I get back in the car and don't mention it to Kate or my father. My dad buys us all ice cream and we eat it at the ice cream shack. I get my favourite cookies and cream, Kate gets strawberry ripple and my dad goes with vanilla and chocolate mix. I've always known that's where I got my taste for ice cream from.
Kate does spend the next hour trying to educate me on Christian Grey who is meant to be my boyfriend and a magician and a millionaire. I just don't see how I would forget something like that. When my dad goes to the toilet Kate even tells me that I lost my virginity to Christian. How the hell can I not remember this guy? It's no use, nothing is jogging my memory. Even when Kate describes him to me, he sounds like the guy I met at work. On the way back Kate drops my dad back at his hotel and then takes us back to the apartment.
I enter the apartment with Kate right behind me. "I still can't believe that none of the doctors could give us any answers," Kate says scowling.
"A fat lot of help they were." She adds.
"Well, they did say I'm a unique case. Maybe they'll write a paper about me." I offer sarcastically.
"Well, I'm going to take a shower. Are you going to be okay?" Kate is being overprotective again.
"I'm fine. I won't leave the apartment or forget anything else. Scouts honor." I smile holding up three fingers.
Kate laughs and heads into her bedroom for her en suite bathroom. I go to head into my bedroom when I see a new laptop on the table. I'm sure Kate mentioned something about a laptop. I sit down and press the power on button. After a couple of seconds, it loads up to the main screen. A plain background surprising, normally Kate puts her latest heartthrob hunk as her background screen. As I scroll the mouse around I see a music playlist folder. Quick double click and I'm in looking at all my favourite musical artists in a long list. This looks like it belongs to me with all my old music on it.
One album folder stands out. I don't recognize the band, maybe I got into them recently and it's one of the things I forgot. I open the folder and it's filled with twenty pictures. I open the first picture to see the man I met at the diner today. He is standing in a black suit looking out over the city of San Diego in a high rise glass paneled wall window holding handcuffs behind his back. I click to the next picture and see him staring back at me holding a Steele out the only colour in the picture is the Steele and his eyes, those deep sea grey eyes.
The third click takes me to a picture where he is holding out a top hat and is reaching inside of it. Each picture is so well posed and professionally taken. He seems so cool and confident unlike when I saw him today. He doesn't even seem like the same man. The guy I saw today was like a hollow shell filled with emptiness and sadness. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm stalking this guy or if this is all some huge prank that Kate is pulling on me till I get to picture seven and I freeze up.
It's him in what looks like a hotel lobby and he is holding me in his arms. I'm leaning against his chest. He is looking into my eyes and I'm staring up at his neck. This is not a photoshopped picture, I remember the hotel lobby. It's the hotel from San Francisco. Then why the hell can't I remember him or the picture? I want to ask Kate about it, but I can hear, she is in the shower. Not only can I hear the shower but she likes to sing to, out loud.
I'm still staring at the picture in numb realization. How much have I truly forgotten? The thought scares me. I try to focus, to make myself remember. My mind flashes me an image of me, in hotel lobby checking my phone. I feel I have made it with five minutes to spare but for what. Damn it!
I try again and see me and Kate standing at the desk getting our keys with Jose and James fighting behind us. It's so frustrating, I can't remember a picture I'm looking at of me and him. I try once more and I see me and Kate leaving in a hurry, handing our keys and hearing the room was fully paid for.
Fuck. It's not working and I feel like I'm getting a headache.
I head onto the Internet opening up a window and go to type when I realize I have no idea what to type in. I'm still thinking when my inner angel finally returns and gives me an idea. Internet history. I quickly open a window and pull up my Internet history. What the hell was I searching this for? I click on a few pages and it brings up pictures of people being whipped. There are other pictures of people being caned. I try to digest the pictures, but it's unnerving. There must be some reason I looked into these things. I look at a few more web pages before I shut them down. I feel a little light headed and sick and my headache gets stronger to make itself known. I need to take some painkillers and lie down maybe everything will make sense then, I hope.
(Poor Ana trying to piece together what has happened in the last two weeks. If only you lovely readers could help her remember. It does seem like she isn't the only one suffering. Good job she hid that pictures folder now if she can only work out what has happened.
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