Finding her

How would you feel when you finally admit your love for someone and they admit it back, only for time to mess up and take them away from you? Broken? Lost? Brandon, felt the same way and it didn’t help him that he was not in the same time, literally.
He set out to find the one he truly loves and was lost due to a rookie mistake, well according to her it was a rookie mistake.
Will he able to find her in this new time? And if he finds her, will he be able to make her remember?
Embark on a journey with love, fun, friendship and some big scientific words.


6. Chapter 5- Chainsaws And Slip-ups

Ember’s POV

When I reached my penthouse I couldn’t help but think about today. It was one of the best days of my life. Everytime I thought of today, my face just lights up and a goofy smile takes place on my lips. I took a shower but still, it was not gone. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn’t even register the presence of my father until he asked me something that made me snap from my thoughts.

“Ember, do you know where my chain-saw is?”

“Daddy? When did you come home? And no I don’t know, why?” I asked.

“No reason, just having this urge to kill someone.” That made me stand up from my place on the couch to him. I stood infront of the only man that has mattered in my life for the past 23 years and will matter in the future too. He looked at me with his blue eyes same as me and brown hair. Suffice to say that I have my looks from my mum. But that a story for another time.

“Daddy, what are you talking about? Are you sick?” I put a hand on his forehead to check but he held my wrists and said, “Well, my daughter has this smile on her face, so I’m going to kill that man that put it there because I don’t want you to go to him. And soon you will marry him and leave your poor daddy alone. So to avoid my broken heart, I’m going to kill him. Now, where is the chain-saw?”

“Daddy!!” I smacked his arms and huffed my way to the couch.

He came and sat beside me and put his arm on my shoulder for a side-hug. “So.. you want to tell me or should I attach private investigators on your back.” He said in an almost serious way. I was going to believe it but he laughed like always and pushed him off the couch and he landed on his butt and now it was my turn to laugh at him.

“Ow! What was that for?” I just shrugged and stood up to help him stand up too but he took my hand pulled my on the floor too. The night went by and we both laughed at each other.

“His name is Brandon, daddy. He is an artist, a rich one. He looks very familiar to me. I don’t know where have I seen him and what connection do we have but I feel weird for the first time in 23 years and I eventually had a vision one day.” I started explaining to him about all the things that happened to me since I met him.

“So, this time you got it while you were awake?” He asked a bit surprised and I nodded.

“I don’t know what to do, dad. I don’t know what they mean, what all of this means. I feel as if I’m living in a mirage. As if I belong someplace else and some thing is stopping me.”

My father rested his chin on his fist which was on his knee. He thought for a while and answered, “Well, we are rich now so we can afford a psychologist they use this method to go into your dreams. I can’t remember that name. What was it?” he questioned and closed his eyes to remember.

“Like hypnotization?”

“Yeah, just like that. Maybe we should try it?”

“Yeah. I guess it is a good idea.” I said and stood up to hug him. He hugged me back and I said, “Thank you dad. You are the best.”

He chuckled and released me.

“Will you invite your new friend to dinner? I promise I won’t take out my chainsaw.” He said.

“Daddy!!” and we both erupted with laughter.


“Sylvia, honey? You got your acceptance letter from Harvard!!!” A woman said whose face I couldn’t see clearly. She was a blur but her smile was not mistaken.

“Oh my god, Sylvia!!! That’s amazing. Congrats bestie. I knew you could do it.” I turned towards the shrill voice and I swear I have heard it before. She looked like a 17 year old. Her facial structures were a bit clear and she looked a lot like Amelia, minus the German accent.

“Don’t you think Brandon she did a wonderful job?” I turned towards a younger version of Brandon and he looked so cute. But he didn’t have anything to say and from his facial expressions I could clearly see that he would rather be somewhere else.

But what I don’t understand is that, why is Brandon in my vision? And why these people are calling me Sylvia? Who are they? Are they someone dear to me? Why does it feel as if I have lived with them? So many unanswered questions.

I looked around again and found myself surrounded by people, who looked very familiar. My head was throbbing from so much thinking and before I could comprehend further I saw all black.

I shrill voice was heard in the background and I find myself drifting towards it. That’s when reality hit me and I find myself sleeping in my bed, woken up by my phone ringing signaling a call, from another one of my weird dreams.

I got up slowly and tugged my phone from the bedside and tapped the green button, accepting the call.

“Ember, its Amelia. Come at my house immediately.” A familiar male voice broke from the other end.

I groaned and checked the time. It is fifteen minutes past nine.

“Max? Why so urgent? Is she oka?”

“I have no time to explain Em. Come down here quickly.” He said and ended the call immediately. It took a little time to comprehend what was happening but as soon as I did, I rushed towards Max’s place.

Brandon’s POV

Today’s morning was very weird. I remembered a memory of Sylvia getting accepted in Harvard and everyone congratulated her. The weird thing that happened to me was that as soon as I remembered, that memory was erased from my mind. As if someone snatched it away. I don’t know what is happening to me. It also happened when Ember first came to see me at the hospital. As soon as we shook hands, I lost another memory, which I think was very special for me since I felt empty inside.

I don’t know what is happening to me. I don’t want to lose my memories with her. If Ember doesn’t remember herself and I lose my memory then I won’t have anything to remember her. She is the only thing that is sane in my life.

Now I have to make a plan to tell her. And I think I just have the thing to do.

Formulating my game plan in my mind I went to my washroom and did my business. By the time I got out it was 10 and I had a meeting with Nathan regarding his new hires. He called me this morning and said more like screamed, “BRANDON!!! I NEED YOUR HELP.”

I had to put my phone away from my ears from his screeching voice.

“Nathan, calm the hell down. If you don’t then it won’t help either of us and you know it. So, let’s just breathe. Inhale and exhale.” I try to calm him down and it seems like its working since I can hear his heavy breathing over the phone.

“Brandy, I need your help. I have an interview with the new hires today and you know how I get when I have something up on my sleeve.” I hate his nick name for me. Brandy. Like what the hell. I sound like a freaking drink.

But he is right; Nat has the tendency to mess up the great things in his life when he is nervous. For instance, when we were in high school- in my previous time line- he wanted to ask Daphne, Sylvia’s best friend and his first love out on a date. He couldn’t sleep for weeks because he was nervous to ask her out and we planned a way for him to do it. When the day came, he failed miserably. He started stammering, got sweaty and set fire to my banners, which I made secretly and was this close for Sylvia to find it.

But Daphne had to man up and ask him out and he said yes. That was the start of their relationship which went on for roughly 7 years, until you know what. But it was suffice to say that my best friend didn’t lose his ability to mess up even in this new time.

“Yeah dude, who would know better than me?” I chuckled and he groaned. “Now is not the time, Brandy. Come here by 10.30 and HELP ME!!!” with that he ended the call.

Before I go to him, I have to fix myself with a doctor’s appointment since I only hear a soft whistle after that douchebags screaming. If he wasn’t my best friend he would have his mouth taped.

So, now here I am infront of his building ready to go inside, when I see someone familiar walk in too. He looks a lot older than me, probably my father’s age but very familiar. I shrug it off and go inside. I greet the receptionist whose name is Rita; she has brown hair and light blue eyes. She is very professional in her work and I think she has a crush on Sam from IT, but who am I too judge.

“Good morning Mister Reed. How can I help you today?” she says in her friendly and warm voice.

“Good morning Rita. I have an appointment with Nathaniel. Is he in the discussion room?” I ask.

“Yes, Mr. Reed.” She replies and we bid our goodbyes and I make my way to the room. Nathan made this whole building by his brain. So he didn’t put a conference room, but a discussion room where people from each department can discuss about what they do in this office. Honestly, I have no freaking idea what they do and everytime I ask Nathan he says it is confidential and I shrug it off.

I open the door to the room and find Nathan with another red head talking to him. I can’t see her face as she has her back turned to me. Looks like they are talking about something important since he hasn’t recognized my present so I clear my throat to get their attention.

They both turn to look at me and I recognize the red head instantly.

“Daphne?” I whisper and clear my throat. Nathan seems to notice my little slip up but doesn’t comment on it but I know when we are alone he will beat me up to tell him what happened.

“Hi Mr. Reed. I have heard a lot about you. I’m Amelia Roseheart. Pleasure to meet you.” She extends her hand and I hesitantly shake it.

“Pleasure is all mine Amelia. But please call me Brandon. Mr. Reed is my father.” I reply and she chuckles.

“Sure Brandon.” She says and turns to Nathan, “I hope we can work together Nathan.”

She shakes his hands too and leaves. I see Nathan’s cheek getting covered in slight red. When he regains his conscious from dream land he takes me by my arm roughly and storm into his office and locks the door behind him.

“Woah, woah Nathan. I don’t swing your way. I love a girl remember?” I say and start to laugh at my joke only to see that he isn’t joining me. Then I understand the intensity of the conversation that is going to happen.

“I noticed your little slip up there, buddy. And I’m guessing that she was a part of our life there. Am I right?” he asked raising his eyebrows and a very low and intimidating voice.

“Hah, W-what are you talking about? I, uh, I don’t know her.” I said nervousness evident in my voice and I let out my nervous laugh which didn’t help me either because Nathan knows my nervous laugh.

“Really Brandon? You gonna lie to me now?” he questioned pacing the room and running his hands in his red hairs. He turned to me and had a defeated look in his eyes. “I guess I’m not that good of your friend now. It’s oka with time friendships fade away. And here I thought you as my brother.”

“No Nat, it isn’t like that. I think of you as my brother too.” I said but then I saw in his green eyes and that’s where I lost it. Big mistake.

“Yes, she was with us. She was best friends with Sylvia and your girlfriend for 7 years.”

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