I really had to start taking more notice of where I was. The dark wasn't helping. I waited until Hannah was in the car and drove off. Glad to finally be going home, well… I was. Until I realised "home" meant Reid. And Reid meant bitching.

I dropped Hannah off at her house around a half hour later and pulled into my house in an even worse mood than before. The deja-vu I'd experienced earlier had had something to do with the smoking and Pogue knocking said smoke out of my hand, only I didn't know whether it was a reminder of a memory or an actual memory at that. I pulled the keys out of the ignition and bashed my head against the dash to the beat of the Paramore song currently playing loudly from my iPod.

Don't look up,

Just let them think, there's no place else you'd rather be,

And it's on the edge that you're dying,

Dying,

Just living proof that the camera's lying…

There was a sharp knock on my window and I stopped bashing my head on my car, settling for glaring at the intruder. I all but smashed the button to open the window and continued glaring at the stupid, stupid boy that had interrupted the destruction of my stupid car.

"You coming in?" Tyler asked and I flexed my fingers, jabbing the nails into my thigh to relieve some of my anger,

"No." I said and he smirked,

"Hurry up, everyone's waiting for you."

"And by everyone, you mean…" I moved my head to the side and looked at him, softening my glare, just a bit,

"The usual. Minus Kate and Skyler," he added and I nodded, Skyler was Reid's girlfriend, and she got this sad look on her face whenever she saw me. It was annoying as hell, I guess I was happy she wasn't there.

"Not yet." I confirmed and he rolled his eyes, opened the door and grabbed my arm, yanking me out of the car. "What the hell are you doing?" I demanded and he didn't say anything but kept leading me towards the front door. I didn't even have time to grab my iPod before he slammed the door and started pushing me again. He opened the door to the house and continued to make me go towards the living room where everyone was waiting. And by everyone, I mean everyone. My eyes went wide and I stopped to the side of the doorway, I looked back at Tyler and he grinned sheepishly,

"Liar." I hissed and he pushed me again, this time sending me stumbling towards the back of a chair. Bitch I added mentally and looked around the overly furnished room again, Tyler's parents, who I recognised vaguely from photos and a few childhood memories, Caleb's mother, who was trying to "help" me get my memory back despite the fact that we had a mutual hatred of each other, Pogue's mother and father, who I had also never met and… there was one person I didn't recognise, at the back of the room. Sitting next to Reid and Pogue's father, he had dark brown hair and reminded me of someone, though I couldn't remember who.

The last thing I noticed was that they were all staring straight at me. I didn't blush or slink towards a chair, I continued to stand there and stare at everyone until Tyler pulled me over to a couch and forced me to sit down. My heart was pumping out of control in my chest, they were all here for a reason, and, unfortunately, I presumed that it had nothing to do with any more evil people trying to kill us. That was when I registered the weight of everyone's eyes on me and sunk down into the sofa.

Evelyn was the first to speak, "Alexis, do you remember any of these people?" She asked in what I suppose she thought was a comforting voice, I didn't move an inch. Just stared blankly through her at the wall on the other side, I'd grown familiar with my flashes of memory and I could feel one coming on, but it was holding back. I furrowed my eyebrows and tried to force the memory forward but it didn't come. I eventually shook my head in frustration and Evelyn took that as a "no" towards her question. I didn't bother to correct her,

"Alright, well, I want you to focus on this man's face." She pointed towards Tyler's father and I rolled my eyes,

"I'm not an idiot Evelyn. That," I started in an extremely patronizing tone, "Is Mr Simms." I let my mouth form a mocking smile before dropping it and leaning back further in my chair, "I don't have time for more of your mind games. I have stuff to do." I snapped and she smirked,

The other adults seemed taken aback at my attitude but I ignored their reactions, the boys were used to it, and it wasn't like any of these people were related to me. My eyes darted towards the unfamiliar man. Unless… no, I shook my head, he didn't look a thing like either Reid or me. But he looked like someone, I narrowed my eyes at him and he smirked. I froze.

That.

That's why he was so familiar. I almost slapped myself and tried to bring the memory back but it had already come forward. But this one was different,

"It's you." I glared at the man in front of me, my brother's expression the exact opposite of my own. I felt a hand on my shoulder and glanced back, mother. I snapped my head back around, why did she always bring us to him. I could take care of myself, Reid, not so much, but I was capable.

"Thank-you so much for this Matthew, you have no idea how hard its been." My mother gushed and I wanted to punch him in the face.

Stupid Uncle Matthew, I sneered inside my head. If he so much as looked at me wrong I was going to snap his fucking neck. I snarled at him and my Uncle grinned back at me.

"No problem, you know how I love these kids." He reached out and ruffled Reid's hair. I snorted and my mother squeezed my shoulder, hard. I yelped and ducked out of her grip.

If she touched me again-

Matthew took that as the sign to hug me and I grimaced. Scratch that, I didn't need a reason. I was going to rip his arms off. No, wait, I would skin him and dip him in salt water first, then cut all his limbs off and make him watch as I drove a blunt fire poker through his stomach over and over again. My fourteen year old self grinned manically and the man let me go. I stepped back and plastered a completely faux smile on my face, he knew it better than anyone. This was going to be one hell of a holiday.

I snapped back into the present and shook my head, choosing to ignore the following memories of the horrible things I'd done to my Uncle. I had ended up breaking his leg, snapping two ribs and giving him a black-eye before my brother called my mother. I winced at the memory of her reaction. Grounded and sent to a counsellor, along with a shiner of my own and a bruise along my jaw.

I made eye-contact with my Uncle again and he smirked. My mother's brother, he hated me, always had. Always would. I sucked in a breath and tuned back in to Evelyn's ranting.

"-So you see my logic," She looked towards the parents and they nodded, "If we get everyone she knows in the same room, we can solve the amnesia. I've started with just family but we'll do this every fortnight-" I gaped,

"You've got to be kidding me." I interrupted and she shot me a look, "That won't bring back my fucking memories. It'll drive me insane! And everyone? What're you going to do? Bring back my parents? Like they gave a shit." I snapped and stood up, ripping my wrist out of Tyler's grip I stormed from the room.

I knew she was just trying to "help" me again but it wasn't doing a thing. I didn't go up to my room. I never went there anymore, too much shit, I stomped into the kitchen and remembered one of my massive tantrum's from when I was younger. This was almost an exact replica, and over almost the exact same people. My mother and my Uncle were talking about me going to a boarding school in New York. His idea of course. I'd gotten my way as usual but it had taken running away for three hours and cutting myself for a period of time to convince my mother that it wasn't safe to have me living by myself. That was my reasoning, I was fine by myself. But she didn't need to know that. Just shows how well she knew her only daughter. I grabbed a glass from the sink and filled it with water, I drank around half of it before someone came up behind me and touched my back, where I had recently discovered I had a tattoo. I jumped and the glass fell to the sink, the fuck? I turned around and Caleb was frowning at me from the table.

"What?" I demanded and he shrugged, "I'm not sorry."

"I know." He muttered and looked at my back again, "Why haven't you got that lasered yet?" he asked and I raised my eyebrows,

"How do you know about that?" I demanded and he grinned,

"You showed me." Caleb seemed extremely happy with himself. I narrowed my eyes,

"I did not."

"Yeah, you did." He maintained the smile,

I rolled my eyes and turned back to the sink, filling up the glass halfway again I swished the water around, the water swirling up the sides and dumped it into the sink.

"What do you want?" I asked again and Caleb came and leaned on the bench next to me.

"Why don't you remember everything yet?" his concern seemed genuine, I rubbed my eye with the hand not holding the glass,

"How should I know?" I grumbled, expression turning sour,

"I don't know. Didn't they tell you how to get it back?"

"I haven't found the right triggers." I put the glass on the edge of the sink and tapped my nails against the metal wash board type part of the sink, I turned towards him and Caleb kissed me. I froze, what the fuck did he think he was doing? I didn't move, but a moment later he pulled back and looked at me, his eyes darting from my left eye to my right.

"What was that?" I demanded, what the hell was wrong with him? I was expecting some kind of smirk or something but I got the opposite, he sighed, took a step back and ran his hands through his hair. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it, shook his head and walked out. My stomach was churning with something, recognition. This had happened before, I racked my brain and found... nothing. Just that stupid feeling of deja-vu, and I couldn't get rid of it. I bit my lip, something told me I hadn't reacted the way I should have.

No Shit

I grimaced and looked towards the door Caleb had gone through. Not sure whether I should follow him or not. I rubbed my arm and tried again to find a memory with no such luck. Screaming probably wouldn't be the best option, especially with all the people currently sitting in the living room. I slapped my head in an attempt to clear my thoughts, not surprised when it didn't work as planned. I walked quietly over to the back door and pulled it open, walking silently into the back yard. I made my way over to a spot I knew I'd been before, just at the edge of the woods surrounding the mansion and sat down. Head in hands, elbows on knees, legs crossed, I looked the picture of happiness and clarity right now. Note the sarcasm. I shook my head and tried to gather my somewhat stupid thoughts.

So Caleb kissed me.

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