Chapter 11: Old Memories and a VoiceA few days later...
Everyone was happy to finally have Rosalina back, but none were as happy as Nat. Especially now that they were reunited and officially together. Rosalina was staying at the Wolff residence seeing as she had nowhere to go. Nat would stay up late into the night, just to watch her sleep.
Unfortunately for Nat and Alex, they were running out of food and necessities at the house and had to go to the store. They decided to walk there, seeing as no one had their license they didn't really have a choice. They were taking their time, walking through an old neighborhood. Rosalina was pushing the stroller that had Jennifer inside (thought I forgot about her huh? well HA! I didn't.) and Nat was at her side with his arm around her. Alex invited Juanita to come along and the two held hands, walking behind the older couple.
"Wow, it's really changed a lot around here," Rosalina said remembering the neighborhood.
"You remember where we are then?" Alex asked from behind her.
She nodded and looked back at him. "How could I forget? I lived in this neighborhood."
Alex pointed out an old worn-down white house. "Hey, there's your...old house..." Nat shot Alex a look. "Sorry..."
"Nat be nice to him," Rosalina said. "It's okay. So my dad moved, huh?"
Nat frowned and looked at Rosalina. "Yeah...he didn't really handle the news well when the police said there wasn't a good chance that you would be alive. So, he moved, but he never said where. He kinda just...disappeared."
"Can't exactly blame him," Rosalina said as they continued walking.
"I guess..." Nat said.
Rosalina looked at him with a smile. "Nat, don't worry about it. It's alright. Besides, I get to stay with you now."
Nat smiled and kissed her.
They continued walking until they came up to an old brick building that had been badly damaged in a fire. There was only about half of the first floor walls still standing along with it's entrance doors and stairway. Rosalina stopped dead in her tracks upon seeing the stairs and stared at them; letting old memories flood back to her.
*Flashback* Fifteen year old Rosalina was out of breath from running and sat on the stairs outside a brick building. Tears flowed down her cheeks as the earlier events still set heavy on her heart, making her sick to her stomach. A few minutes later she wiped away the last few tears that fell and she heard distant voices calling out her name. Just before she got up to leave, a hand belonging to a tall dark haired man grabbed her arm. "Get away from me!"
Nat noticed where she was looking and immediately recognized the spot. The spot where he had last seen Rosalina up until a few days ago. The spot where Michael Cortez took Rosalina away from him and kept her away for two whole years.
Behind them, Alex and Juanita exchanged confused look as they were not at the spot that day. They soon noticed Nat and Rosalina holding each other tightly, and it clicked. They realized this was the spot where Rosalina had been kidnapped two years ago. Alex and Juanita moved forward and Alex took hold of the stroller, waiting for when Nat and Rosalina were ready to continue.
Nat and Rosalina pulled out of the hug and into a kiss. They pulled out of the kiss, taking each others' hands and went up to Alex and Juanita, who were a few feet ahead. Nat put his hand on his younger brother's shoulder, indicating that he and Rosalina were ready to go. The four teenagers had walked a few feet when a voice came from behind them, sending chills down their spines.
"I got you now..."