Carr's POV:
"Hey. Should I call someone?" I heard a voice, accompanied by a warm hand gently shaking me into consciousness, "You can't sleep here. You'll get pneumonia."
Geez, I thought, why couldn't he just leave me here to die? I opened my eyes slowly to adjust to the blinding light, but it was suddenly blocked by an extremely tall figure. I couldn't help but thinking that this guy was handsome to say the least. He had dark hair, purple eyes, and although lean, he still had some muscle. He looked to be around 16 or 17, my age.
"Hello. I'm glad to see you're alive. My name's Jared. Jared Savan." he said as he stuck his hand out.
"Hi. I'm Carr" I replied shaking his hand. Why the hell was this guy so formal? He acts like there's a stick up his ass. He made me nervous.
His voice brought me back to Earth, "So do you have someplace to go?"
"Well...Uh....Um...I don't know," I managed to spit out. God, could I sound any dumber.
"Tell you what," he said, "how about I treat us to some breakfast and you tell me your story."
"Okay," I said, half-heartedly as we headed down the street.
An hour later, I was sitting in Starbucks, having just spilled my guts to a complete stranger, my throat tight and my eyes stinging.
"Well," he said " ,not skipping a beat , "I think you should definitely go back. If they love you, and it sounds like they do, then they'll forgive you, if they haven't already."
"So what should I do right now?" I wondered aloud. After all, I had no idea what I would say and it's not like I could just waltz in and pick up where we left off before the petty argument.
"Well, I have a place you can stay if you want until you are ready to face them." he offered.
"No offense," I said, " but I don't just go around staying at random people's houses whom I have just met.
"Well no offense," he retorted, "but you sleeping on the streets is no safer than staying in my house.
Jared's POV:
I can't believe it's her. It can't be, but there's no mistaking it. I can't believe after all these years I finally get to see her again. My mood suddenly darkens, but she wouldn't remember me. She can't. I saw it with my own eyes. She had completely forgotten about me due to shock when her father left. It's like she forgot about everything after that. She just wiped her mind clean in an attempt to start over, but how could that be possible. Her father wasn't coming back because he was dead. He killed himself, right in front of his family.
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How To Remember
Teen FictionA tragic past leads to amnesia in the form of protection in Carr. A year later, she runs away and meets Jared, but he says that they used to know each other. Is Jared really a part of Carr's unfortunate past?
