Lost Memory by Jacqueline Cortez

Chapter Two: Alejandro

I have to run away every time, from everywhere I go to get away from my family. I don't understand why he can't leave me alone. I am trying to live my life.

I get on a plane, he finds me. I get on a train, he finds me. I get in a random person's car, he finds me. Right now, It is about 3:00 a.m. give or take, I am on the run again. My destination: New York City. I booked a plane in my friend's name so my family doesn't know it's me. When I mean family, I mean my father. He has been chasing me for years, all since I was 18. When I ran away from home.

At home, I have twin sisters waiting for me always. One of them is called Ma-Rin and the other one Mi-Ran. The names only have two letters switched around. The names are foreign. My father, Jeong-Jin Park is from Korea and my mom, Selina Mamani Choque, was from Bolivia. I now have a  stepmom, Seo-Yin.

Fall of 2008 a few months before the twins were born, my mom died in a car accident. I didn't see her at the funeral. The door was closed for everyone except my father to enter. I don't know, I knew someone killed my mom, and I knew who that someone was. This broke my heart but what broke my heart, even more, is that those two baby girl twins had to grow up without a mom. Just thinking about this, a tear dropped out of one of my eyes, I missed the girls. I remember always playing with them, piggyback rides, swimming in the pool, and feeding them food when they were hungry. Ma Rin and Mi Ran must be all grown up. I regret leaving them behind, but It was for my good and their good too!  

I'm almost at the airport, the Yangyang International Airport, where I have to hop on my plane in about 30 minutes. Wait, 30 Minutes! I need to hurry.

15 minutes later...

I reach the Airport. I run and see all the schedules on the huge screens. I find mine, it is on the farthest left side of the airport and I am on the right side. I let out a sigh. No, No sighing. I can get there. Don't give up! I spot someone chasing me. I turn around and these tall and huge fully dressed Men-in-black guys in suits, head-to-toe, turned around. My father's minions are back. Sometimes I wonder, do they ever get bored of playing this hide-and-seek game with me. Seriously, I would have quit already. I start running as fast as I can. I have to head through the place where passengers pick up their luggage. I turn around and keep running forward. I lost them... I can't see them anymore...when I turn back around a lady is in front of me and I couldn't stop myself...Boom.

"Owwwww, Yo you, young man, watch where you run next time" A woman seemed in her early 30s with dark curly hair says glaring at me from the ground. I reach out a hand to help her up but she ignores it. She drops her ID. I pick it up for her. Gwen R-. She snatches the ID from my hand as she stands up. Chills scatter throughout my body.

"I'm sorry Ma'a-" I have no time for this. I have to keep running. I don't want to lose my flight. Then all of a sudden...Someone pulls me by my backpack...

"We caught you, Young Master Park, No running from us anymore" How?! How? Where did they come from? I hate it when they call me that.

"Oh come on, How about if I give you money and you can take your ginormous Squid arms off of me. This way,  we can all enjoy our day! Huh? How does that sound?" I pull out 100,000 dollars for each one of the three guards.

"Young Sir, I am afraid we cannot accept that, we follow orders from your father"

"Yup figures as much," I say giving out my arms. I have been defeated once again. I could have fought them but violence solves nothing. I wasn't skinny like KPOP stars are. I am built. I had to keep it that way. I can't be a weak person. I was not a basic Korean guy especially since I was mixed with Spanish traits. I have black straight hair, Light brown eyes that turn lighter in the winter, a height of 6'3. Still, though,  they carry me into a limousine.