Authors: Bethany Walkers
Part Three – Present
So much time ago, we loved
We love still
We will love forever
My heart was broken
Now it is mended
Each new day begins
And my heart sings
To the feel of your love
And the beat of your heart
At night I sleep
With you in my heart
It beats only for you my love
Each beat matched by yours
I long for the time
That we spend together
Each snatched moment
I will treasure
You eyes they shine
With your love for me
So tender and caring
So full of love
If I cannot have you to myself
I will treasure each moment that we have
Forever my darling
You are my soul
Our hearts are linked
By the bond we share
Each thought we have
We also care
To you my love
I give my All
My heart
And my soul
You are the stars in the sky
The wind on my face
The rain in my eyes
The tears on my cheeks
You are the biggest part of me
That I cannot deny
As I sit here with a tear in my eye
A tear of joy shed only for you
For all you are
For all you can be
This I am grateful for
Till the day I die
You are my world
You are my life
You are my soul.
Chapter Twenty Seven
Spinning back into reality
Callum Hodgkinson, the policeman, tried to look for Adam’s 2006 diary, but didn’t succeed. He was making a lot of racket. Callum looked everywhere but he still couldn’t find Adam’s diary.
So he walked over to Adam Attenborough himself. He slapped Adam’s face, hard, on both sides, to bring him back to reality after he’d fallen into unconsciousness.
“OI, ADAM! WHAT HAPPENED NEXT IN YOUR LIFE? WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR GIRL, SOPHIE? JUST TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!” Callum Hodgkinson screamed in Adam’s ear. He was very desperate to find out what happened next, as part of his investigation to file at the police office..
Adam’s eyes began to open. He immediately saw his diary in the policeman’s hand as he grew more and more conscious. He freed himself from the rope, and got face to face with the policeman.
“What happened to the girl?” Callum repeated firmly.
Adam didn’t know what this policeman was talking about because of his fifteen-minute short term memory loss. In fact, he couldn’t even recognize the policeman. Obviously, he’d lost his memory about Sophie.
“TELL ME ABOUT SOPHIE!” the policeman grew more and more impatient, his voice solid and angry.
Then Adam remembered now that Sophie’s name was mentioned. He looked at his body and the memories started to come back to him.
“YOU READ MY DIARY!” Adam roared, furious.
“Yes, I did,” the policeman admitted, “for legal reasons. I had to find out more about you so I knew what kind of case you were suffering from, you fucking little bastard. Or should I say,
big
bastard. You are committing a lot of crimes.” Callum Hodkinson couldn’t help smirking.
Adam punched the policeman. And he wouldn’t stop punching him. At last, when the policeman decided it wasn’t a good idea to fight back, Adam tied a rope around the policeman and taped his mouth. Callum didn’t have enough strength in himself to get himself out of the mess, because he couldn’t use his arms, or talk. Adam threw him in a closet and then went to hide in the bathroom in case anyone came looking for him.
Chapter Twenty Eight
When Jazz walked inside ...
Jazz, the medical student, came over to Adam Attenborough’s house a few minutes later. John Smith the lecturer had given her details about how to track Adam Attenborough down. The door was left open, so she walked inside.
“Sir? Adam Attenborough? I’m Jazz, the medical student. Your friend, remember?” Jazz started calling out as she wandered around the apartment.
Then she came into the room where Adam’s notice board of photos was displayed. She saw the 2005 diary of Adam’s. She immediately placed it in her bag, to aid her in her case study. Then she managed to find the 2006 one as well.
Suddenly, she heard screaming coming from the closet. She opened the closet, and the policeman fell out. She un-taped his mouth and released him from the rope.
“What happened here? What kind of a place is this?” Jazz burst full of questions, as if she was a journalist.
“We’ve got to leave from here. That man’s dangerous – we have to …” Callum began.
The policeman immediately broke off his sentence as Adam Attenborough entered the room. He began to run. Adam started running after him, leaving Jazz alone in the apartment. After looking at the unbelievable and horrifying notice board of photos, and studying them more closely for when she came to write up her report, Jazz ran after them to see what was going to happen.
As Jazz ran out of the apartment, she caught the policeman running down a pavement, Adam still chasing after him.
Chapter Twenty Nine
The chase
Adam continued to chase the policeman down the pavement. Callum had no choice but to start running on the road, in the hope that Adam wouldn’t risk following him because of so many cars. Dodging the traffic, Callum ran.
However, his prediction was wrong. Adam immediately started after him. Sweating, and his mind filled full of frightful thoughts, Callum started to lose track of what was happening; he was so scared. Within a split second he wasn’t screaming anymore. The road erupted with beeping and shouting and cries from the crowd. Tires squealed. There was a horrible sound of glass shattering. A heavy thump as a body hit the truck and flew up into the air.
Adam felt at his head. He’d lost his memory again.
Chapter Thirty
Being followed
Jazz was just one of the people in the crowd looking at the accident. Adam caught her glance. Jazz started slowly backing away, turning her head to start walking. Adam followed her.
Jazz broke into a run, scared about what was going to happen to her. She glanced left and right, to check if he was still following her. He was. She picked up her speed even more, panting because her energy was running out. She could almost hear her heart hammering violently against her chest. Her forehead was filled with sweat. Jazz didn’t dare look back.
She entered the shopping centre as soon as she’d reached it. Adam managed to see her going in, and ran after her once more.
Jazz was lost in the crowd of hundreds of people, and entered a perfume shop to keep herself distracted. She was sure that Adam had lost her now. She looked around, scanning her eyes over the different perfumes; Justin Bieber’s Believe; Hannah Montanna’s True To Yourself; Sex In The City’s Townie; Calvin Klein’s One; Marc Jacob’s Daisy … there were rows and rows of sweet smelling scents. Jazz spoke to the shop keeper, and tried some perfume samples, laughing as she purchased a couple.
Adam had lost his memory once more. He looked confused as Jazz, who appeared to be a complete stranger to him now, started walking out, and over to him.
“Come on, then,” she said casually, as if they were hanging out with each other and he’d been waiting for her outside the shop. However, she was still sweating, and couldn’t help thinking that he was going to have a murderous break out. “Oh, remember me? I’m Jazz, your friend.”
Jazz showed Adam the photo of her.
“Was I chasing after you?” Adam asked, intrigued. “Look, you’re sweating and I’m sweating. I
was
chasing after you!”
“No, you weren’t,” Jazz denied. “I’m only sweating ‘cause I had to walk all the way here from downtown, and it’s boiling. Have you seen that sun out there today?”
“Right. I’ll take your word for it.” Adam still seemed confused.
“Of course you should,” Jazz began. “I don’t lie.”
“Of course you don’t,” Adam muttered sarcastically.
“Come on, let’s head out,” Jazz grabbed his arm. “Let’s stop here, to admire the water fountain.”
“How sad can you get?” Adam laughed. “Admire the water fountain?
Admire
it?” he mocked.
He cracked up.
“I am truly insulted,” Jazz shot back.
Then she saw three or four men by the reservoir, smoking when it wasn’t allowed.
Chapter Thirty One
The fight with those who were breaking the rules
“You’re better off giving them a good slap around the ear hole,” Jazz looked at the men, disgusted. “They’re smoking in here when there’s a sign: NO SMOKING. Go on, give them a good telling off.”
The men glanced up, strolling up to Adam because they’d heard what Jazz had said. They looked truly bedraggled: their clothes were dirty and torn; their hair was greasy and limped from their heads and they all looked around the forty to fifty mark. They reeked of weed and smoke, and they were no match for Adam Attenborough.
“Look at this little fellow over here!” one of the men jeered. “He’s going to give us
a good telling to!
Well, come here, you fucking little bastard, and I’ll give you a good telling to!” He held up his arm, fist clenched, to give Adam a punch. But it was too late. Adam took out his own arm, took hold of the man’s arm, and returned the punch by making the man punch himself.
“BLOODY HELL, MAN!” cried the smoker, and toppled backwards. Adam gave him a hard kick on the shoulder, so he landed on the floor with a smack, face down and unconscious.
That was it: the other men charged at him, dropping their cigarettes on the floor without burning them out. Adam laughed and bounced them off with one touch of his hand.
Jazz looked scared. But they were well and truly defeated. They weren’t hurt or dead, but they knew that they shouldn’t fight back.
Adam followed Jazz out of the shopping centre.
“Nice going there,” Jazz grinned.
“I couldn’t do any better,” Adam replied, but had lost his memory after he said that sentence. Jazz had to once again show him her photo.
“Well, I’ll see you later, sir,” Jazz said, and left.
And that’s when the shopping centre burst into flames ...