Part 08; Exodus
A few days had passed, still no memory had come back. I persuaded Doug to make an appointment with my doctor. I didn't feel like any of the memories would come back soon. If I did ever "remember" something, it was always in the form of a blurry image, but it didn't stay long. From time to time, there would be a clear image at the front of my mind. However, those were for only a moment and were lost by the time I could actually try to process it.
Today had gone on for what seemed like to be eternity. But, it didn't phase me too much, since I had slept quite late today. Dougie was watching some film, a documentary on a musician's career. Snuggled up against Dougie, I was reading through messages on my Facebook. I replied to some, the ones from friends. Yawning, I stretched out some.
"Go to bed, you look tired." my fiance said after a moment of me being sprawled all over the couch. He played with my hair, making a funny face at me. "It's more comfortable than the couch."
"You're right… you should be getting to bed too, you know." I pouted.
"Right, I'll be there in a bit." he replied, kissing my forehead. I rolled over and sat up. Going back into the bedroom, I quickly changed into my pajamas and slipped under the covers. A few minutes later, Dougie joined me. He stroked my cheek, kissing me tenderly. "I love you, Jenna."
"Dougie…" I murmured. He knew what he was getting into, last time he said that we had gotten into an argument of sorts.
"I know, I know. Even if your memory doesn't come back, I'll stay with you. You're too precious for me to lose." He leaned his forehead against mine, smiling. Doug kissed me again, though this time it was more aggressive. His hands slipped around my back to the clip of my bra. I pulled back immediately, looking at Dougie in confusion. His expression was a question.
"Uhhh… no." I whispered. "Not now."
"Oh… I didn't mean to rush you." He stammered, rolling over to lay on his back. I felt like an idiot, because I knew that it wasn't like we were still inexperienced teens. But, I thought I should get a little bit of time to get back into the groove, for the lack of better words. Out of habit, I snuggled up against him. Then, I realized he might still be miffed from me shutting him down, but he surprisingly didn't act like it. I traced his tattoo absently, always intrigued by the intricate colors and patterns on his shoulder. Doug turned to me again, kissing my forehead.
"So, your memory?" he whispered.
"Oh… yeah, nothing's really come back yet." I sighed. He kissed my neck and I rolled my eyes, gently pushing him off. "Come on, Doug." My voice sounded more irritated than I felt, I grimaced when I realized how sharp I sounded. Doug looked at me, his eyebrows raised. He bit his lip, and stood up.
"Sleeping on the couch tonight before I get myself into even more trouble." He pulled on his t shirt from earlier and left the room. I sat up, sighing. Why was I even here if I made him so unhappy? It wasn't like I asked for this. Doug deserved a girl that could honestly remember the moment they met, not have to be told about their first date. He didn't need me messing up his life.
"Screw it," I groaned. Getting up from the bed, I went to the closet. I grabbed shoes, a sweater, pants, and other clothes. Pulling on a jacket, I slung the purse on my shoulder. I smoothed out the sheets of our bed and left the room. Looking around the dark living room, I saw Dougie sprawled out on the couch, asleep. I kissed his cheek before going into the kitchen. Pulling out the drawer, I rummaged for a paper and pen. Quickly, I scribbled out a note to my fiance. Leaving my ring on the counter, I left the kitchen. Shutting the door behind me, I exited the house. Pulling out my cell phone, I called a taxi. It was cold, cold enough that I could see my breath. Rubbing my arms, I waited until I saw the headlights of a familiar yellow taxi. Slipping in the back, I looked back at the dark house.
It was best that I did leave. Dougie could start over with a girl, one that had all of her memory.