Amnesia

39. Who She Really Is

I rolled my eyes and began walking.

"Don't touch me!" I snapped at Miles when he went to grab my arm. "I know where I'm going. And don't touch him either."

Devan and I were left alone, with Miles and two others following a few feet behind.

"Scout," Miles said after a minute. "It's this way." He pointed down the hallway we just passed.

"No, I'm going to the Loft," I told him.

"Marcus said-"

"I don't care what he said."

I waited impatiently for Miles to unlock the Loft and let us in. He locked it behind us.

"Scout, can you tell me what is going on?" Devan asked.

Before I could say anything, there was a strange sound and then a bright orange dart was velcroed to Devan's chest.

"Who is it?" A young girl's voice asked.

When I didn't answer soon enough, another dart flew towards us, but missed.

"Sarah!" I called.

"Scout!" She jumped out of her hiding spot and came running to me.

I embraced her. "Thank God," I sighed.

"Where have you been?" She asked.

"It's a long story."

"Who is this?" Devan asked.

Sarah gave Devan a strange look and whispered to me, "Who's that?"

Sarah led me back to the kitchen where the other three were. I hugged them all, glad that they were still here.

"Devan, this is Trisha, Danielle, Wendy, and Sarah. Girls, this is Devan."

"As in Devan Rake?" Trisha asked.

I nodded. "Oh, and this is Leon." I showed Leon that they were good people.

"Sorry, but I still don't know who these people are," Dave said to me.

"They're Owen's family."

"What?" He looked at them again and saw the resemblance. "But Marcus just said that they weren't here."

"What is he talking about?" Trisha asked.

I had us all sit down before explaining. "Marcus set a deadline for when Owen had to have the money in. The deadline was today. He only had half though, and then they told him that they let you guys go. They told him that you got remarried and had a son."

Trisha had tears. "Did he believe it?"

I nodded.

"Scout," Devan grabbed my arm and turned me to face him. "What is going on?"

"I remembered everything."

"When?"

"When I saved you after you got shot in the back." I said it quietly, avoiding his gaze. Before Devan could say anything back, I explained to the girls all of what had happened to me.

"So you remember everything?" Devan asked.

I nodded.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I was worried that if you knew, then you would just demand to know everything and... I was worried what would happen to... us."

Devan was quiet for a moment. "Honestly, I don't know what I would have done. But it wouldn't have affected our relationship."

"He's your boyfriend?" Sarah exclaimed. "Aww! Kiss!"

Danielle lightly slapped her.

"Okay, and another question, what's the Rooms and the Loft?" Devan asked.

"The Rooms is where they keep their prisoners and the Loft is where you are now. It was where prisoners were held, but they moved them and I took over the area and demanded that they stay with me." I motioned to the girls and then spoke to them. "I'm surprised that they didn't move you after I disappeared."

"Marcus was afraid to," Danielle said. "He knew how angry you would be when you got back if he did."

"Okay, more questions," Devan said. "How close are you to Marcus?"

"I'm one of the top people and...I'm his daughter."

That was like a slap in the face to him. "Oh. Um, so what did he call you before? Instead of Scout?"

"My real name is Karita, Karita Meselva. Everyone calls me Scout because it's easier and not so girly."

"Where's your mum?"

"She's dead."

"Oh. Sorry."

"It's alright."

"So why Scout though?"

"Because I can see, or scout out people's weakness very quickly."

"Really?"

I nodded. "For example, yours would be your back, based on how you kinda favored it while struggling against the people back there."

"Did I really?"

"Mhm. And I also was the one who brought these guys in. You know that scar on Owen's arm?"

"Yeah."

"I gave that to him."

"Yeah, she just took her knife and sliced his arm open," Sarah said.

"Sarah!" Trisha scolded her.

Devan laughed.

"It wasn't exactly like that," I said. "He didn't even need stitches for it."

"No wonder he hated you so much," Devan said. "Wait, so he knew who you were this whole time?"

"Yep."

Devan shook his head.

"And I was also the one who..." I trailed off, not sure if I should tell Devan this right now or not.

"Who... what?" Devan asked.

"Um... well, you know that time in the library where I freaked out and told you sorry a million times?"

"Yeah."

"I really, am truly sorry, please understand that."

"Okay, so what are you sorry about?"

I swallowed and barely whispered, "I was the one who killed your father."