Back with another update, guys! Sorry for the long delay, too busy hibernating ;P
Shane's POV
I honestly felt bad for Caitlyn. And Nate. They were about to start their lives together, now this? I placed the letter beside Nate as he slept and slipped out of his hotel room before making my way to mine.
"I know it was wrong to tell the kid that his wife is dead... No, she just has amnesia... But this could help! She can start her life anew and Nate can focus on the band, completely. And of course his solo career." I heard. I turned and saw Mitchell on the phone, looking away from me.
Caitlyn's not dead? She has amnesia?
"Caitlyn will disappear. No-one will know who she is. From Michelle's point of view, this is irreversible, the girl's completely nothing now without her memory."
Fuck Mitchell. I opened my door and shut it quietly before ringing up Mitchie.
"Hello?"
"Mitchie, it's Shane." I said.
"Shane? What the heck, it's like 2 AM in the morning!"
"Not here, Mitch." I joked.
I heard her soft chuckles. "Why couldn't we be like this when we were dating?" she whispered.
"I don't know. But that's not why I'm calling you. Is Caitlyn alive?"
"What used to be her..." Mitchie whispered, her voice cracking. "She has amnesia. She thinks she's fourteen and she doesn't remember me. It hurts." she cried.
"Hey... Mitchie..." I cooed. "So, she's okay?" I asked just to be sure.
"I guess. She finds it hard to believe anything. She thinks she's not married to Nate. Oh, poor Nate! Is he okay?"
"He thinks his wife is dead." I said.
"What, why?!"
"Because Mitchell said so." I gritted out, rubbing my face.
"Always hated that bastard. I found it suspicious that I had to call him to get to you guys. It was never a problem in the past." Mitchie mumbled.
"I'm so firing him after I've told Nate the good-ish news." I sighed.
"Take it easy on him, okay? You guys are coming back home today?"
"Yeah... How bad is it?"
"Pretty bad. Everything is so fake to her right now. She thinks she's too ugly to be a superstar and she is a superstar!"
"Say one word to her."
"Okay... What is it?"
"The twenty-third." I whispered.
"What does it mean?" Mitchie whispered back.
"The day she and Nate had their first kiss." I smiled gently.
"Awh." Mitchie cooed. "Look, gotta have my beauty sleep because after I have this meeting with the big boss man, I'm visiting Cait."
"Okay, love you." I said.
My eyes widened as I heard a sharp intake of breath.
"Like you." I heard before the dial tone.
I hit myself on the head as I threw my phone onto my bed. Fuck, why did I say that?!
It was four hours later when I felt myself awaken. I got ready for the day and knocked on Nate's door.
He opened it and wheeled his suitcase out.
"Hey, I got good news." I tried.
He slipped his sunglasses on to disguise the fact that he had been crying. "What could be good news after I find out that the love of my life is dead?"
"The fact that the love of your life is in fact, alive." I replied, grinning.
Nate stayed sober until his face contorted into confusion. "Wait, what?"
"Mitchell lied, thinking that you will throw yourself into your work." I whispered, dragging him into his room.
"That-that-"
"Fucking bastard? Yeah, Mitchie helped you there." I nodded.
"I can't believe it! So, she's okay?"
"Yeah, she just has amnesia..." I said, gently. "She doesn't remember marrying you or the past eleven years of her life." I said.
Nate's eyes widened as he took of the shades. "Twenty-third?" he whispered.
"We're hoping." I replied.
"We need to get back home, now."
...
Caitlyn's POV
The girl with the blue hair from a couple of days ago sat beside me as she held a box.
"Hi, Michaela." I smiled, warily.
"It's Michelle, but you call me Mitchie." I could see how much this was hurting her as pain flashed across her pristine features.
"Sorry." I mumbled.
"Never mind." she sighed, opening the box. "Here's some memories that you left in my house." She handed me the purple and black box and I fingered a necklace.
"Who's this from?" I asked, taking it out.
"Oh, Nate." she replied. "Got it for your fifth anniversary and that one around your neck, your wedding day."
"I'm not married, Mitchie." I said.
"Your ring says otherwise." she sighed. I took the ring off and threw it away.
"Now, I'm not." I said.
Mitchie stood up abruptly, shock written on her features. "You're being impossible! You're married and you're married to Nate who is pretty bad because you're like this. You know what... Twenty-third!"
"Twenty-third?" I mumbled. "What does that mean?" I tried to remember but everything was a blank.
"Breathe, Caitlyn!" Mitchie snapped, making me jump. I immediately breathed in and out, my head hurting as I did.
I pressed my fingers to my head and gasped in pain.
"Caitlyn? Breathe..." Mitchie said, rubbing my back gently. Another jolt through my head.
"Get the doctor." I whispered.
The doctor explained that it was usual for a patient to feel like this. Maybe an item or a word brought back memories which caused the intense pain in the head.
"Breathe." I whispered.
"What?"
"Breathe was the code Nate and I used when we felt alone. When we were apart, we would use the code to tell the other exactly what we were feeling. Sad, alone, depressed... It was all in that one word because no matter what, we would come home to each other..." I explained gently. "Twenty-third... It's our first kiss, isn't it?" I asked Mitchie.
"Yeah." she whispered.
"Twenty-third of July. I was fourteen and he was fifteen." I smiled softly.
I saw Mitchie pick up my ring and place it on my bedside table. "Maybe you'll remember the twentieth." she said heavily before leaving.
Twentieth?
There was a knock on the door and I saw Nate enter with his brothers.
"Hi, guys."
"Hey, how you feeling?" Jason asked, giving me a hug.
"I'll give you guys some privacy." My doctor said before leaving.
"I'm okay, I guess..." I trailed off when I saw Nate's eyes reach my ring finger and the table. "Urm... Everyone says that I am this hotshot superstar or something." I chuckled. "Me? I couldn't even sing for my life!"
"Want evidence?" Shane asked, bringing out his phone.
He showed me a video of me on tour, dancing and singing. Then he showed me some photo shoot pictures.
"That's me?" I asked shocked, looking at my flawless figure and golden blonde hair.
"Yeah, as beautiful as you were when you were four." Nate said, hoarsely. "Excuse me."
I watched him leave as I sighed and looked at the ring. "Tell him I remember the twenty-third but beg him not to rush me. This may be permanent and I am not the girl I used to be." I said.
"Okay." Jason nodded, sighing.
...
When I was released from hospital, I said something which surprised everyone.
"I want to go home. My, uh, marital home."
So, that was how I found myself staring at a glossed black front door with the fancy doorbell and everything.
"It's, uh, wow." I said to Nate.
He smiled lightly and opened the door, placing my suitcase in. I walked in after him as was met with 'WELCOME HOME' and an audience of family and friends.
"Nice to see you!" "How you doing?" "Don't ever scare us like that again!" was thrown all over.
I smiled lightly and nodded at everyone. Nate led me upstairs after giving everyone an excuse and showed me to our bedroom.
"I'll sleep in the guestroom just down the hall. Bathroom's to the left, wardrobe to the right. Everything you own is literally everywhere." he joked as he gestured to the clothes strewn across the floor. I chuckled.
"I'm pretty violent and messy, no?" I asked him, sitting on the king sized bed.
"Messy, yes. Violent, yes." he chuckled, sitting beside me. "Any questions?"
I looked down at the necklace around my neck. "This." I said, taking it off. "What does it mean?"
"Christopher was the prophet of travelling or something. I always wear it on tour or I give it to you. I gave it to you, officially, on our wedding day." he mumbled, standing up. "Better go entertain the guests. I'll give them an excuse for your lack of presence, if you like?"
"Yes, please. It's just... overwhelming." I said, looking away from him.
"Okay."
He left me to my thoughts as I closed my eyes.
"No. It's me, Nate."
"You weren't here when I woke up. You promised."
"Yeah, I had to sort out Jojo. And Ruby came to stay. Remember you were meant to look after her?"
"Sorry about that."
"Nah..."
Everything is hazy after that. Who's Jojo? A little Chihuahua ran and jumped onto my lap and I read the name tag. Jojo. Oh, so you're the infamous Jojo?
"Hi..." I mumbled, stroking his fur. He whined and licked my face. "Momma's home." I whispered.
Where the hell did I get 'Momma's' and 'home' from?
Jojo barked and Nate came back into the room, chuckling at us. "He missed you."
"I can tell." I smiled, petting the dog.
"You wanted us to get a dog. He's the first one who caught your eye. Poor thing was hurt and abandoned by the road and we fixed him up. Loved us ever since." Nate explained, sitting beside me and kissing the dog behind his ears. "Who's a good boy?"
Jojo barked and licked his face.
"This is so cute!" We heard.
I looked up and saw a girl with blue and green hair. Both bright colours. "Uh... Who's that?" I asked Nate.
"Oh, that's Ruby." Nate said, patting the spot beside him. Ruby sat beside him and smiled at me. "She's my little cousin. Uncle Brown's daughter."
"Oh." I mumbled.
"Sorry for just coming in, unannounced like that." she apologised, blushing.
"It's okay." I whispered, looking down. "I need the bathroom."
I placed Jojo into Nate's arms and stood up, going into the en-suite. I leaned against the door and let my tears slip down my cheeks.