DIAMOND KEYS

THIRTY-TWO

Clay literally dumped me at my doorstep because he didn’t say a word before driving off.

Dad was the only one at home and he explained that mum and Maxwell had gone to Mr. and Mrs. Taylor’s library for a visit.

“Okay” I said plumping into a seat and telling him about my day.

“Wow” was he all he said.

“You know what dad, I’m not sorry for what I did or said. I really want Logan to remember me.”
    
He walked over to a sit beside me and put his hand over mine. “Don’t you think you are pushing it Elle?”
   
I looked at him. “No dad, I don’t think so.”

“Well, the thing is that you have to take it easy, one step at a time. I know it’s hard for you because you are the only one he doesn’t remember but you don’t have to push it or force it. He can’t regain his memory in one day, don’t give him so much information at once; I don’t think that will help. I might not be a doctor, but I know that when something is too much, it’s no longer good.”

“I will take your advice, try to take it easy and see how it goes.”
    
He gave me a hug and kiss on my forehead.

“And there is Clay,” I nodded against his chest.

“You have to call him now and tell him you are sorry.”
    
I pulled away to get my phone from my purse and then I realized, no purse, no phone.

“What’s wrong?” dad asked.
    
My mouth fell open and I used my hand to cover it immediately.
    
It’s at Logan house!

“What’s wrong?” He asked again.
    
It’s at Logan’s house.
    
It’s with Logan!
    
I was trying to process it my head and I realized I was feeling so exhilarated about it. What if he runs through it? What if he finds something in it that he will remind him of me? What if he takes my phone and remembers the password and what if he sees our pictures in my gallery? It is just too much for me to handle!

“What is wrong?” Dad asked again for the third time.

“My phone is at Logan’s house, I can’t call Clay.”
    
His look was confused; he didn’t understand why I was so happy.

“In my purse,” I added.
    
The idea of going there alone to get my purse thrilled me.
    
No Clay.
    
No Marc.
    
Just Logan and I!

“How does that make you happy?” He finally asked.
    
I didn’t answer. I just jumped up and started heading towards the door.

“And where are you going?”

“Logan’s house”

“Why?”

“To get my purse obviously.”

“But you just got back from there.”

“How do you expect me to call Clay without my phone?”

“Use mine.”

“I don’t know Clay’s number of hand.” I lied.

“I have it on my phone.”

“How?” 

“Your mum gave me the number of all your friends.”
    
I walked back to him, snatched the phone from his hand and dialed Clay’s number from my head not bothering to go to contacts.

“Hello, who’s this?” Clay answered on the first ring.

“It’s Michele, I’m sorry for shouting at you; I didn’t mean to, I’m just too desperate. Please don’t be angry at me, I know we have to stick together now.” I said in one breath, not even allowing him to speak.

“Cool down sis, I forgave you the minute you told me you were sorry in the car.”

“So why didn’t you tell me so?”

“I didn’t just want to. By the way whose number is this?”

“My dad”

“Oh, say hi to him for me okay. We’ll talk later, I’m chatting with Charlotte.”

“Okay…” he hung up before I finished talking. “Bye” I said to phone.

“What did he say?”  Dad questioned.

“He has forgiven me already and I should tell you hi.”
    
He smiled and nodded. “Tell him I said hi too anytime you see him.”
    
I rolled my eyes heavenwards. “I need my phone!” I cried.

“You will get it tomorrow!”  He said in the same tone I used.

“What if I don’t have the chance to?”
    
He smiled wickedly. “I’ll get it for you.”

“Never!”
    
I stuck my lower lip out like a little girl to prevent myself from laughing then I ran upstairs to my room to wait anxiously for the next day.

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