Chapter 25

Revealing Lost Memories

Josh's POV

"Hey Dad, I'm going out with Dillon. We were just gonna go to the fair and hang out with the other guys."

I waited for dad's reply and I guess you could call a grunt a reply.

"Ok well I will be home before tea, tell mum I won't be late."

I received another grunt from Dad. He hates when I interrupt during the news.

I grabbed my key from the hook and walked out into the street.

I walked the couple hundred meters till I reached Dillon's house.

I tossed a rock at his window instead of knocking on his door. I knew that his mum would asleep, she always has an afternoon nap, and his Dad would be in his study working, I never knock at this time.

I waited another ten minutes before Dillon crept from his house and quietly closed the front door.

"Hurry up, man." I called, "We're going to be late."

"Hold ya horses," he said, a small note of irritation in his voice, "You know if I wake mum she will ground me."

I just shook my head and started to walk towards town, waiting for him to catch up.

"So who's meeting us again?" Dillon asked, he had a horrible memory for anything except how many times he tortured one of the girls from the school just out of town.

The Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women was a home to rich, snobs who had rich parents to give them everything they could ever want.

I knew a girl from there… well I knew what she wanted me to believe. She said that she was home schooled, had a cat named Suzie and was religious.

But none of that turned out to be true; she was just another rich, daddy's girl who wanted to play around with an unsuspecting country boy.

Just as we reached my dad's pharmacy I got a craving for one of the ice cream sundaes that are also sold inside.

"Hey Dillon, I'm just gonna get an ice cream, do you want one?" I asked.

Dillon shook his head no and muttered, "I'll meet you at the dunk tank."

I waved him off and entered the store.

"How ya going honey?" Molly asked, she had worked hear for a few years.

"Good and yourself?" I answered.

"Oh can't complain." She answered with a smile, "The usual?"

I nodded and sat on a stool and waited. As Molly handed me my ice cream I heard the bell over the door ring and I turned to see who had entered.

"Cammie?" I asked but she can't have heard me because she kept walking towards the back of the store, breaking into a slow jog when she was near the back exit.

"What the…?" I murmured and went to follow.

I opened the door and saw something that scared the crap out of me.

Cammie was struggling in the arms of a man about three times the size of her and he put a rag over her mouth that was obviously soaked in something because her eyes immediately un-focused and she struggled a bit less. She tried to kick him but he hit her in the back of the head really hard and she lost consciousness.

"CAMMIE!" I screamed, not knowing what to do.

The man holding her looked up and caught sight of me for the first time since I walked in on their fight.

His eyes seemed to harden when they saw me and he dropped Cammie to the ground where she landed with a sickening thud.

He started approaching me slowly and I had no idea what to do. I couldn't go back inside because the door automatically locks when closed and I couldn't leave Cammie.

I backed up but soon hit the dumpster and realised what a terrible position I had put myself in. I was cornered, behind me was a dumpster, on one side there was a wall, the other a locked door and in front of me, a man who looked intent on killing me.

"SOMEBODY HELP!" I screamed as loud as I could but as soon as the words left my mouth the man pounced.

His body slammed into me hard and I flew back into the dumpster, hitting my head hard, causing stars to cover my vision.

Suddenly he was pulled off of me and shoved in the opposite direction. A boy about my ages punched him in the temple and he immediately fell to the ground. I just gaped at the scene, unable to form a coherent noise.

"Are you alright?" A tall, handsome (not that I'm gay but one can't help but notice) man asked before pulling me from the ground.

I stood there, shocked, staring at the place on the ground where Cammie was lying surrounded by three people.

"Josh, I need you to tell me what happened here," the man said, interrupting my thoughts, "can you do that for me?"

"How do you know my name?" I asked, I am sure I have never seen this man before.

"Don't worry about that, just tell me what happened," his voice was loosing the calmness it had before.

"Who the hell are you people?" I asked, "Why the hell did that man attack Cammie?"

"Maybe we have to let you in on our secret again." He sighed to himself, shaking his head.

"Wait… what do mean by 'again?'" I stammered, "I have no idea what the hell you are going on about? Are you crazy or something?"

"I can assure you that we are not crazy," he said, his voice tight, "Just come with us and we will explain everything."

I was about to agree when a beautiful lady stepped in, she looked so much like Cammie, maybe they are related.

"Joe, are you sure that's a good idea?" she whispered, I looked behind her, a girl small girl again about my age was kneeling beside Cammie, holding something to the back of her head, I was scared to see that when she pulled it away it was stained red, absolutely covered in blood, I wanted to get to Cammie but I knew in the back of my mind that I wouldn't get past these two. I tuned back into the conversation then just to hear the woman say, "Too many people know about this already."

"Rachel, we have to," he answered, as if trying to reassure her, "He has seen too much already."

She studied my face for a long time, her face blank and her gaze hard, it started to get nervous, what was she trying to tell just by looking at me?

Just as I was about to say something, she nodded slightly before turning away, ending that awkward moment.

"But if this turns out bad," she said without turning, "It's on your hands Joe."

Joe sighed heavily as if knowing she would say something like that.

He turned to me and motioned for me to follow him.

He leant down quickly and checked the guys pulse, nodding slightly, before turning to the boy who was only about my age, and murmured, "You know what to do."

The boys face hardened and he nodded stiffly before reaching into his jacket and pulled out a gun.

I watched stunned as he kicked the guy hard in the ribs, waking him up immediately.

"Don't dare try anything; I won't hesitate to kill you if you attempt to hurt anyone near me again."

The guy groaned in pain before nodding.

"Good," the boy said before once again reaching into his jacket, only this time pulling out a pair of handcuffs, he offered them to the man saying "Put them on now."

The man did as he said, keeping his hands in front of him.

"Get up," the boy said hardly.

He stumbled to his feet and leaned heavily against the brick wall beside him.

I watched stunned, unaware that Joe was grabbing my arm and pulling me after him.

I was broken out of my shock when Joe slapped me up the back of the head.

"Hey!" I growled.

"Well kid next time you will know not to ignore me," he said, "Now that you're paying attention I want you to follow Rachel and Liz, I don't want you to leave her side, just follow her back to the school."

"What about Cammie?" I asked, not really wanting to leave her, though that seemed stupid but I didn't know these people, all I knew was that Cammie was in trouble.

"She will be right behind you with us," he said, "now go."

I looked for Rachel and Liz and saw them standing at the end of the alley, both looking around cautiously as if waiting for someone to jump out and attack.

I walked up and stood beside her.

Rachel ignored me, while Liz hesitantly smiled at me.

"Come on then," Rachel said, kind of harshly, "We don't know how many more are out here, we better get back quickly.

As we started to walk into the crowd I looked behind me and saw Joe bend down and pull Cammie into his arms, pressing a rag to the back of Cammie's head as best as he could. I also saw the other boy begin to lead the other man out at gun point, but they were going in the opposite direction away from the crowds.

"Don't worry Josh," the girl called Liz said, "Cammie will be safe with them, trust me."

I don't know why but I did trust this girl, I don't understand what is going on but hearing the girl say that Cammie will be alright calmed me down immensely.

We walked for over half an hour before we reached the gates of Gallagher Academy.

Rachel flashed her ID at the guard at the gate and he let her in, he was chewing a large wad of bubble gum. He studied me for what seemed like to long before looking away and typing something into his computer.

I thought I could feel his eyes on me as we walked up the long drive.

"Josh, do you remember being here?" Rachel asked from ahead of me.

"Should I?" I answered.

Rachel didn't answer me, instead opening the front door and leading me into the building, Liz following behind me.

We walked up a flight of stairs before reaching a door. Rachel opened the door and motioned for me to walk in first.

Inside was what was obviously an office, furnished with a couple of couches, a mahogany desk and a dozen book cases, it was deceptively big.

I studied the title on the books and was stunned at what I saw.

There were titles like, "The Art of War," "Locks: the Manipulation and Disabling of" and "101 Classic Covers and Spies Who've Used Them."

I looked around to see Rachel studying me intently.

"Spies?"

A/N ok I know that it has been ages since I updated but I have gotten a job and I haven't had as much time to write.