved photography." He stood up and twisted on his heal. "Anyways, time is wasting let's go save your girlfriend and then you can ask your questions."

"She's not my--"

He pressed his hand to my face and chuckled, "Don't worry buddy, I know you're a fighter but everyone wants to be a lover."

I grabbed his wrist and pushed it away from my face. He chuckled at my annoyed expression. "Just like good old times.", he muttered before stopping at a truck.

He opened the trunk and sitting in his truck were two 243 Winchester guns. "This is yours." He handed one to me and I looked at him in shock,

"Don't worry, we're not killing anyone. Just don't aim for thier heads or anywhere else that could lead to death."

He checked to make sure his gun was loaded when I asked, "Where did you get these."

His eyes flicked to me and then returned his weapon, "The three of us you, me and Brady used to drive upstate to hunt for deer and stuff." He closed the trunk of his car and turned to me. "There is one more thing, I should tell you, no one knew but me, Brady and you, this whole thing is a sham. You're being framed."