CHAPTER 4
I'm not the same boy you once knew
I've changed my ways
-Tony Lucca, "Seen Some Better Days"
"Rafe!" Alison exclaimed, watching her "husband" collapse onto the church floor and smack his head loudly on the first row of pews.
She quickly ducked down to check on him.
"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned.
God, Rafe felt like such a moron. He meets two beautiful ladies, who could possibly hold valuable keys to his past, and what does he do? He grabs the first by her ankle, nearly scaring her to death, and then he falls all over himself in front of the other. He suddenly wasn't sure he wanted to remember the past ten years of his life, if this was what he'd done only in the past few weeks.
"I'm sorry..."
He raised a finger, indicating he wanted to make a point.
"Did you say we're 'married?'"
"Yeah."
Alison spoke softly, and her eyes wandered as she replayed the moment in her mind.
"Ugh!" Rafe groaned, leaning backward.
He winced as his head once again connected with the wooden pew.
"Rafe!" cried Alison. "What are you doing?"
"I don't know!" he moaned, resting his head in his hands. "I don't know anything. I can't- I can't remember... anything."
As much as she instinctively wanted to hold and comfort him, Alison found herself backing away from the man she loved.
"What do you mean you don't remember?" she asked quizzically, her blue eyes squinting at him.
"I mean, I don't remember!" Rafe responded, throwing his hands down in frustration and looking up at her. "I don't remember anything, anyone. I don't remember you, and I especially don't remember me."
"But-"
Alison stepped a bit closer to him.
"But how is that possible? Rafe, I'm your wife!"
"So you keep telling me!" he exclaimed, his hazel eyes flashing.
He noticed her jump back at his outburst, and he found himself feeling even worse.
"I'm sorry," he apologized quietly. "You seem to genuinely care about me, and you definitely don't deserve this."
Alison stood silently in front of him, too shocked to say or do anything.
Rafe stood and took a deep breath, trying desperately to compose himself and retain whatever dignity he had left.
"You know what? I'm just going to go outside and take a walk. I think I could really use the fresh air. Excuse me."
He turned and prepared to head toward the door, but Alison quickly ran in front of him and blocked him.
"Oh, no, you don't, Rafe Kovich," she said, pressing her hands against his shoulders. "You are not going to disappear on me again."
I'm not the same boy you once knew
I've changed my ways
-Tony Lucca, "Seen Some Better Days"
"Rafe!" Alison exclaimed, watching her "husband" collapse onto the church floor and smack his head loudly on the first row of pews.
She quickly ducked down to check on him.
"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned.
God, Rafe felt like such a moron. He meets two beautiful ladies, who could possibly hold valuable keys to his past, and what does he do? He grabs the first by her ankle, nearly scaring her to death, and then he falls all over himself in front of the other. He suddenly wasn't sure he wanted to remember the past ten years of his life, if this was what he'd done only in the past few weeks.
"I'm sorry..."
He raised a finger, indicating he wanted to make a point.
"Did you say we're 'married?'"
"Yeah."
Alison spoke softly, and her eyes wandered as she replayed the moment in her mind.
"Ugh!" Rafe groaned, leaning backward.
He winced as his head once again connected with the wooden pew.
"Rafe!" cried Alison. "What are you doing?"
"I don't know!" he moaned, resting his head in his hands. "I don't know anything. I can't- I can't remember... anything."
As much as she instinctively wanted to hold and comfort him, Alison found herself backing away from the man she loved.
"What do you mean you don't remember?" she asked quizzically, her blue eyes squinting at him.
"I mean, I don't remember!" Rafe responded, throwing his hands down in frustration and looking up at her. "I don't remember anything, anyone. I don't remember you, and I especially don't remember me."
"But-"
Alison stepped a bit closer to him.
"But how is that possible? Rafe, I'm your wife!"
"So you keep telling me!" he exclaimed, his hazel eyes flashing.
He noticed her jump back at his outburst, and he found himself feeling even worse.
"I'm sorry," he apologized quietly. "You seem to genuinely care about me, and you definitely don't deserve this."
Alison stood silently in front of him, too shocked to say or do anything.
Rafe stood and took a deep breath, trying desperately to compose himself and retain whatever dignity he had left.
"You know what? I'm just going to go outside and take a walk. I think I could really use the fresh air. Excuse me."
He turned and prepared to head toward the door, but Alison quickly ran in front of him and blocked him.
"Oh, no, you don't, Rafe Kovich," she said, pressing her hands against his shoulders. "You are not going to disappear on me again."