Black Combat Boots

Chapter Eighteen

I slowly open my eyes, turning my head from the left to the right I see that I am in a bedroom. I try to think about how I got here. Or even, who I am.

I freak out, jumping out of the bed. I lap the room trying to see something that'll help me remember. I look into a mirror just above the dresser in across from the bed.

I have mint hair? Jeez, I pull that off well. Maybe, but does it match my personality? What is my personality? Am I funny? Bratty? Coldhearted? Shy?

I open the door, almost knocking over a lady that was walking in.

"Oh, hunny! You're awake!!" she hugs me tightly.

"Uh, yes?" I feel bad because she probably means something to me, if she is so excited to see me.

"Whats wrong?" she looks worried.

"I don't... I don't remember who I am... or where I am." I sigh.

"You're Dylan Jones, my daughter. I'm Helen Jones, your mother." she smiles.

"Oh, where am I?" I ask.

"You're in your room. You can redecorate it. The doctor said you might forget who you are and such. You woke up a while ago, he asked you questions and you still didn't know who you were. When he left, you had fell back asleep. You didn't wake up until now, a day later."

"I could not be more confused." I sigh.

"You should get your memory back soon. But if you don't, the doctor said we can help you just re-learn everything."

"So I may never get my memory back?"

"Yes, but the doctor did say that we can just tell you everything you need to know."

"And my room? I can redecorate it?"

"Just make a list of everything you want. You should know, we have quite some money." Mom smiles, almost...evilly?

*O*

I walk into the store with a huge smile on my face. Since Mom said I could decorate however I want, I took that to heart.

I had a closet full of clothes, cute ones. I decided to leave my walls white. I got all black furniture, white comforter and a mint fluffy blanket.

"Dylan!!" I turn and see a (very attractive) guy, around my age run up to me. He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me up.

"Stranger danger!!" I say, wiggling out of his grip. He sets me down and looks into my eyes.

"You mean you don't remember me? At all?" He looks so sad. Then angry. "She did this." He spits with such hatred.

"You mean, Helen? My mom?" I ask.

"Is that what she told you?" He demands.

"Y-Yeah?" I stutter.

"Listen, we need to go. You will understand later." He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. "Don't worry, you've been kidnapped you many times before."

I just sit on his shoulder. If Helen did lie to me, that could be possible. I mean I don't remember anything, so there is that opportunity.

He sets me in a Jeep's passenger's side door.

"By the way, I am Sam. Since you don't remember." He smiles.

"In my life, did I have a boyfriend?" I ask, bluntly.

"Sort of, it was kind of my younger brother. But I don't know if you guys are offical. His name is Zach. You used to call him Luke because he kidnapped and robbed the shoe store you were in. But didn't want you to know." He laughs.

"When I see Zach again, do you think I'll remember?" I ask.

"Hopefully, that's kind of the plan." He sighs.

We park in front of a giant mansion. Sam leads me into the mansion.

"EVERYONE NEEDS TO GET DOWN HERE, LITERALLY NOW!!" Sam yells.

People come from all over the mansion. They all gasp and stare in happy shock at me.

But then a super atttractive guy my age walks down one of the spiral stairs. He gets to the bottom and looks up at me.

"Dylan?" He whispers.

I squint my eyebrows in confusion.

"Is it you?"

"Um, yes?"

He runs up and hugs me so tightly.

And suddenly everything comes back to me.

"Zach!!" I hug him back just as tightly.

Then after like a minute everyone hugs me too.

Victor looks at me after we break the hug, "What are we going to do about Helen?"

"Hurt the girl." Zach spits with so much hatred, he glares hardly.

"Dylan?" Victor asks.

"Agreed." I spit.

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Authors Note

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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This story is a lot better then the others that I've written, am I right????

-A<3