Unspoken Memories (Unspoken Series) (4 page)

Oh shit! Then why am I having this vision? It has to mean
something, I was pretty sure it was my memory. It felt so real.

“Are you sure? I’m pretty sure I’m right. I clearly see the
memory. It was only last year, and I'm pretty sure I was there with you. “Can I
be wrong? No, I wasn’t asleep when I got this one, so I know it has to be an
actual memory. “What about my dream of running with you in the park, that has
to be real, right? There's a trail in the background.”

This makes Matt angry and he walks away. “Now you’re fucking
with me. Who's been feeding you her info?”

“What are you talking about, nobody is feeding me info. I
told you these are the things that I remember. The
only
things I
remember. Besides you, and who is this she you keep referring to?”

Matt shakes his head and runs his hands through his hair.
The other guy starts drinking from his beer again. He looks like he wants to
put his two cents into the conversation, but he decides to stay quiet. He's
trying to absorb everything, and so am I.

“Look, there is no way you would have those memories unless
somebody told you about them.”

He goes quiet but then his eyes light up, like he’s just
realized something. I’m soon disappointed when he says, “I get it. She must
have done some designer shit for you. That’s when she must have mentioned that
she ran the marathon. She talked about running to anybody who would listen.”

I shake my head in disagreement, wanting him to believe me.

Matt starts pacing the small space in the living room in
front of the patio door. What is he talking about, and who would design something
for me? I start biting my thumbnail and pacing the room next to him, but in the
opposite direction, causing us to pass by each other. That's when the other guy
stands up from the couch.

“Dude, you guys need to stop that walking shit, you’re making
me trip.”

I’m irritated again as I look over at him and snap, “Oh,
shut it Trey, I'm trying to figure this out!”

He drops his beer and it lands on the floor with a loud
thump. Matt’s body spins around fast, facing me, and he covers his mouth with a
fist.

“Holy shit, she even sounded like her when she said that!”
the muscled guy states.

What is he talking about? Then I realized I knew the
roommate’s name. It had just come to me because he had annoyed me and that line
came out so naturally. Well, at least the other guy now has a name. It's Trey.

Trey sits back down on the couch, buries his face in his
hands and says, “Holy shit, no fucking way. This is not possible.” It comes out
more of a mumble.

What’s not possible? I swear, these guys need to get a clear
head and help me out here. I’m confused as it is, and I came here hoping they
would help me out. Only instead of giving me answers, I’m just more confused.

Trey gets up from the couch and goes to the kitchen. He
opens the fridge and comes back with three bottles of beer, handing one to
Matt, then one to me. I look at him with a confused look and shake my head. “I'm
okay. I don't think I like beer anyways.”

Matt looks over at me, and chuckles. “Take it; you might end
up liking it.”

I take the beer from Trey, twist the cap off and take a sip,
keeping my eyes on Matt the whole time. Surprisingly, the moment it hits my
tongue, I swallow, and it tastes like heaven. I make a small moaning sound and
take a bigger sip.

Matt’s mouth goes into a smile and he shakes his head.

“Told you so,” he says.

Trey goes and sits back down on the couch and starts to
drink his beer, and I return to the recliner. Matt begins to drink from his
beer and he’s thinking really hard about something.

“How did I know your name all of a sudden?” I ask Trey.

“I'm still trying to figure this shit out myself, but one
thing is for sure. I'm really freaked out right now,” he says before he starts
drinking his beer again.

“Well, that makes two of us,” I say, taking another sip of
my beer.

With a worried look on his face, Matt speaks, “There's only
one person who would snap at Trey like that.” I look at him waiting for him to
tell me.

“Emily, my sister.”

My eyes go wide in surprise. The room starts to spin and I
feel really light headed. Matt must have noticed my reaction because he heads
straight over to me. “Put your head between your knees, it might help.” I do as
he says and once the dizzy feeling is gone I lift it back up.

My nerves are getting to me, I start bouncing my knee up and
down and Matt looks at it, saying, “Feeling much tension? Maybe you should take
up running.”

For some reason a run sounds really good right now.
Especially after the dream I had last night.

I'm sitting there, realizing that all these memories I’ve
been having, are his sister’s. I’m wracking my brain on how or why I would have
these memories all of a sudden. It’s really freaking me out right now. I turn
to look at Matt and I notice he’s staring right back at me, studying me.

“So let me get this straight. You wake up with no memory of
the model you are, but you keep having these other memories?”

I nod, twisting the beer in my hands, sitting there and I
start trying to peel the label off the bottle in an effort to distract myself.

Trey’s eyes light up. I could tell he’s thought of
something.

“Why don’t we show her a picture of Em? Maybe she’ll
recognize her and it might trigger a memory of them working together.”

Matt immediately goes over to a wall with several shelves
and grabs a photograph.

He comes back and hands it to me. It’s one of him and a
woman, at what must be Matt’s graduation since he’s wearing a cap and gown. I
take the picture from his hands so I’m able to focus better on the image of the
lady, but nothing is coming to me.

Nothing.

Dammit, this is getting more frustrating. I shake my head,
handing the photo back to Matt. He grabs it from me, taking it back to its
original home on the shelf. As he puts it down, he takes a moment to look at
it. His body is tense, without emotion, but his shoulders are slumped.

He turns back at me. “How often do you have these memories?”
he asks, drawing his brows down tight.

“I don't know. They just come to me, but they’re so real. At
first, I thought they were only dreams, since I had the first two while I was
sleeping, but the last one was while I was awake. The one I just had.”

He walks over in front of the fireplace and starts pacing
again. All I can do is sit there and stare at him.

He suddenly leaves the room, going through a door leading
into the kitchen. I look at Trey waiting for him to tell me what's going on,
but he shrugs his shoulders and takes another drink of his beer.

I stopped myself at the one beer that he gave me because I
began to feel lightheaded. With everything going on, I haven't had much of an
appetite. So I’d forgotten to eat breakfast, and the alcohol began to hit me
hard, and right now I need to be as clear headed as possible.

Another fifteen minutes go by and Matt comes back into the
living room with what looks like a planner. He resumes his seat on the couch
and starts going through the pages, starting in the middle. I see his eyes
moving back and forth with a determined concentration, while slowly flipping
through the pages.

“What are you looking for?” I ask curiously.

He shakes his head while keeping it down, but manages to
hold up his finger as if telling me to wait. He goes back to scanning the
pages. He does this for a while and in the meantime Trey has turned on the flat
screen mounted above the fireplace, and is now watching the sports channel.
Since I'm not into sports I go back to watching Matt.

My phone begins to ring in my purse that I placed on the
floor next to the recliner. I take it out and look at the screen. There is a
picture of Bill with his name flashed across the screen. I push the ignore
button, because the last thing I need right now is Bill asking where I am and
bitching me out again for not taking security with me. It's not my fault he
didn't tell me how to get a hold of security.

Another reason I didn’t call for a bodyguard was how in the
world would I explain my road trip to see a guy from my dream?

I decide to turn off the phone and figure I’ll deal with
that obstacle when I'm faced with it. This is more important right now. I need
to know why I’m having these memories.

Matt has finally reached the last page of the planner he’s
holding and shuts it. Making an exasperated sigh, he tosses it in front of him
onto the coffee table. With his elbows on his knees, he begins rubbing his face
with his hands. He rakes his hands over his head, and then brings them down
again over his face.

He says into his hands, “I don't get it, how is this fucking
possible?” the question comes out more of a mumble due to his hands.

I'm assuming the planner didn't have the answer he was
looking for.

I ask him, “What is it you were looking for?”

He takes his head out of his hands, but keeps staring at the
floor between his knees. “I was positive that she must have worked with you at
some time, but she never mentioned you. But, then again she was not the type of
person who would brag about her clients.”

Clients, what clients? “What did your sister do for a
living?”

He looks at me. “She was an interior designer, and she
mostly worked with a lot of high end clients.”

So this is why he would think that I would have met her. He
must have thought I hired her to work for me, maybe do a design job in my
apartment.

I look around the room with shocked eyes, and a raised
eyebrow. I'm really confused how, with his sister being a high-end interior
designer, this place sure looks like crap. Now that I think about it, why
didn’t these guys recruit her expertise? But I guess that is boys for you,
especially those who are in college.

Trey sees my face and laughs. “Trust me, she would have gone
to town if we let her, but she was really cool about giving us our space on the
decorations,” he says, shrugging his shoulders.

“So let me get this straight, according to that book,” I
point my chin to the planner sitting on the table in front of Matt, “she never
worked with me?”

“Or your dude,” he responds, nodding his head.

“But, since I've never met her, how is it that I could have
her memories?”

Matt gets a grim look on his face and he stares out into the
backyard. I know this must be hard on him, losing his sister, then having some
stranger come in and claim to see what she did.

Matt looks at me, and takes a breath. “This might sound
stupid, but the way I see it, you are somehow absorbing her crazy memories.”

Crazy? She doesn’t seem crazy from the memories I’m getting,
unless I’m getting the tame ones.

Yay for me, I dryly think.

“How, I don’t know. I don’t want to know, because all this
shit sounds freaking crazy to me as it is. That’s the only thing I can think of
at the moment.” I remain dazed as I’m listening to him.

“I’m still waiting for you to tell me that you’re really my
sister back from the dead any moment, but seeing that you don’t have all her
memories, it can’t be that,” he says, frowning.

He drops his head back into his hands, rubbing his face.

Trey looks just as amazed at what Matt has said as I do. “This
shit sounds so crazy to me right now.”

I nod my head, not knowing what else to do.

We all sit there in silence for a couple of minutes and it
begins to feel really awkward.

Trey finally gets up from the couch and says, “I'm hungry. You
guys hungry?” I'm about to shake my head to reply that I’m not, but my empty
stomach takes this moment to start to growl, answering his question.

Trey laughs and states he's going to order some pizza.

How he can think of food right now amazes me, but I remember
that they were stoned out of their minds when I got here, and then I remember
that the driver is still waiting for me. He also must be starving at this
point.

“I should let my driver go grab something as well, I'll be
right back,” I say, standing up.

Matt stands up too, saying, “I'll go with you.” He follows
me out the door, to the hired car.

I make it down to the curb where the driver is patiently
waiting for me in the driver’s seat. When he sees me approaching, he
immediately steps out and rushes over to me ready to open the door. I shake my
head at him and tell the driver to go get his lunch.

At first he seems hesitant to leave, but after reassuring
him that I will be at least another hour or so, he gives me his card in case I
need him sooner.

As we're walking back up the driveway I notice the black car
again and, out of curiosity, ask, “Which one is your car?”

He points his finger to the black Charger.

I can't help myself as my jaw drops. Damn lucky bastard.

I head over to the car and automatically start running my
fingers on it, craving to touch it. The feel of the perfectly glossy paint job
against my fingers claims it must have been done recently within the last ten
years. You can tell he takes really good care of it.

I take a glance inside and notice the interior is clean,
with everything chromed to perfection, inside and out. The leather seats are
immaculate; the seating looks almost new and redone. He must either have had it
restored to its original condition or paid a pretty penny for a car this well
taken care of.

I stand there and fantasize what it would feel like to be
behind the wheel of this car, driving it. Man, how I wish it was possible.

I look back at Matt, and he's observing me with fascination.

“What?” I ask, looking at him.

He shakes his head and states, “That's one thing you don't
have in common with Em. Although I have the car, she hated Eleanor.”