My parents are loaded.
I stand in the long driveway, ogling at the enormous mansion before my eyes.
“I...I live here?” I ask, my mouth gaping in awe.
“Yes you do Dylan. Do you like it?” my mother asks.
“I fucking love it!” I shout, throwing my arms up in the air.
“Watch your language Dylan,” my father says, raising his eyebrows.
“Err sorry, I fudging love it!” I exclaim hastily.
“That’s better,” my father replies, chortling.
We begin walk towards the grand, gold front door. Once we arrive at it, my father pulls out a key and unlocks it, twisting the knob. The door slowly swings open to reveal a huge, high-ceilinged foyer. An elegant double staircase curves up to the landing a floor above, and a grand, glass chandelier twinkles from the ceiling.
Damn, my house is fancy.
“Holy sh..., I mean sugar,” I murmur under my breath.
This no swearing-rule is going to be hard for me to follow.
We walk through the foyer and into the kitchen. Unsurprisingly, the kitchen is enormous as well, with dark, cherrywood cabinets and a refrigerator so large that it could probably fit a family inside of it.
“Even though you don’t remember anything, we’re just so glad you’re home safe and sound,” my mother says, smiling at me with tears in her eyes.
“Me too,” I reply, grinning back.
Suddenly, the house phone rings, causing me to jump at its loud, blaring ringtone.
“I’ll get that,” my mother says, rushing over to the phone.
She picks it up.
“Hello? Yes, this is her.”
A pause, then my mother angrily exclaims,
“You really think that Dylan is coming into work? Are you insane?! He just got rescued, and you expect him to come in for his shift?!”
“Wait, what? I have a job?” I ask, completely confused.
My mother glances up at me, then says into the phone,
“Hold on one moment.”
She then puts the phone down and sighs.
“Yes Dylan, you have a job. Usually, you would work everyday, but since you just got home after being kidnapped for weeks, I didn’t think you would be up to go in.”
“I’m up for it, I feel fine. Um, what’s my job?” I ask.
“You’re a pizza delivery boy,” my mother replies.
“Yeah, I’m definitely up to do that,” I say.
“Are you sure? Because you don’t have to work tonight; it’s your first night home again,” my mother says, a concerned expression on her face.
“I’m positive,” I say, giving her my most convincing smile.
“Alright then,” she says warily.
She puts the phone back up to her ear.
“Change of plans, Dylan can actually come in tonight. He’ll be there as soon as possible.”
After she hangs up, she asks me,
“Why do you want to go into work Dylan? It’s your first night back, don’t you want to just stay home?”
“I want to return back to my normal life,” I say.
My mother opens her mouth to say something, then closes it, pursing her lips.
It’s true. I want to do everything that I can to help me forget about the island. The memories from there are too haunting to stay in my mind. I need them to go away.
“I can drive him there,” my father suggest.
“Okay,“’my mother says quietly.
After my father gets his car keys, we walk out a door and into the garage. I cannot believe my eyes when I see a sleek, red convertible Ferrari.
“Whoa...” I whisper under my breath as my father starts the car.
I get into the passenger seat and we begin to drive. The warm, balmy breeze whips my hair around. Yep, that probably shouldn’t be happening; I am in desperate need of a haircut. After being on the island for over a month, my hair is a matted mess. I make a mental note to get one tomorrow.
After about five minutes or so, we pull to a stop in front of “Gino’s Pizzeria”. I guess this is where I work. Damn, it really sucks to lose your memory.
“Here you are,“’my fathers says, smiling.
“Thanks for the ride,” I say, getting out of the car and beginning to walk up towards the entrance.
“Call us when you need a ride home,” my father shouts.
I turn around, giving him a double thumbs-up. My father waves, then drives away. Turning back around, I approach the door. After taking one deep breath in and out, I push the door open and walk inside.
Before I can even look around, there is a loud chorus of “DYLAN, YOU’RE BACK!“, followed by a stampede of people running towards me. I am nearly choked to death as everyone pulls me into a giant hug.
I guess people missed me, right?
“Baby, I missed you so much,” a girl moans, pulling me close to her.
And then, I feel her lips press against mine. Completely taken aback with surprise, I kiss her back. She wraps her arms around me neck, pulling me even closer.
What the hell is going on right now?
And that’s when her face pops into my mind.
Instantly I pull away.
“What’s wrong baby?” the girl asks, looking up at me worriedly.
Okay, so I’m guessing this chick is my girlfriend? She is thin and pretty, with bright blue eyes and blonde hair. But she’s not as beautiful as Nikki.
“Nothing,” I lie, giving her a small smile.
“Welcome back Dylan, m’boy! You ready to get to work?” a older man exclaims, grinning and clapping me on the back.
“Sure,” I reply, nodding.
“We just got a delivery order from someone, wanna deliver it?” he asks.
“Okay,” I say.
“That’s m’boy,” the man exclaims, chuckling and slapping me on the back again.
The man walks over to the counter and hands a pizza box. The aroma of pizza wafts into my nose, causing my mouth to water. Hmm, if I just steal one slice from the pie, will the person who ordered it notice? Probably...
The man then hands me a car key and a piece of paper.
“Here’s the address and the key to the delivery car. The car is parked right out front. And you can put the address into the GPS if you don’t where it is,” the man explains.
“Okay, sounds good,” I say, smiling.
Pizza delivering can’t be too hard of a job, right? Even for someone with no memory, I think I can successfully deliver a pie of pizza.
“We’ll see you when you get back,” the man says.
I nod, then walk towards the door. Just as I step out, I hear my “girlfriend” call out,
“Love you baby!”
I stop mid-step through the doorway, turning around and looking at her. She looks at me earnestly, a huge smile plastered on her bright, lipsticked lips.
“Er...love you too,” I say awkwardly.
I then turn around and quickly rush out the door. After unlocking the delivery car, I climb into the driver’s seat and start the car, placing the pie of pizza next to me on the passengers seat.
I unfold the piece of paper, looking at the address. It reads,
16 Hanging Hill Lane.
Okay, now that’s a creepy address. Regardless, I enter it into the GPS. It calculates the drive to take 22 minutes. Not bad.
I pull out of the pizzeria parking lot and begin to drive down the road, following the GPS directions. It is now dark and a bright full moon shines down from the night sky. As I keep driving, the stores and buildings become more and more scattered apart until there are none anymore.
I continue to onto a dark, empty road, looking around to see if there are any houses or stores. But all I can see in the darkness are trees and trees and trees.
I glance down the at the GPS to see that it says there is only 1 minute left till I arrive at the destination.
Where the hell is there a house on this street?
“In 1000 feet, turn left onto Hanging Hill Lane” the computerized woman’s voice says.
I begin to slow down, peering through the darkness to see where the turn is.
“900 feet...800 feet...700 feet...600 feet...500 feet...400 feet...300 feet...”
Where is this fucking turn?
“200 feet...100 feet...turn now”
I suddenly turn the wheel, sharply veering onto a dirt road. My headlights illuminate a shambled street sign that reads, “HANGING HILL LANE”
I guess I’m here.
I slowly drive down the road, looking for some sort of house.
“You have arrived at your destination,” the GPS says.
“Where the fuck is it?!” I exclaim.
Sighing in frustration, I pull my car over to the side of the road and get out of the car. I spin around in a slow circle, looking for it.
At first, my eyes aren’t adjusted to the darkness. But when they do, that’s when I finally see it.
There, the only building on the road, is a large, tall building. This may be the strangest place that I have ever seen a building like that. But what’s even stranger is the building’s appearance; it appears to be leaning slightly to the right, as if it might fall over at any second.
So I guess this is the place that ordered a pizza. Weird.
After getting the pie of pizza from the passengers seat, I begin to walk towards the building, my feet kicking up dirt as I cross the road.
I walk towards the building in an eerie silence that is filled only by the chirping of crickets. When I finally reach the front door I ring the doorbell and wait.
Seconds go by as I wait, tapping my foot. About 30 seconds later I ring the doorbell again and knock on the odd, metal door. Yet still, no one comes.
Just when I am about to ring it one more time, the door suddenly swings open, causing me to jump backwards and I almost drop the pizza box.
At first, I don’t see anyone in the doorway; the inside is pitch black.
“Um...I’m here to delivery one large cheese pizza?” I say timidly, taking a step closer to the door.
Just then, a man walks out the darkness.
“Ah, I’m starving. Haven’t had pizza since before the island,” he says.
It takes me a few moments to fully comprehend what he just said. And when I finally do, it is too late.
A wet cloth is pressed against my mouth, and before I can run, I plunge into complete darkness.