A/N: Welcome to a world of mystery, romance, and lies. No one is who they seem, and the truth remains unseen. Whose only wish is to hear your blood curdling scream?
Secrets and Satin
Chapter 1
"I've been out on that open road
You can be my full time, daddy, white and gold"
He was staring at her in a way that made her uncomfortable.
She narrowed her blue eyes into slits at him, feisty as always.
He smiled at her, a genuine and disarming smile, and the arrow tattoo on his honeydew skin seeming to lift at the edges as well.
He was a tall man, lean and muscular. He was not buff per say but he also was not skinny by any means.
In a past life maybe she would have found him attractive and pursued him.
But in this life?
She loathed him.
The silence was unnerving to him. This in turn made his smile seem ungenuine and that in turn made her raise her defenses.
Finally, he broke the silence.
"Katara, do you remember anything?" He asked, adjusting one leg thrown gracefully over the other.
His gray eyes pierced her.
No matter how many times he asked her that, the answer was always the same.
Katara laughed, a belly slapping laugh, and tossed her pretty little head back in amusement.
The psychiatrist's stormy eyes trailed to her slender and swan like neck and then to her hand as she went to flip her hair out of her eyes.
But there was no hair there. The hospital had shaved it off.
The sparkle that emerged in her eyes from laughter vanished as both of their eyes focused on her hand that had been trying to flip invisible hair.
"My hair was always my favorite thing about myself." Katara confessed quietly, more to herself than to the psychiatrist.
He nodded, sympathy and desire running rampant in his young eyes.
Katara, always observant, noticed this and focused elsewhere.
HIPPA would be furious if she didn't.
Her psychiatrist cleared his throat and scribbled something on his notepad.
He followed the traditional practices for sure.
Katara crossed her arms over her full chest that the hospital gown struggled to conceal.
The mental doctor's eyes flickered there and she raised an eyebrow at him and smirked.
"Well well Dr. Aang! I guess I should request a new psychiatrist before you get your license stripped." Katara quipped.
Dr. Aang stammered and stuttered before childishly lifting his notepad up to cover his rosy cheeks.
Katara laughed and moved to stand.
"WAIT!" Dr. Aang called out.
Katara froze, her back to the doctor.
She was grateful someone had brought shorts for her to wear under the garment.
This pervy psychiatrist definitely would have snuck a peek.
Well she could not call him a pervert, that wasn't fair. The kid had graduated with a medical degree when he was 18 years old, and now at just 21, he was a licensed psychiatrist at one of the most successful hospitals in the United States and the World.
She was two years his senior. And she was exotic. Caramel skin baked from the Alaskan environment. Round eyes the color of the ocean. A voluptuous hour glass figure. Legs that went on for days. Pouty lips that people would pay for. Muscles well defined and refined. Long chocolate tresses used to be another bullet on her "confident" list but that was gone. Replaced by a bald head with fuzzy brown hair, she thought she looked like a damn peach.
On top of that, she could not remember a damn thing about herself or that night or any circumstance around it.
She didn't even know who she was so how could he care about her as much as he seemed to?
"Katara!" Dr. Aang called out, and Katara snapped out of her trance and faced the doctor.
"Let's try an exercise." He said, professional like he was the first day she had come in.
She had only been there a couple of days. She had been found unconscious and with none of her belongings.
No phone. No purse. No driver's license.
She would have been a Jane Doe.
But she had remembered her name.
Katara sat down, silent, as snarky as she was, she was desperate for some answers.
She WANTED to remember.
She had to have a life somewhere.
A job.
A family.
She wanted it back.
"I want you to focus on the sound of my voice and close your eyes. Focus on the words I'm saying, and imagine them in your mind. And I want you to think. Think long and hard about yourself and who you are. Maybe you'll recall something.
Listen to my words.
.Katara
.Katara.
.Katara."
Katara thought it was foolery, but she let the words sink in and suddenly she was… she was…
There?
The first thought she remembered ever having was a simple one.
Her head was pounding.
It was kind of head pain that resonated in her skull, bouncing from her neck, temples, and forehead.
She blinked open her blue eyes and even the dim lights blinded her temporarily, making her forehead pulse in pain.
When she felt able to, she wrenched her eyes open.
The pain was unbearable.
Katara groaned and rolled over and realized she was in a plush California king bed, it was in shades of gold and crisp white. The rest of the room was decorated that way as well.
She knew she had gotten what she wanted.
Footsteps approached and Katara groaned as the door swung open on rusty hinges.
A man laughed hoarsely, deep and rich.
Katara leaned up and observed him.
He was naked, and a piece of straw dangled from his mouth and something else dangled in nether regions.
He handed her some pills and a cup of water.
"Thank Jet." She smiled, playing the helpless heroine that men tended to enjoy.
He smiled at her, pulled in by her deceit and planted a kiss on her forehead.
She slid back quickly.
She had rules and she knew it.
The image dissolved and Katara opened her eyes in confusion.
When she relayed the dream to Dr. Aang, he nodded as if it was his genius evil plan.
Katara knew what the dream meant and she felt sick to her.
She thought she had had a family to get back to.
Not clients.
Embarrassed, she shot to her feet and stormed out, despite Aang's claims and she crawled back into the bed of her private hospital room and cried herself to sleep.
"Please don't make me!" Katara begged.
Her voice cracked and her hands shook.
She stood in the darkness alone.
Holding a loaded gun.
"PLEASE!" Katara begged,
Then a shot rang out.
Katara awoke with a gasp, grasping at her
chest as if she could grab her own heart and slow it down.
Had she… murdered someone?
A/N: Slow, I know but thank you so much for reading! It will pick up!