Amnesia

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A/N:
Sorry the chapters are so long. But it's really worth it. I promise. Please comment and vote when you can, I'm already giddy at the views so far and the stars. I feel like I can fly. :] Happy New Years to everyone of you lovelies.

I woke up, my mind already on the ways to ask Nick to come with me. I looked at my olive skin, not paying attention to my hair, afraid I would hear that voice again. I was beginning to remember. Not many things, just the small things. I remember the week after Christmas and New Years, and I remember meeting Andrew. Other than meeting this man, nothing came to mind.

I shook my head clear and finished with brushing my teeth and hair. Not taking another moment to procrastinate, I followed the sounds and scents of breakfast to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Lisa." My mother greeted, not even turning to face me.

That creeps me out, how she knows where I'm at without even looking. Everyone stopped talking and looked at me, smiles of pity on their faces. I hated that, I wasn't a charity case.

"Good morning," I mumbled, taking my place next to Cheryl who had the most pity on her pretty face. If they wanted to show me pity, I was going to be more awkward than Kristen Stewart.

"Any news on my kidnapper?" I ask, popping a grape in my mouth.

Everyone averted my eyes, shaking their heads. I smiled, that'll teach you.

I stared at Nick once conversation started again, hoping he would look at me; but he didn't so much as glance at me. I gave up, falling into their small talk. They rambled about the latest movies and the wonderful bipolar weather of Cleveland. Cheryl made a mistake when she brought up three girls who were held captive in Cleveland. Everyone stopped talking then, Cheryl desperately trying to change subject.

"What do you mean, girls? I asked, unable to drop the topic so easily.

"Cheryl," Nick said, rubbing his hands frustratingly on his face.

"No. Tell me." I demanded, pinning Cheryl with my gaze.

She looked nervously between me, Nick, Dad and mom, trying to find an out. No one gave her the opportunity, probably just as flustered as she was.

Cheryl sighed, getting the story out so She could be left alone. "Ten years ago, three girls were kidnapped. All on separate occasions. They went through hell, but they managed to survive. For ten years, they were tortured, beaten, and yet they managed to survive.

"They were saved by a neighbor who had no idea what was going on. Hell, no one knew what was happening, not even the bastard's family who came to visit. The man who owned the house, hid them pretty well; threatening their lives if they made so much as a sound. Nevertheless, they're safe and alive; doing very well and they're healing."

I looked at both Nick and Cheryl, unable to process the significant amount of goosebumps that covered my whole body. I couldn't begin to imagine what happened to those women, and I doubt I will ever know. I couldn't even sympathize with them, because of my memory loss. Mom changed the subject and talked about the lottery being at five million. Dad made a joke about playing it and divorcing mom who feigned offense then jumped back with a "I wouldn't divorce you. You will never find out who my other boyfriend is. I'll have both the cow and pig."

Everyone laughed, forgetting the story of the girls. I didn't want to dwell on it either, I was surprised they weren't killed, and I'm glad that they all have a second chance.

Nick excused himself to use the restroom, and I excused myself to my room, feigning a headache; not wanting to miss my chance.

I waited in my room, my best chance cornering him and making him come with me. The toilet flushed and I ran to meet him in the hallway.

"Nick," I whispered.

He looked at me surprised and entered my room.

"I need a favor." I said, slowly closing the door.

Nick looked at me curiously, not sure of what to make of this. He crossed his arms waiting for me to explain.

"I need help," I said, "I want to go to the police station and see if they'll tell me who this Andrew guys is."

Nick sighed, rubbing the back of his head, "it's private information on someone who is a suspect in an open investigation. Its against the law to share anyone's info."

I let out a frustrated sigh forgetting about that stupid technicality.

"I remember him. Not much, just bits and pieces." I admitted.

Nick looked at me that familiar look of pity on his features once more. I grew angry, "stop looking at me like that! I'm not some damn charity case, Nick. I'm a human being, your sister." I harshly whispered, even pointing at the floor for effect.

He looked away, guilt replacing the pity looks. "Sorry, I just don't want you to remember so soon. Maybe it's for the best."

I scoffed, "for the best? What if he comes back and acts like my lover or something and I believe him? If I do, I might not get another chance to live." I defended.

Nick looked at his hands, his face scrunched up in concentration. His hands fell to his hips as he bit his lip.

I could tell he was really trying to come up with another excuse, and quite frankly is was p*ssing me off. Nick let out a deep sigh, "fine."

I was shocked that he finally decided to help and giddy with excitement. I wanted to jump up and down, and clap like a high school girl. However, I settled for a hug.