Hi! thanks for the interest in the story! hope you enjoy it :D This story does contain a lot of sexual content but it slowly tails off the more you get into the depth of the story.

6 months earlier

I looked around this room I was in, I was so confused as to why I was here and with all the thinking made this massive head ache worse, all I knew was I was in Boston but I wasn't from here. The doctors also kept asking me questions, like where I was from, what my parents are called, my siblings names, I pretended I didn't want to tell strangers that information but the truth was I couldn't remember and that scared the living crap out of me. They refused to tell me what my name was, which bewildered me! It was my name! I surely had a right to be told it. But naturally I should know my own name, I didn't know who I was or why this was happening, I just wanted to curl up and cry, but I didn't want them to know things were wrong.

I watched as four people walked through the doorway connecting the room to a hall way, I tried to see past them to see what was the other side of the door. The first one to walk in was a man and had short, black hair with it slicked back, and was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans torn at one of the knees. The second man to walk in had orange hair, and wore a blue, buttoned-up jacket and blue pants. The third one, was the shortest one – about the same height as the girl, actually – and wore a shirt telling me how awesome he was, strangely. The fourth one looked rather feminine, with long, brown fluffy hair, and a pink hoodie on that I rather liked and must try to find in stores to buy.

The red-haired one approached me slowly, and sat down in front of me. "Who are you?" I asked him, he was closer than I liked.

"First, you don't remember your own name, do you?" he said back. I shook my head in response.

"Well then, we should probably start with that. Your name is Mickie." Mickie. It had sounded familiar to me. I decided to accept it as my identity for now. After all I had nothing else to go with.

"You had an accident at work" the girl spoke, she seemed nervous of me, her hands hadn't left the gap in the front of her hoodie, I would be if someone knew nothing of themselves or the life they have had. "You bumped your head"

"Explains the bump and the headache" I mumbled touching the egg I had on my head, they all laughed at me, which I took offence to.

"Not lost your wit then I see" The man with his hair slicked by chuckled, using his teeth to pull at his lip ring, god that was sexy, was I allowed to think that? For all I know he's my brother or something.

I looked to the women again, I didn't mean to stare but I actually think I remember her "You ok?" she asked softly

I nodded "I think I know you"

"You do know me"

"No, she mean-" the awesome guy started

"I know what she means" the girl snapped at him

"Eve" I whispered and I guess I was right by the grin she plastered on her face "Your my best friend"

Chapter 1

I sat alone at a table in the crowded bar, the same as every other night, swirling the glass as the last of the drink lay at the bottom. Staring into the bottom of the glass, I ignored the chaos around me. I was still; everything around me vibrated with energy. I hated myself for this. Hated that I needed this to feel like I was something in life. Hated that I could no longer release the thoughts boiling inside of me without altering my frame of mine.

The wave of calm that washed over me during those few minutes of watching the barman prepare my drink was indescribable. It was that feeling I now lived for.

Quite simply, I felt alive with the first swallow. I was the smartest, most creative being on the planet. The most outgoing, the most beautiful, and the most entertaining person in the room. I was confident and fearless. At first, I'd loved the feeling; now I hated it. It wasn't me. I was shy, quiet, fading into the background as if I was clothed in the most efficient camouflage. I hated this too. I was a contradiction, both halves of myself working to cancel out the other. If my life continued on this path, I would eventually cease to exist. Unfortunately, that thought wasn't enough to stop me.

I held the drink to my lips, ignoring the slight tremor in my hand as I held the glass. I paused to inhale the fragrance of anise and herbs, feeling a tiny, electric tingle flow down my spine in response. The first time I tried whiskey, I'd been repulsed by the scent. Now it caused saliva to flood my mouth. My brain immediately realized what was coming as soon as it detected the scent. I knew that the liquor should be savored but tonight I didn't care. I couldn't stomach the fuzziness any more. Greedily, I swallowed the entire glass in one gulp, immediately signalling the waitress to bring me the another glass.

He prepared the second drink as clarity slowly began to seep into my body. The electrifying warmth slowly spread from my stomach outward. I was staring into the brown liquid when I heard a honey-smooth voice behind me.

"Would you like some company?" His voice was like cake in auditory form. I turned my head to stare at him; his beauty rendered me incapable of speech even while dancing with the whiskey. Every hair on my body prickled with awareness. His blue eyes looked into mine with intensity, reminding me of the whiskey in my glass. They were so clear and gem blue, almost kitten like. I was captivated and I couldn't look away. I wanted to sink into him and lose myself until both of us were clouded together like bricks and cement, impossible to separate, the combination of mystery and beauty was almost painful to view.

His features were even and sharp, with heavy brows slashing over deep set eyes. He was saved from feminine beauty by the slight crookedness of his nose, as if it had been broken at one time. The shock of coppery brown hair on his head was untamed, and his eyes shimmered with a blue brilliance. I looked away, his intense regard burning me like an ant under a magnifying glass.

"If you'd like," I answered, one corner of my mouth kicking up in a slight smile. I turned my attention back to the now opaque liquid in my glass. He sat down inches from my side, his proximity warming my body through the short distance that separated us.

"My name is John," he said softly, but there was no mistaking the air of confidence radiating from him.

"Mickie. Pleasure to meet you," I answered, sneaking a peek through my eyelashes. I held out my hand in greeting. He took it, enfolding my hand in his much larger one and squeezing firmly before releasing it. I reached for my second glass, trying valiantly to control my shaky hand, not sure if it was due to his presence or the fact that I'd only consumed one drink so far this evening. His eyes flicked down to watch me. I knew he couldn't miss the trembling, and I wondered what he thought of it. Heat flooded my cheeks as I considered the two options, but both made me equally ashamed. I raised the glass to my lips, downing the contents of this drink just as quickly as I had the first. Closing my eyes, I felt the fire slide down my throat as I lowered my hand to the table. He placed his hand over mine as I set down the heavy tumbler, forcing me to look at him.

"Come with me?" he asked in a low voice, grabbing me by the hand and leading me to what I assumed was the service corridor. I leaned against the wall for balance; it seemed even the whiskey wasn't enough to keep me upright in the presence of this man. My vision was centered solely on John, and I greedily drank in every detail, from his firm, toned chest to his narrow hips and solid legs.

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