Not Easily Forgotten

~Chapter 5 Hello World~

Chapter Five

12:13 A.M.

12:40 A.M.

1:29 A.M.

1:54 A.M.

Time seemed to tick away and yet here I was still not getting a wink of sleep.  My mind kept coming back to the same subject of my past and I kept wondering “what if?”  Will I ever get my memories back?  Of course I wanted to, but there was a part deep inside me that was afraid to learn about what I did and to just start over and forget it.

Maybe the computer had answers?  Patrick did have a laptop with internet.  Seeing no possible way I was going to sleep I sneaked into the living room and sat at the island where his laptop was plugged in.

O-l-i-v-i-a B-e-c-h-e-n-s-h-a-w, I typed into the internet; a whole bunch of websites pop up, and pictures.  In every one of my pictures my hair color was the chestnut brown it is now.  I must have died it before I became famous.  In most of my pictures I was walking down the street shielding my face, but a couple of them were of Austin Parkway and me.  He had light brown hair that went his shoulders and was a couple of inches taller than me.

I kept scrolling down the pictures observing myself finding the way I dressed, acted, and looked interesting.  I finally found a picture that was dated a couple of days before my accident, but I wasn’t alone and it wasn’t Austin Parkway.  He had curling blond hair that was a mess and piercing blue eyes.  He was about the same size as Patrick which was 5 foot 9 and was walking in front of me while holding my hand as if trying to shield me from the paparazzi.

“Who is this?”  I quietly asked myself.  I clicked onto the picture which was connected to a website called, “All That Gossip”.  His name was Walter Russell, but they said most called him Walt.  I feel no recollection of him what so ever and if we were actually together, he probably would have called.  Maybe he knows what had happened to me the night I had my accident, but of course they had no way to contact him. I give up on that lead for now.

I continued to gaze at more websites that talked about me and most was just about my recent accident.  How did they know I had lost my memory?  These people are relentless.   I found other story liners that had not only my accident, but blamed my father for the accident.

“Teen tries to get attention from Dad?”

“Careless Father abandons his only child”

“Celebrity #1 Family issues right now:  Christopher Bechenshaw and His bad parenting with his daughter Olivia”.

A picture of him appeared on the right of the screen with is graying hair and startling grey eyes that I had been given from him. His business suit matched his eyes and was glaring at the camera.  He did look kind of like a mobster, but I hardly believed it.

After my mother had died when I was only seven was when he started to slack off.  He didn’t know what to do with me and that was when I had started to hang out with Danica and her family as my own.  I never did any extracurricular activities like band or a sport because he would never show up at the event.  What was the point if no one was proud of you?

For another half an hour I rummaged around look for more clues about myself that might spark a light bulb in my memory, but nothing connected. 

I was just turning off the computer when I heard a turn in the doorknob of the front door.  The door slowly creaked open and I hopped of the stool and hopped around the island so I was hidden.

Where is that baseball bat? I thought to myself.  Instead I grabbed a frying pan from one of the cupboards. 

He finally walked in and turned on the light and I see Monroe.