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Twenty Questions

update
 may 21, 2012
hey guys!
so i decided to make this post to let you know i might not post any chapters this week because i've got a lot of school projects to finish up and i need to get as much sleep and rest as i can for the next few days; doctor's orders. :/ also, i have to go to the services for a young family friend who passed away over the weekend on wednesday. and finally, i have an eighth grade thing on thursday night, so that's one less day to write. i guess i just want to let you guys know that i might not be posting so you dont expect any new chapters. i'm really sorry, and i wish i could write cuz the story is starting to move again, but i just won't have the time. once again i'm sorry and i love you all!
thanks for reading
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Twenty Questions

Chapter 9


 part three
(italicized words means she's remembering what Carter told her)
Carter nodded in response to my father’s orders because at the moment that was all he was capable of doing.
The elevator jolted to a halt and the doors slid open.
The man looked at Carter and nodded then he began to walk away.
So Carter did as he was told and walked in the opposite direction of the man, towards the street.
He risked one last glance of the man over his shoulder.
As he did, a blonde woman jumped out behind a car and was standing a couple of feet behind my father.
Carter had noticed my father tense up, but then he had continued walking as the woman followed.
This confused Carter.
He said he thought maybe the man was trying to act like he hadn’t noticed and then catch her off guard or something like that.
And then he saw her gun sticking out of her back pocket.
They were getting farther away and Carter wouldn’t be able to do anything from this distance so he ran in between cars, ducking down every now and then just in case they heard him.
Finally he was just about caught up to them so he snuck out from behind the dark blue Honda that was shielding him.
He planned to pick-pocket the gun and then take off.
It may not be a ton of help, but at least she’d be unarmed.
He waited until he would be able to slip in between two cars, and then he reached for the gun.
But in a flash, the woman turned around.
She somehow managed to grab the gun in one hand and pull Carter’s right arm up and twist it behind his back, turning him around so she could press the barrel against him before Carter could process any of the things that had just happened.
“What the hell?!” That was the man’s voice.
“He was trying to take my gun.” Another voice- most likely the woman’s.
“No, not you. Him.” The man explained, “I thought I told you to take off.”

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sorry it's short! but i really wanted to post it!
hopefully another (longer) chapter by tonight?
i'm gonna try to get more than one!

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Twenty Questions

Chapter 9


 part two
(italicized words means she's remembering what Carter told her)
He said it was one of the scariest moments of his life.
He had never heard a gun being loaded in person, but he said he’d watched enough TV to get the right idea.
He told me that his heart was beating his ears, and it didn’t help when he could feel the barrel being pressed up against his back.
He held his breath and risked a glance in the shiny mirror to try and see who it was behind him.
A little relief settled into him when he realized it was the first man- my father- and not the massive one he had stolen that box from.
“I’m gonna put the gun away, but only after you give me that box.” he explained to Carter.
Carter obeyed, shakily handing the box over and breathing a sigh of relief as the gun was removed from his back.
“What is it?” Carter questioned.
“I don’t think I have to tell you that, young man.”
“Well, could you at least tell me why you let me go back out there?”
“I had a feeling it would be…worth it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Did you know I was going to…” Carter drifted off, not sure if he should continue and admit that he stole that.
“Listen kid, I’m not up for any game of twenty questions right now.” The man said while peeking into the box, probably to check on whatever it was.
Carter caught a glimpse of it.
It was a gem of some kind.
“Wow…” he sighed.
And the man snapped the case shut.
“What are you going to do with that?”
“That isn’t your business.”
 “Well… are you going to give it back to that man?”
“Who said it wasn’t mine in the first place?” My father retorted.
“How did he get it then?”
“People steal things. I got it back.”
“Well what is it?”
“Enough questions!”
Carter flinched at the man’s sudden outburst.
The man looked apologetic, but only for a second.
“What’s your name, kid?”
“Carter.” He said while standing up a little straighter.
The man nodded, and Carter waited. He had expected the man to share his own name with him, but he didn’t.
“Well…?” he prompted.
“Well what?”
“Your name? I told you mine.”
“You should probably get out of here.” My father said looking around the restroom, suddenly very tense and cautious.
“Wait…me? Why?” Carter asked, confused.
“Um…you just should.”
And then there was a bang…it sounded like it came from just outside the restroom door.
My father swore under his breath.
“Nevermind that, you’re gonna have to come with me.” My father whispered.
“But who-“ Carter shut-up because of the look the man was giving him.
Carter said that getting out of the bathroom was a blur. He wasn’t sure how they had gotten past whoever had been outside.
The next thing he knew they were in an elevator going down.
They were on the second floor and they were going down to the parking garage.
“Listen, when we get off the elevator here I want you to act totally normal and just walk out. Get on a bus or something and leave town. Don’t worry about me, I have a car parked here. But you need to promise me that you won’t stop because they could be right behind us and if they see you, then there’s a 99.9% chance that they’ll at least try to tail you.” The man explained.
What had Carter- and my father- gotten themselves into that day?

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 im almost through this part and this part has been really hard to write and im never looking forward to it so it ends up taking forever but i promise i will do my best to keep writing for all you lovelies :)
i have so many great ideas and i'm really excited to write them!!!
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Twenty Questions

Chapter 9


 part one
We walked into the old little café.
Almost everything was coated in a thin layer of dust.
And all of the chairs were sitting upside down on the tables.
Carter instructed for me to sit, so I went over to one of the tables and flipped a chair down.
As I did this Carter walked through a doorway behind the counter.
I guessed it probably lead to a backroom.
I didn’t even think to ask him any questions, instead I got lost in my thoughts.
Carter had told me why he was looking for me on that bus.
-it had turned out that the dream about that accident hadn’t been a dream at all, but a memory.
Where Carter had left off in his story, he was fourteen. He told me that \ birthday was three days before he made the decision to run away. Apparently, he had moved from place to place for a few months, until he got caught up in some bad stuff. One thing he wanted to make sure I knew was that it wasn’t bad as in drugs and alcohol, but bad as in pick pocketing. He told me a story about how he was in a decent sized group. He was the youngest and newest member at the time so he didn’t know the ropes. The other veterans in the groups didn’t like him too well, but Carter said he wasn’t sure why.
One day they sent him out on a job; they called it his initiation.
He was in Wilmington, North Carolina and there was a convention that weekend so he had to pick some rich idiot’s pockets. Carter told me he walked around the convention center for a long time before deciding who to choose, and how.
He ended up with two possible victims. Carter walked up to the first man and ‘accidentally’ bumped into him.
In between that and apologizing he tried slipping his hand into the man’s pocket and pulling out whatever he could find.
But the man grabbed his hand and locked eyes with him.
Carter said he was paralyzed because the man could easily call the cops or security and have him fined, or even arrested.
And that would get him thrown right back into the foster system.
All this ran through his mind as the man continued to hold his stare.
Then, gave Carter a stern look, snatched his wallet back, released Carter’s hand and walked away.
That man had been my father.
Carter said he followed my father for a little bit until he lost him in a crowd.
He decided to move on to his other option.
Carter said it only took him a short amount of time to find the second man again.
He told me that the man had short, dark, black hair that stood out in the crowd. His black shoes shown in the bright lights of the convention center and he was definitely rich. From the way that he walked, to the shiny Rolex on his right wrist.
Carter said he could see the bulge in the man’s pocket from what must’ve been his wallet from across the room.
So he nonchalantly walked over, ‘bumped’ into the man, and reached into his pocket where the bulge had been.
He grabbed something but it felt cold and hard- like some kind of metal or plastic.
He didn’t have much time to pick the man’s pockets so he grabbed whatever it was and got lost in the crowd.
Then he told me that he escaped to the bathroom where he finally took the opportunity to look at what he had picked up.
It was a small, silver, plastic box. It looked like one of the ones that rings are carried in, only this one was rectangular.
There was a latch on one side so Carter said he popped it open just as he heard a clicking sound- the sound of a gun being loaded.

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Listen people!! i am soo sorry for not writing and i understand if you hate me like a million times more than last time, but im almost through this part and this part has been really hard to write and im never looking forward to it so it ends up taking forever but i promise i will do my best to keep writing for all you lovelies :)
i have so many great ideas and i'm really excited to write them!!!
also, get ready for some new characters!!!!
yay!
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Twenty Questions

Chapter 8


 part two
Once he started telling me the rest of the story, it was a never-ending flow of words.
I listened excitedly while he told me.
He was talking so fast that it was hard to follow, but I didn’t interrupt him once because I could tell he wanted to tell me as much as possible before we got to, where was it? The coffee shop…I think?
He told me what he said was the shorter version of how he met Rikki, and then a jumble of other stuff that didn’t make sense at first, but one thing connected to another and so on.
Some parts shocked me, other parts I already knew because they happened before all of this, when I was living with my family.
Carter finally stopped and came to a halt so I did as well.
 
I looked around, surprised we were already there- I think I had been so sucked into the story that I had forgotten I was even walking.
I would be in trouble if I had to find my way back on my own.
Carter looked at me and I smiled.
He smiled too, but something about his expression made him look uneasy- that made me uneasy.
Why would he be uneasy if he knew Andrew?
There were too many possibilities.
So I just asked him “Is something wrong?”
Carter’s head snapped up, “What…? N-no, no. Nope, everything’s fine…uh, let’s go inside.” He stammered, only half regaining his composure.
He took my hand.
“Just stay close to me, alright?” He urged.
I nodded and shoved the thought of something else being wrong away.
I looked up at the building in front of us.
It was a quaint little shop that looked kind of like a townhouse.
There was a lopsided sign hanging over the door that read, “AJ’s” in big, faded letters.
It was a picturesque little scene, and I liked it.
Although there was nothing in particular that hinted to it, anyone could easily tell that the café was abandoned, or shut down at the least.
 I hadn’t realized how caught up I had been in my thoughts until I felt Carter gently tug my arm towards the door.
As we walked inside, my thoughts returned to what Carter had filled me in on all through our walk over here.

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i am SOOOOO SOOOOO SOOOO SOOOO SOOOO SOOOO sorry for not writing. I was planning on writing a ton during a really long car ride i had today but my laptop was completely dead so i couldn't.
i wanted to cry, i felt soo bad.
but i put off homework to write this for you guys, so i hope you like it!

i have so many great ideas and i'm really excited to write them!!!
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Twenty Questions

Chapter 8


 part one
About fifteen minutes later, we walked out of the building in fresh clothes.
That door in the room that I had thought led to a closet actually led to what turned out to be a storeroom.
There were clothes in all sizes and canned foods of every kind.
Carter said they found all of that stuff all over the place- abandoned apartments, trucks left on the side of the road, and in bags outside the backdoors of big-brand grocery and clothing stores.
As we walked down the street, I began to recognize a few things that I noticed when we arrived last night.
“YOLO” was spray painted on a wall to my right in bright colors that had nearly glown in the dark last night.
There were a few big dark blue dumpsters right under that.
Trash littered the alley and fire escapes from random apartments above dropped down on either side of us.
We walked in silence for about a minute before Carter finally spoke.
“Okay, so where did I leave off?” He asked me.
“I believe you last told me about how Nicole adopted Olivia and Dani. You told Rikki that the next thing that happened was you met her.” I recalled.
“Mmhm. Now I remember.” He said as we turned the corner, out of the alley.
The sun blinded me for a second, but then my eyes adjusted and Carter began.

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hey guys so i am wicked wicked wicked sorry for not posting in forever!!! I feel wicked bad, so i decided to post what i have of chapter 8 so far because the rest of it is going to be longggggggggg. 
i have so many great ideas and i'm really excited to write them!!!
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Twenty Questions

Chapter 7


 part four
After a little bit, he put both of his hands on my face and pulled it back so he could see me.
“Do you remember everything else?” he asked.
I tried to remember anything else, but nothing came.
“No,” I said, “that’s the only thing. I think the kiss is what…well, ‘triggered’ the memories of me and you.”
He seemed disappointed, but then he perked up.
“Well, at least I’ve got a little bit of my Brielle back.” Carter said happily.
“Yea,” I smiled, “and now we know that my memories are there- I just have to find out how to access them…if that makes sense?”
“Exactly.” He laughed.
“…But until then, I’d still like to know what I can’t remember.” I prompted him to continue with his story.
His smile widened.
 “You know, patience is a virtue, Bri.” He joked.
I rose my eyebrows.
“One that I don’t have.” I teased back.
He glanced at the clock on the blueish-greenish bathroom walls.
It read ten o’clock.
“Well this is a perfect opportunity to work on that.” He said with a half-smile on his face.
“And why is that?” I questioned while putting my forehead against his.
I was still sitting on his lap.
“I have to meet Andrew at the coffee shop at eleven, and it can take a while to get there.” Carter explained.
I could see he wasn’t looking forward to leaving- and I wasn’t exactly looking forward to being left alone with a lack of memory in a place I don’t know when some random people were out to get me for who knows what.
So I said, “What if I came with you?”
He looked doubtful.
“Oh come on, Carter! You can fill me in on the way there and when we get there I’ll stay quiet! You won’t even know I’m there! Please? I really don’t want to be left here all by myself.” I begged him.
He knitted his eyebrows together for a minute before answering.
“Finee.” Carter said in a fake ‘if-you-insist’ voice.
I smiled and pecked him on the nose before we both got up off of the floor and went to get ready.

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hey guys so the next chapter is going to hopefully be able to fill you wonderful readers in about what's been going on in brielle's life.
after i get all that important stuff explained, be prepared for some drama!!!
i have so many great ideas and i'm really excited to write them!!!
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Twenty Questions

Chapter 7


 part three
I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the images and the pain away.
I think Carter was talking to me, but I couldn’t hear the words.
Then I felt like I was floating.
More people kissing- wait…no, it was the same couple in each image, just at different times.
The boy looked like Carter…it was Carter.
I let the images stay.
But then I wanted to cry, and it wasn’t because of the pain in my head.
He was kissing someone.
Why was this happening? What was I seeing?
But then I caught a glimpse of the girl- it was me.
I wasn’t floating anymore, but…different images of them-
or us- kissing and holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes continued to flash through my mind.
Suddenly it was over.
 I opened my eyes and Carter was leaning over me as he put a wet cloth on my forehead.
I was on the floor, but not in the same room as before.
It looked like a bathroom.
“Where am I?” I asked Carter as I sat up.
“Oh my God, Brielle you’re alright! I was so scared. I thought…” He didn’t finish.
“You thought what?” I asked wearily.
“Forget what I thought, are you okay?” He asked, concern thick in his voice.
I paused for a second…and then I realized what had just happened.
Carter read my expression.
 “What…what is it?” He asked anxiously.
I was kneeling on the floor near him, he was so concerned about me, because…I’m pretty sure he…I’m pretty sure Carter loves me.
And I remember.
I remember loving him back.
I slowly looked up at Carter, my eyes probably glowing.
And I felt the smile spread across my face- “Carter,” I started, “I remembered something.”
He looked into my eyes to make sure I was serious.
“Wh-what did you remember?” He pushed cautiously.
I felt like I was going to cry- tears of joy, of course- when I said,
“I remembered…well I remembered that I love you, Carter.”
He took a minute to process what I had just said.
And then he threw his arms open and I had to keep myself from jumping into them too quickly.
When I was in his arms, he hugged me tightly.
“Brielle,” He said in between kisses, “I’ve missed you.”

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Twenty Questions

Chapter 7


 part two
(the things in italics mean they are part of a memory or story)

He sounded unsure of the question, like he was almost positive the answer would be no.
Without thinking, I got up and walked over to him.
I stood right in front of him.
I was shorter than him. He seemed almost five inches taller than me.
I still wasn’t thinking about what I was doing when I reached up and lightly tilted his chin, so he was looking at me.
I stared into his eyes.
They were right there.
We were so close.
His eyes were gorgeous… they were never one color.
At the moment they looked kind of gray with hints of green and blue as the light danced across them.
I got lost in them.
I felt his breath on my face.
It was warm and smelt like spearmint.
I closed my eyes and breathed him in.
He smelt like axe…how did he smell so good in such a place?
I could feel him right there.
I opened my eyes.
I took a step closer to him, putting a hand on his chest.
He seemed frozen- unsure of what to do.
I looked into his eyes once again.
He met my gaze.
Then he put his hand up on my cheek.
I slowly closed my eyes as we both leaned in.
I stood on my toes as I pressed my lips onto his.
And I swear, the second our lips connected, the world stopped.
He gently put his other hand on the small of my back and I leaned into him even more.
My heart was fluttering inside my chest.
I kept one hand on him; it was now squished between the two of us.
I picked up my other hand, and put it on the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his soft, brown hair.
Our lips fit together perfectly.
Like two puzzle pieces finding where they belong.
We stayed like that- kissing- for what seemed like forever before we both pulled away.
But that forever wasn’t long enough for me, I wanted to lean back into him and kiss him. Aga
Instead, I looked up into his eyes and sighed.
Biting my lip to keep me from smiling like an idiot.
It was perfect.
 He was perfect.
“Does that answer your question?” I asked.
“What question?” he remarked, obviously as dazed as I was from the kiss.
I was about to laugh at his cluelessness when the room started spinning.
There was a splitting pain in my head.
Carter snapped back into his normal self when he noticed.
“Brielle, are you okay?” he asked, taking a step back to get a better look at me.
I opened my mouth to talk but no words would come out.
My head hurt. So badly.
I reached up to hold my head as I sank to my knees.
I was on the floor by Carter’s feet when images of two people kissing started flickering through my mind.

  hey this chapter is really long! it'll be continued into multiple parts.
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Twenty Questions

Chapter 7


 part one
(the things in italics mean they are part of a memory or story)

He sat down and put his arm around me.
I felt like I should rest my head on his shoulder and we could just sit there forever.
I could cuddle into his arms and just forget everything- all of the confusion and the running.
But I felt like that would be too awkward, I still only remembered knowing him for a few hours, less than a day.
“Um…Carter…I know we had something, but…” I wasn’t sure how to continue.
I looked at him, when he realized what I was trying to say disappointment was obvious on his face and in his eyes.
“….But you don’t remember it- that something we had.” He finished for me.
“Well, when I ‘woke up’ with no memory in the warehouse, I…I didn’t know you…and I still knew I could trust you. And when you kissed me…I felt…well, I felt…” I stuttered hopelessly…not sure how to continue.
He removed his arm and gave me a little more space- only a little though.
I was disappointed that he had removed his arm.
“Nothing. You felt nothing didn’t you.” He finished for me again- but this time he was wrong.
When he had kissed me, it was amazing! I had felt the exact opposite of nothing. I had felt everything wonderful in the world exploding like fireworks all around us. It was magical…but how do you tell a boy that without sounding like a complete idiot?
He took my hesitation as confirmation of his theory.
He started to get up, but I grabbed his arm.
“No, Carter, that’s not what I meant- when we kissed, well, it was…it was…”
My voice trailed off, as I got lost in the memory.
The darkness, and the crate.
My heart racing and pounding in my ears.
His hand on my arm, pulling me down.
Then his other hand over my mouth to keep me from yelling.
And then his voice- oh his voice- in my ear, telling me it was okay.
And I trusted him.
And then the hand is gone, replaced with his soft lips.
At first I feel shocked, and then everything is okay- the panic is gone for a moment.
And sparks are flying in my mind.
I almost start to kiss him back, but he pulls away.
And I remember I don’t know him.
Then there are the lights and the voices.
And-
“Brielle! Can you hear me?”
My eyes snap open and I’m brought back from my memory.
Carter is kneeling in front of me shaking my shoulders.
His face is creased with concern.
“What just happened to you?” he asked.
“I…I don’t really know. I was just remembering…”
“Remembering what?”
I hesitated- should I tell him?
“…The kiss.” I said quietly.
He looked shocked, “But you started to shake and stuff.” he said.
“Really?”
“Well, yea…at first you were smiling…but then you frowned and you were shaking for a few seconds before I was able to wake you up.” He explained.
“That must’ve been because of the voices…and the light. I was like…reliving when we were in the warehouse. And I think I was panicking, maybe.”
“Oh…” He said.
Carter opened his mouth as if he was going to continue, but then he closed it and didn’t say anything.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s nothing…nevermind.” He said, obviously trying to brush it off.
“No, what were you going to say?” I pushed.
Carter hesitated for a minute or two.
While looking at his feet, he asked, “When you were smiling, was that…was it when you were thinking about…about the kiss?”

  hey this chapter is really long! it'll be continued into multiple parts.
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