I ran as fast as my feet could take me. I was tired and afraid, but I had to keep going. Everything happened so fast in my head. Where should I go and who will help me now? The only thing that was on my mind was to run.
Come on, Ki, just a few more blocks. Don’t let them catch you. You are not a runner, but today you run. That is all I kept thinking in my head. Run as fast as you can. Don't stop. Don't look back. Get as far away as possible because if they catch you, it's all over.
“I’m sorry!” I stopped and heaved in deep breaths. I chanced a look back to see if they were close.
“Hey, it’s ok. I wasn’t looking,” he responded, holding my shoulders.
I stopped listening to him and looked back again, and all I saw was a silhouette drawing closer. They were going to catch if I stayed in this spot. I knew my tired feet had to move again. Quickly, I pulled away from him and ran, but my bracelet slipped from my hand and fell.
I looked back, not realizing where I was before blinding lights were flashing in front of me. I didn't have time to scream or move. I crouched my hands to hide my face with the truck’s honk blaring closer before impact and there was darkness.
James Miller Pega
“OH MY GOD!” I shouted in shock, my hand flying to close my mouth.
One minute she had bumped into me and the next she was running again. It all happened so fast. She looked back, not realizing she was running into traffic, and in a few seconds, she was flying in the air before falling hard on the ground. Why did she look back? Why was she running?
I have never witnessed something this gruesome. I thought my heart would explode because my heart was pounding so hard. My body even shook with the feeling of such a scene. Just staring at her body with eyes opened was intense. She looked dead. It was freaky.
My feet moved toward to check on her against my better judgement of the accident. I prayed she was alive. I shook and exhaled hard, moving one foot at a time and stepping on something. It made me stop. Her bracelet must have slipped off. I knelt and picked it up, my head turning to look in her direction.
“K. I?” I whispered, fisting the bracelet.
I started moving closer, but they drew me back because it was an accident. There was not much I could do other than let the professionals help. Some people were snapping photos, and some had their hands on their mouths, and the man who had hit her was shaking his hand in panic before his hands interlocked behind his back. He was a sobbing mess.
As the ambulance and police sound kept getting close. I noticed two men in black suits. One was on the phone, who whispered something in the other man’s ear before he nodded. I drew my attention to him as I was reading his lips as he was whispering something that sounded like ‘we must find it’. He noticed me staring, and I quickly averted my gaze to watch the girl. When I looked back at the men again, they were gone.
The ambulance came in and took her away. Thankfully, she was still alive from the little I heard from the medics. Hopefully, she was going to make it. The police put tape around the spot where she was. There was a lot of emotion from the man who had hit her as the officer was questioning him. I didn’t realize that it was late. I had been standing here until my phone was buzzing in my jacket.
“Where are you, James? Mom is freaking out. You better get home in the next minute.” I was late again, and I needed to rush home.
“SHIT!” I muttered as I put my phone in my jacket to notice I still had her bracelet in my hand, which I slid in my jacket and jogged home.
As I saw the house close by, I took a deep breath, shaking off the scene I had witnessed, and I grabbed the doorknob with a deep breath. My heart was still racing hard.
“Where have you been?” my sister whispered.
“Jesus, don’t sneak up on me like that,” I whisper-shout, holding my heart.
“What’s got you all creeped out?” She stared at me under her lashes. "You can be so dramatic sometimes."
“Nothing.” I shook my head quickly.
“Fine, whatever.” She rolled her eyes before walking away.
I sighed before I dropped my backpack on the floor and started running upstairs to my room.
“James, how many times have I told you not to run into the house? Especially on the stairs,” my mom shouted.
“Sorry,” I responded.
“Did you leave your backpack down again?”
I rushed back again so I could grab my backpack only to see her with her hands on her hips giving me a look.
I sighed, kissing her on the cheek. “Hi mom, sorry mom,” I smiled sheepishly.
“Hi, dinner will be ready at 7:15,” she said, cupping my cheeks with her hands smiling. “Are you ok, Jam?” She eyes me with a raised brow.
“Mom, don’t call me that. It’s embarrassing.” I groaned.
“I will call you that because you are my sweet boy,” she proudly proclaimed.
I shake my head and walk to grab my backpack and I dash past her running the stairs.
“James!” she shouted as I ran up the stairs again.
“Sorry,” I shouted before opening my door and slamming the door.
I could hear my mom’s exasperated voice, as she was not happy with me running and slamming my door. I threw my backpack on the bed before I slammed on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.
Things my mother couldn’t stand were me and Harper fighting, us running on the stairs, and slamming our doors, which happened a lot. Even dad ran into the house. This mostly happened in the morning because that’s when breakfast was being served. I smiled at this thought, happy to have calmed down after witnessing that terrible accident.
I reached for my pocket so I could take my phone and that’s when I felt the bracelet once again. I took it out and examined it and it looked like something that was specially made and by the engraving on it this bracelet meant something to her.
“K. I?” It must be her name, I thought.
Could she have been running away from those two men in black suits? She looked like she was running away from someone. I drew away my attention from those thoughts and I got my sketchbook and drew. I drew today’s incident from the moment she bumped into me and the accident to the shocked people, the driver, ambulance, police, and the two men in black suits.
“What is that?” I jumped from the chair where I had lost myself to my drawing.
“Harper, get out. Must you always be a creeper?” I yelled at her.
“Why so jumpy, James? Did you do something?” she smiled wildly. "Is it something that will get you in trouble with mom and dad?"
“Nosy much?” I scowled, “What do you want? I told you to knock before walking into my room.” I glared at her.
“I did, knock. Three times.” She rolled her eyes and looked at me. “Mom asked me to get you. It's dinnertime. She told you 7:15,” she said as she started touching the drawings, observing them with her head tilted.
“She is pretty. Who is she?” she asked, looking at me. "Is that why you were late? Got a crush?" she stared at the sketches. "What is her name?" her eyes were sparkling with mischief.
“No one.” I snatched the sketch from her.
“These guys are scary.” She had grabbed the other sketches.
“Stop that,” I responded.
“Why does that pretty girl look like she is dead here?” she said, pointing in a confused look.
“None of your business, troublemaker.” I started dragging her out of my room before slamming the door in her face and locking it.
“Mom, Jam is slamming the door again,” she shouted, then there were footsteps of her walking away.
All I could hear was a conversation between the two of them having an argument about me slamming the door and Harper complaining as always.
I took a few steps to the drawings as I stared at one of her, looking like she was dead. I took the bracelet from my jacket again and relief ran through my body because if that troublemaker had seen it, this would not end well.
I hid the bracelet in one box where I keep my private possessions. I would go look for her at the hospital the next day so I could make sure that she had survived the accident.
My sister was right. She was pretty. I smiled at the thought and my mind couldn’t get her face out of my head. After all, I had a photographic memory.
My stomach growled, reminding me I was hungry. I looked at the clock and saw it was 7:30. If I did not go down soon, my mom would send that troublemaker again. I unlocked the door and ran downstairs for dinner.
Kioni Life has a way of being funny sometimes. Here I am a psychologist who lost her memory 10 years ago. I meet different patients daily who tell me their problems and help better their lives and thoughts, yet I can’t seem to find a way to help myself remember my past. I have exhausted every book on memory loss, even resorted to crazy ideas I found on g****e and yet everything I tried seemed to not work. This frustrates me a lot and I wish I could have a memory of who I was before all of this. All I remember is Ki, and I wonder what my full name could be. Kira. Kimberly. Just Kim or maybe Kesha. The search is long considering I'm working with only 2 letters. “What do you think I should do?” Shit, not again. I had drifted off from my patient and focused on myself again. So not professional. I exhaled and focused. “What do you think you should do?” I looked at him before I looked down and pretended to jot something on my clipboard. I prayed he would give me something to work wit
Kioni I have no idea why I make myself run because it’s not something I enjoy but deep down there is this urge that makes me run. Today was different and I woke up with a need to run the extra mile this morning without care that my head was pounding, and my mind was going crazy. The broken record and nightmare dream last night were different. I’m not sure if it was a memory or part of my subconscious wanting to remember but it had put me off. I couldn’t sleep after I woke up drenched in sweat after 4 pm. After my run, I decided to go to work early so I can speak to my father who is also my therapist. He is the one who has listened to me for the past 10 years before he decided to adopt me. No one came looking for me and there was never a case report of a missing 16-year-old in the city. There was an investigation made to search f
James I walked back to my desk where the file was so I could review the whole thing again. I wish my partner was here, but he had to get married and take a vacation for two weeks leaving me to solve this case all by myself. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and placed it on the table. I took a sigh before pushing the chair back so I could work on a lead or something before Romans got wind of the lie spewed about a lead. That man had eyes everywhere and nothing ever got past him. He was a good chief but a pain in the ass sometimes. I skimmed the file again searching for something I might have missed. I knew the obvious reasons the parents never approved of their daughter dating a guy who is not from their elite circle which was bullshit. I rolled my eyes skimming further to the video of their breakup that went viral over the whole campus to Esther getting jealous of Elijah and his new girlfriend. The whole damn case is like a soap opera coming into real life. For once I agreed with t
James If Wagner was around, he would have had something to talk about for the rest of my life. He was just as bad with the teasing as Harper and sometimes those two loved getting off at tag-teaming against me just to make me miserable or piss me off. I took a sharp breath, blinking at the perfect woman that was walking in my direction. Her eyes were glued to papers in her hands as she walked confidently to the desk. I never knew heels would look that sexy on a woman until her. I looked up from her ankles to the stunning pencil skirt and blouse that was tucked in. True beauty is what she is. Her clothes fitted perfectly right. Damn that blouse she tucked in that skirt because the moment her hand dropped the papers on the desk, I knew I was fucked. Her ass popped higher when she leaned at the desk and man, those legs and those heels were enough to make me feel rigid. I wondered why I hadn't been in this area before, because she was made for me. I don't know why the universe had been
James “She’s pretty,” Harper spoke over my ear and I jumped. “God Harper, must you always do that?” I snapped dropping my drawing pencil. “Why so jumpy detective?” She laughed while dropping a mug beside my table. “I’m not jumpy,” I scoffed, grabbing the steaming mug before taking a sip. “You hardly draw these days and you missed dinner so decided to get you a coffee,” she shrugged. “You are nosy that's why you are here,” I rolled my eyes, setting my mug down. “So, who’s the pretty lady?” she wiggled her eyebrows at me, “I have only seen you draw a pretty girl once and that was a long time ago,” she added. Harper was just as observant with a sharp memory as me, but there was one more factor: she was nosy. She is the only one who knows how to startle me because she is a sneaky troublemaker who likes hovering over me while I draw. She knows that when I draw, I lose focus of my surroundings with my attention directed to making a drawing come to life. “Stop being a nosy little bra
James After an hour of skipping and punching next on my laptop I had almost missed the date in question and smirked as I watched the proof that I needed in front of me. Esther Hernandez was a filthy rich liar and the proof was all too clear to miss. I smiled at the discovery as I paused the footage. I hit myself in the head because I had skimmed through the report and it was too obvious. The clues were all there and I was ignoring them. She was jealous or embarrassed when Elijah broke things off with her. She was too proud to accept he had moved on. How do I always miss the answer when it’s always in front of me? James Miller Pega sometimes you can be so dull but right now you are one clever detective. The town will be talking about this for a few weeks. I laughed, shaking my head as I pressed the mouse to drag back on the footage and watched it again. It was like watching a crime series but this time it featured three people, Elijah the victim. Esther, as the puppet and mommy dear
Kioni I could feel shaking as something rattled or moved and my body was supine. I couldn’t figure out what was happening. I tried to open my eyes but the blinding light was too much, making my eyes roll back. I wanted to speak or get an idea of where I was but something was happening within me. My body was burning up. I could feel it and my head felt like concrete as if it was forcefully pressed down trapping me. It was too much and something was fighting and hammering in front of my heavy eyes. My body was resisting and I was fighting with a younger version of myself for control and I had managed to fight back which made me hear voices. “What's happening to her?” I heard a voice shouting but I couldn’t remember where I knew the voice from. “Stay on your seat, sir. She is convulsing. Dean, how far until we get to the hospital?” A female voice shouted. The voices faded again as if I was forced back into my trance. I was face to face with the one who was responsible for everything a
James I woke up in a good mood and I couldn’t wait to get to the office and hopefully the warrant of arrest will be on my desk. I wanted to do this as quickly as possible and hopefully close the case by the afternoon. It will give me enough time to drop by Parker & Associates and show her my gratitude and work on my Pega charm. I couldn’t wait to see her again. I smiled. “Jesus put a shirt on. You own a closet full of them.” Harper walked into the kitchen with a yawn. “Good morning to you too. Grumpy much today?” “You are in a good mood I see. What the hell did you do?” She asked, grabbing a mug to pour herself the already brewing coffee. “Can’t I be nice without you being suspicious? What am I to you, some bad guy?” I looked at her rolling my eyes. “God this tastes awful,” she spoke spitting back the coffee in her mug, “No you are my very good brother,” she responded and I smiled, “but you never cook so it’s either you finally decided to get rid of me or you want something,” she