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I’m escorted to an empty room when we arrive at the police station. I feel like I’ve been sitting in here forever.
Lissa opens the door and closes it behind her. “I have to be quick, I need your help.” Her voice is shaky.
Why would she need my help?
Her eyes dart around, keeping an eye on the door.
“How can I help you?” I want her to understand I will do whatever it takes to free Rory. I don’t know a lot about myself, but I know without a shadow of doubt that none of the guys would ever lay a finger on me.
“To free Rory, we need your memories back. The people who just walked in are not good.” She clenches her fist as she leans across the table, the sweat on her forehead running down her temples. She is desperate for me to believe what she is saying.
“I need to go with them, don’t I?” I say under my breath. I was dreading this day.
My head hits the wooden table in front of me a little harder than I anticipate. The throb is a welcome pain; at least I can feel something other than worry. How will I get through this if they take me away?
“If you don’t and you can’t be a witness, he will go away for a long time.”
It doesn’t make sense he could be convicted with no witness.
She gives me a few details on ‘my parents’ who are trying to force their way in here. She explains that while she can’t tell me much, she can say that my family name is Montgomery, and they’re a long line of criminals. The police have watched them for years.
“Promise me you will keep the boys away. No matter what, they can’t be involved.”
She agrees.
“What do you need me to do?”
The door opens and a uniformed officer, two guys in suits and an older version of me walks through the door. The woman starts crying as she rushes towards me for a hug. I stand up before she gets to me and step backwards. I see the hurt on her face, but I don’t care. What kind of a mother doesn’t look for her own child?
“I want to take my daughter home,” the taller of the two men demands. His suit screams money, as does the gold watch covered in diamonds and his chunky gold necklace.
“I’m sorry, Mr Montgomery, we have to wait until her legal guardian and child services arrives. We have questions and forms to fill out.”
The guy who claims to be my father hasn’t even looked my way. His lawyer looks like a slimy bastard and my mother a trophy wife.
“Can everyone shut up!” I scream as Beth is led into the room. I rush to her side and wrap my arms around her. She assures me it will be okay.
I’m told my name is Bristol Montgomery, and I was kidnapped from a psych hospital while my parents were out of the country. The hospital was under a strict confidentiality agreement and couldn't contact the police about a patient until the parents could be contacted. They try to tell me Rory kidnapped and beat me.
“I was so worried about you,” the lady who claims to be my mother cries. “You were due to be released upon our return, and to find out you were kidnapped and lost your memory… I’m the worst mother in the world.”
I scrounge up every ounce of anger and shove it back, plastering on the fakest smile. I look at her with her fake tan and bleached blonde hair. “It’s not your fault.” I look at Lissa. “I want to go home with my parents.”
The end.
