Memory Lane Up In The Headlights Novels & Stories

The sound of cheering and laughter faded into the night. The next moment, headlights blinded me. The car spun out of control, the world tilting violently. A sickening crunch of metal, and then darkness. I gripped my head despite the forced hold from the security guys, gasping as the memory clawed its way to the surface. Around me, the crowd continued to murmur, but I couldn’t hear them. My mind was too loud. Another memory… A woman’s voice, cold and cutting, stood over me before kicking me into the river. “You shouldn’t be here. Go join your mother and let my daughter have everything!”

My lonely silhouette passed through the crowd and seemed to leave traces of my existence, but it also seemed like I'd never been here at all. As my car sped through the night, I glanced out the window and saw Beamon standing at the hall's exit. He seemed to be frantically searching with a desperate look in his eyes. Was he searching for me? No, that couldn't be. I was just being foolish again. There was still an hour until midnight. The pain in my head was growing sharper, and I knew that the last of my memories of Beamon would soon disappear. Before boarding the plane, I received a video from Anja captioned, "Revenge delivered."

I wake up with a banging headache and the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I can feel it ran down my face and was roughly treated. The room is dark and it does not look like there is any light in view and I struggle to recollect what was the last thing that happen. It comes in bit and pieces. I remember being on a call with Amaya and then I remember flipping and losing the phone. Next thing I remember is being lifted and dumped and the back of a truck and it all went dark. As the last memory comes in I call out for help and no one answers me. I call out a few more times and no one answers me.

I retrieved the car key from the cabinet and headed towards my sleek white Lamborghini Huracan Performante. I got into the car, revved the engine, and sped through the roads, ignoring the red traffic lights. As I drove, the cityscape blurred together, my mind consumed by the memories of our time together, my emotions swirling inside me, and I couldn't help but punch the steering wheel. Eventually, I made a stop at Manhattan Beach, where memories of our time together flooded my mind.

A scream left me right as the van drove in front of me . I had no time to prepare as Lucas’s car ran right into the van and my head jerked forward. A huge smack sounded as the impact had me slamming my head into something that came out the steering wheel. A small whimper left me as my head bounced off of it and hit the head rest. I collapsed into something that almost felt soft and immediately felt paralyzed. My body felt sore all over and I didn’t think I could get out of this car even if I tried with all my strength.

In the distance, a pair of blinding headlights would pierce through the darkness, racing directly toward me with a deafening roar, but right before the vehicle could strike my frozen body, I would wake up. I sat up in bed, pressing the heels of my palms against my throbbing temples. A deep, unsettling ache throbbed in the back of my mind. I knew with absolute certainty that there was something critical I wasn't remembering. There was a missing piece of my own life, a buried memory connected to that desolate tarmac road that stayed just out of my reach, mocking me every single time I opened my eyes.

Elena - POV I closed my eyes and concentrated on Letty's mind, attempting to unblock the memories cast on her. I could hear Janice's voice in Letty's head, but this time I glimpsed a fragment of the past in Letty's eyes. {Letty's **Flashback** }

It looked safe. "Keep moving," Cale said, right at his shoulder. They reached the middle of the street. And then, Elion heard it. The revving of an engine. It wasn't a taxi this time. It was a delivery truck. A massive box truck barreling down 8th Avenue, trying to beat the light that had already turned red. "Truck," Elion gasped. He froze. The Deer in the Headlights response. It was hard-wired.

My dad opens the door for me, and I say with a funny accent, "Why thank you kind sir." "You're very welcome My'lady." He answers back. 15 minutes later, we finally start to merge off the highway. I can't wait! What movie should you pick? Before I could think, a car swerves into our lane, and crashes into our car. My eyes widen, and I scream. The car gets flipped onto its side, and I feel my head crash into the window. All of a sudden, I feel a strong headache, and start to cry. I try to move but instead i see blood, then I become unconscious.

Present GILDEON He blinked away the sweat dripping into his eyes. Hot breaths burst from his mouth. His mind was a storm. What had just happened? He’d relived every damn second of his past, and now thick fog surrounded him again. He turned, squinting at the car headlights bearing down on him, engine still running, driver’s door hanging open. How was he standing in the middle of the road when he’d just been driving a minute ago?