Untold Stories.

Chapter 2

I stood there and suddenly the world blurred and I stared directly into his captivating emerald eyes. I thought deeply and thousands of lost memories flooded my mind and the shock was overwhelming. Robbie? I never knew a person called Robbie yet I felt that I did, I don’t know how I just did. Images of a young girl with bright red ribbons entangled in her long curly blond locks and a white dress popped into my mind. She had chocolate smeared over her mouth and a young boy with the same emerald eyes as the male in front of me laughed and pointed fingers. She was surrounded by love. My mind showed me images of this young girl, her first birthday, her first walk, her first words. Not forgetting, the day she was kidnapped. I instantly recognised it was the young girl from my dreams. For a moment I felt my reality crashing down. Who was this little girl and why is Robbie searching for me? I’m not special, I have no specific talents and I lived a dull dreary depressing life. I had no connection to this Robbie person and the young girl. My thoughts had flew away as I heard screams and shouting,

‘’AMELIA WAKE UP!’’ Delilah and Robbie said in unison. I found myself in Robbie’s secure arms as I lay limp. Before I could open my mouth and tell them I’m fine, Blake came running with what seemed like a bucket of ice cold water and dumped in over my within a flash. Their eyes popped out of their heads as they noticed my now see through top. Greeaaatt. I jerked up in an instance; before I could retaliate I felt a jacket over my shoulders, how thoughtful of this stranger. Everyone was silent as the students were all in first period by now the only noises were my shivering. I took this brief silence as a chance to survey Robbie, he had messy untamed brown hair and his skin was tan showing he wasn’t from here. We both stood out against the pale residents of rosewood, my friends would tease and say I was abducted. His cheekbones were chiselled perfectly and his long eyelashes surrounded his piercing eyes. He was dressed in black doc martens and tight black tee that easily showed his toned body with black slim fit jeans with slits. He was perfectly imperfect. Even though he had the whole punk look going on he didn’t strike me as one.

‘’Heeeelloooo earth to amelia’’ Robbie said in a melancholy tone. Delilah and Blake stood there confused out of their minds. Before I could speak Zack came running down the corridor he stopped at the end of the hallway and stood there breathing heavily in and out. Fear was visible in his eyes. He looked at me pleadingly as if he had done something wrong. His eyes crossed over to Robbie, Zack looked scared whilst Robbie scowled at him. It was clear they knew each other. Zack simply mouthed sorry before turning around and running out of the front door, I watched from the window as he searched eagerly for his phone and screamed into it and ran off to his car. I managed to catch some words, ‘’they found her’’. WHO FOUND ME?

Before I could even asked I felt specks of blackness take over my eyesight and I passed out.

-Robbie’s POV-

I finally found her; I could take her home to her father. Where she would learn her rich heritage and come to grips with the past. For 7 years I’ve been searching for her, Every time I got close I would be back to base one. I watched her as she stared at me, gaping. Not surprising, every girl would look at me that way. Not that I would let them throw themselves at me. She suddenly dropped to the ground and instinctively I grabbed her and let her lay in my arms. It felt more than overwhelming to have her back. Ever since the day she was taken away from us, no one spoke. Almost as if a major part of our lives was taken, her father locked himself in his room and never spoke for years. That’s when I noticed I must go after her and bring her back to her devastated father, it was enough that he had to mourn for the loose of his beloved wife.  Her blond hair was up in a bun which gave full access to her piercing emerald eyes. Her tan porcelain skin added a certain glow to her, which made her stand out. But what I noticed was the bruise that was fading under her eyes. Before I could stop myself I was stroking her face. It was clear they had hurt her. They were pretty successful in hiding her, they changed her surname and there were no medical history records. It’s pretty hard to find Amelia, when there were thousands more Amelia’s in the US. For a while I thought that I had to leave the country in terms of finding her. But then I received news from my inside man, He worked alongside her kidnapper in attempt to find her whereabouts. But to no avail would he reveal her whereabouts to anyone, for 7 years he told no-one but the people around her. I looked up to see that her friends were staring directly at me as I stroked her bruise and her in my arms. This looked really fishy, but they don’t understand. I snapped out my phone and scrolled down until I found her father’s number,