Amnesia

8

The next morning seemed reluctant in making its presence. I barely slept, more memories of Andrew were surfacing and everything was overwhelming at this point. Andrew, from what I can remembered, was a nice man. He had a beautiful, perfect smile. His wavy black hair looked soft and his brown eyes held secrets. I remembered wanting to find out those secrets and get closer the man. Maybe he was my lover and I just refused to tell anyone, afraid of him getting rejected by my family and friends or I just didn't want to indulge people on my personal life.

I sighed, rinsing my mouth from the mint paste and threw my hair onto a messy bun. The voice wasn't here this morning, and I was grateful for the silence. A knock on the bathroom door startled me as I slipped my clean shirt over my head.

"Lisa," Nick whispered.

I didn't answer as I opened the door quietly. Everyone was still sleeping.

"Are you about ready? Mom will be up soon." Nick complained. I rolled my eyes and gestured for him to lead the way out. I felt like I was fourteen again, sneaking out to go to the Mississippi River. I liked the water's calming effects and the sounds of nature.

Nick lead the way quietly down the stairs and outside, making sure the handle was locked at least and sped to his car.

We both laughed at the silly way we were acting. We were adults who were still afraid of their parents and acted like teenagers. Nick started the car and backed out, before anyone could run out the house from the noise of the engine.

The sun was now rising, it was a matter of time before mom walked downstairs and started breakfast.

The drive into town was quiet. We didn't say anything, still buzzing from sneaking out.

"What are you going to do if you find him?" Nick asked, trying to figure out what I planned.

I shrugged, "I want to know if he really is my lover as he claimed, mom said he was the one who found me."

Nick seemed to think it over and smiled, "mom probably had a fit, being the romantic she is."

I smiled to, remembering the book I gave her for Christmas years ago. She refused to cook in the morning from being up all night reading it.

"She probably did." I replied.

Nick's smile slowly disappeared and I looked at him, curious as to why.

"If he found you, don't you think he was the one who took you in the first place?" Nick asked turning left toward the town.

"It would make sense. But why would he save me and not kill me? Take the chance and run?"

I asked, wanting to fully understand his suspicion.

"He probably ran out of time. The search party was only a few feet away, from what mom told me." Nick shrugged. He clearly thought about every possibility and had some theories to back his worries.

I bit my lower lip, and stared straight ahead, giving more thought on how to find this man.

"How are you really enjoying Cleveland?" I asked, wanting to change the pace of thoughts in my head.

Nick smiled, "it's always cold. The weather constantly changes, but the sights are wonderful."

I smiled back, wondering what it would be like there, to see snow instead of the heat from pavements and streets, "what's your favorite place to go?"

"That's easy, the West Side Market." Nick laughed, making another left at the fork.

"What's that?" I asked.