I AM SO SORRY THAT IT HAS BEEN AN ETERNITY SINCE I'VE POSTED! I have good news and I have bad news. Good news? I have my computer over the summer, so I can write this summer as opposed to last. Bad news? I'm basically packed the entire summer so I'm not going to be able to use it much. But I promise that I will write whenever I can. For you guys, my loyal readers :) I love this chapter. SO MUCH DRAMMMMAAAAAAAA ok I'll let you start reading now. As always, ENJOY!
-8tickles
(Thomas's POV)
Something very weird is going on in my head. One minute, I'm looking at my girlfriend Serena, and she's beautiful and tall and toned and I have that warm, fizzy feeling inside, the next, a memory pops up, and suddenly being with Serena seems very, very wrong. Then, the girl walked in and screamed happily and grabbed onto my chest, nuzzling into me like she'd done it a thousand times before, and something in my head sent up flare signals that this was my girl, not Serena. But in the blink of an eye, the feeling, along with the other girl, were gone. I hadn't even caught her name.
I guess I must've been staring into space or something, because Serena came up behind me, stroked my shoulders, and giggled when I jumped.
"Please stop thinking about your cousin who came to visit babe, it's just us now." She purred. I sighed.
"I know, I just get the feeling that she wasn't my cousin. She was more than that." She laughed, a deep throaty, sexy noise that rolled off her tongue.
"Please are you kidding? She looks just like you. The nose, the eyes, the face shape. She must be really close family." I raised an eyebrow at her.
"You think that I look like a short, thin, majestic, blue-eyed, blonde haired, graceful teenage girl? Hell no!" I tickled her belly and she laughed again. For that moment, everything felt all right. Just as soon as it had been alright again, another memory surfaced. This had been happening to me for weeks now, where doing a certain action will trigger a buried memory and bring it to the surface. This one made me stop in my tracks.
I lay in a bed…my bed, cozy and safe. But I wasn't alone. A mop of long, soft blonde hair that smelled like pomegranate was tucked up under my chin. I breathed in time with the girl lying in bed with me. She was in the process of sitting up slowly as to not wake me. The girl in bed with me was definitely NOT Serena. My eyes focused on her face, and what I saw left me breathless.
It was the girl who Serena had told me was my cousin! If she really WAS my cousin, she certainly wouldn't have been in bed with me. My head hurt. This was all so confusing. Serena's forceful hands pulling my t-shirt off over my head brought me back from the memory and into the present. I had been sitting on the edge of the bed and she pushed my shoulders down and crawled on top of me.
"Well someone's thirsty…" I muttered just before she started ravenously kissing me. Her lips pressed to mine again and again as she basically tried to eat my face off. My cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. What if one of the doctors walked in during our heated make-out? Now THAT would just be awkward. As I was kissing Serena, I lost focus when another memory nudged at my conscience.
I was on a bus, and I was lip-locked with the same beautiful blonde girl who'd been in bed with me in my first memory. But this was much better than Serena right now. Much better. This time, instead of feeling the need to push her off of me and slow things down, I was the one leaning in for more. Her lips moved slowly over mine, purposely dragging out every second to make me want more. And it worked. I wanted more kissing, more of her body, more everything. I was so turned on, but the funny thing was, her fingers barely touched my skin at all. Her fingertips caressed my right cheek, but that was it. Nothing inappropriate. Oh god. My feelings for this girl, they were vibrant, uncontrollable, wild, love in its purest form.
I was starting to think that Serena was the one lying here and that the blonde was my girlfriend. But I didn't even know her name…did I not know it, or did I just not remember it? Why couldn't I remember? And what had she meant when she said that I wasn't in a car crash, that I'd been hit in the head by some kid named Jase? I refocused in just as Serena finished some long rant.
"…and that's why I think we're just perfect together. Don't you agree, Thomas?"
"Uhh…no not really." I said.
"Are you ok, baby?" She cooed.
"Yea…I'm just feeling kinda queasy. I'm gonna go outside and get some fresh air."
"I'll come with you!" She grabbed her coat from the chair where it lay and started pulling on one sleeve.
"No! I mean…no it's ok. I don't want to throw up on you or anything. I think I ate something funny for lunch."
She pursed her lips. "Fine. But if you're not back in 10 minutes, I'm coming to find you."
I let out a sigh of relief and grabbed my cell phone and jacket. As I started to move, I felt light-headed, but there was no way I was staying in this room with crazy, possessive, Serena. Other than the fact that she was pretty, I don't think I would have picked a girl like her to be my girlfriend. Too clingy, too possessive, too fake, too…just too…not my type.
As I closed the door shut behind me, I glanced both directions to make sure that there were no doctors coming. I was in the clear. I took off down the hall at a fast walk, trying to put as much distance between me and that room as possible without anyone taking notice of me. I paused before reaching the nurses desk and peered cautiously around the corner. Empty. I hastened my speed and walked on.
I tugged subconsciously at the patient band around my wrist, then remembered that I was still technically submitted to the hospital. The band gave me away way too easily. I pulled at it harder now, eager to get it off. But unfortunately, it was made of tough plastic, the kind that wasn't coming off without scissors. An idea struck me.
Back at the nurses desk, a mug on the counter had held simple office-type objects. I know I'd seen pens, pencils, mini-staplers, rubber bands, and a fluorescent ruler, but had there been scissors there? I decided to bet on it. I doubled back to the nurses station, making sure to keep track of every turn I took in my head. When I reached the nurses desk, my split-second decision paid off. There in the same container as everything else I'd seen were a pair of red-handled scissors. I could barely contain my glee at such luck.
I snatched the scissors out of the jar and quickly cut the restraining plastic band off of my wrist. After I cut the band off, I rubbed at the angry red marks around my wrist from trying to pull the band off earlier. It felt good to get rid of it. I held onto the scissors, feeling like I might need them later. Turning around once again, I started on my path through the hospital halls.
As I walked, I took a glance at the clock on a wall. Shoot. Almost one o'clock. The nurses were going to be back from lunch break any second now. I sped up just a tiny bit, hoping to make it out the front doors unnoticed.
For once today, luck was on my side. I made it outside without running into a single person. It was eerie, really. There was no one around. I guess lunch does that type of thing to people. The mystery girl's voice replayed in my head. "I'm in your phone already" She'd said. I wondered if I would recognize her name when I saw it.
If it would ring any sort of bell in my head. Only one way to find out. I plopped down on an old wooden bench, pulled out my phone, and began scrolling through my contacts. Finding her name was easy enough considering that I only had five contacts. My mom, Ricky, Jack, Serena, …and someone named Isabel.
At the sight of her name, my breathing became hitched and the bells started ringing in my head. This was her, for sure. I eagerly clicked on her contact and pressed the "call" button. Pulling the phone close to my head, I waited.
1 ring.
2 rings.
3…4…5…6…7…voicemail.
"Hi you've reached Isabel, sorry I can't get to the phone right now, but I'll unquestionably call you back later. Please leave a message after the beep." BEEP! I hesitated. Should I leave a message, or just call back later? Something felt off, but I decided to leave a message, regardless.
"Hi Isabel. Um…I'm sort of starting to remember now, and everything's very confusing. I was hoping you could help me clear things up, and I know for sure that Serena isn't my real girlfriend, you…you are." My voice cracked. "I just want to get out of here, and I just really need you. There's no way I'm going back in that room with Serena again. Now frikin' way. And you're one of the only ones wh-" BEEP. The machine cut me short. Frustration bubbled up in me.
"ARGH!" I chucked my useless slide phone at the ground as hard as I could. Unfortunately it didn't break. I wasn't sure of anything at all, anymore. The girl who I thought was my girlfriend isn't, the girl who I thought was my cousin is really my girlfriend, Isabel isn't picking up and I have a sick feeling that something's wrong. Just then, my lift got ten times more confusing when the sliding hospital doors smoothly glided open.
Standing before me was my brother, Jack. He came out the front doors, and immediately looked to the left where I stood. His eyes landed on me, and slowly in a villainous way, his joker-like smile crept up his lips as he leaned against a wall. "Sup little bro? How ya feeling? Boy have I got news for you!"
DAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Jack freaks me out :) see y'all next chapter
