CHAPTER 9 *WAKING UP*

Theresa stirred as her heavy eyes lifted, showing her the world she had been kept from for what seemed to feel like ages. She felt like a truck had ran her over, and then reversed just to make her day. She had no idea what had happened to her, all she remembered was having a stroll in the park… or was she running away… but from what? So many questions buzzed through her aching head, adding pain to the throbbing head that was in so much pain, no pain killer can kill.

As she fluttered her eyes, her eye balls adjusting to the light, she expected to see tree's, grass and a near by playground, with benches scattered everywhere. But instead she saw a cream ceiling. 'I don't remember a building in the park' she thought out loud.

Suddenly, her peaceful awakening was crashed, when she felt tight warm arms wrap around her, or was it crashed?

The arms that held her protectively felt…good to her, felt loving, felt like the sensation you experience when you taste the first dip of hot chocolate in your mouth, as it crackles and mingles with your tongue. Mmmm, chocolate, she thought. But as she thought about chocolate, a pair of eyes appeared in her mind.

"Theresa!" A familiar voice shouted beside her. In instinct, she faced her head toward the loud call, and instead of seeing the park she expected to see, she saw a face that matched the eyes. His fair as brown as his eye's that glowed and sparkled on his well made face.

Jay

The name rang in her mind, rang sweet bells of chimes in her ears and mind, and for a split second, the pain and numbness in her head and body went away, and all was left was love and happiness.

"Jay… is that you?" she said, hoping that he would say yes, and she was not going crazy.

"Theresa, I'm here…" he started to say.

"You have been for the last 2 days" A woman said on her other side. For a second her mind went blank and a body didn't come to mind with the voice, until she came in range of sight, and remembered the face of her best friend.

"Atlanta?" she asked, a pinch of doubt in her voice.

"Yeah" She said, kneeling by the bed.

"I…don't understand… what happened?" Theresa asked, confusion written all over her face.

"Well… we were hoping you would tell us" another voice said. She looked over to the direction the voice spoke form and saw 5 teenagers standing over her, concern and worry on their faces.

"I… don't know Odie… I really don't… the last thing I remember was walking in the park… was I really out for 2 days?"

"PSH! Ah, YEAH" Neil said.

"You were knocked out… pretty hard" Jay said in a concerned voice.

"knocked… out?" At these words, a flash back played in Theresa's mind as her vision tuned into a haze of blue.

She saw a scene from what seemed in birds eye view, of herself and a shadow.

She stood scared and afraid of what lay before her. The shadow, what seemed of a man, stood over her, shaking as much as her. The figure of herself pulled out a PMR, and pressed record and SOS button. Then she saw the man lift a rock, and knock her out, as she fell to the floor unconscious. The man ran away, leaving her deserted and in an unconscious state. Her vision ended, and reality came crashing down on her.

"Theresa… are you ok? Did you have a vision?" Jay called, fear and concern in his high pitched voice.

"Where's my PMR" Theresa replied. She knew the answer would come from her PMR, and that it should show the man whom attacked her.

"I… you, I don't know, we just found you… and brought you here" Herry said.

"Why?" Jay asked, hope rising that the PMR would give some sort of clue of who did this.

"I… don't know… but I have to find it" She lifter her head, pain expanding to her whole forehead. She felt the side of her head, and found an abnormal bump the size of a rock. "Ow" she cried in pain.

"I don't think so young lady" a voice said, sternly, but she could sense concern for her health as well. "You need your rest, you are in no shape to find anything"

"Yes Hera" Theresa answered. She made herself seem upset she could join the search and be her normal self, as much as she did, Hera was right. She was in no shape to even lift her head without it feeling like she's lifting a bulldozer.

"We'll find it… you really think this may lead us to a suspect?" Archie asked.

"Well, I think so" Theresa said, laying back down.

"Well we better get to work then, come on, let's head out" Jay said in a determined voice. He wasn't going to let this creep get away with hurting his beloved angel, no way in hell.

As he led the group out the door towards Herry's truck, he whispered something that reassured himself his promise to get this guy, and get him good;

'Don't worry Theresa, we'll find who did this to you, if my life depends on it.'