Not Easily Forgotten

~Chapter 5 Hello World~

“Maybe I don’t want to show that I’m getting along with you.”  Monroe said then jogged over to the couch and jumped onto it and put his arms behind his head while crossing his ankles at the bottom.

“I don’t have time for this; it’ one fifty-five now.” I whip the closest pillow at him and head to my bedroom to get ready and heard his deep chuckle from the living room.      

 

Two flights of stairs.  I can do this.  I have my purse that crosses over my chest so I don’t have to hold on to that, but I do have the crutches.

I could sit on the top of the stairs and go one by one which would take forever.  I could also slide down the railing, but most likely find myself not being able to stop and end up in a predicament.  Either way I would not get to my destination right away.

Stubborn Monroe! Why couldn’t he just stop being pigheaded for once?

“Need help, Cripple?”  I heard Monroe’s voice behind me and as I turned around he grabbed my waist and threw me over his shoulder.

“You said-“  before I could continue he started down the stairs.

“Don’t make me throw you down the stairs instead.” He said and I grumbled quietly to myself.         

Once down he put me on my feet and handed me my crutches.

“Aw, you’re so sweet.”  I teased him.  “You’re not as bad as you want me to think.”

“Shut up and be grateful.”  He shoved his hands in his pocket then added something incomprehensible, “Doyouwantmetogowithyou?”

“What?” I asked.

“Uh… Do you want me to go with you?”  He’s finally been broken down into nice Monroe.

I stared at him surprised.  “I know you don’t want to, but for you to ask is enough so thank you.”

“Call me when you get back with your cell.” He said quickly then jogged up the stairs; his presence I already missed.

“What?” Did I really just say I missed that intolerant boy?  I must have hit my head worse than I thought.

I call a cab and get in thinking of the club the Red Stallion.  Monroe said I had been there a lot before.  It’s like a bad dream that I can’t remember but I know happened.

My cell phone was brand new because I lost my cell phone so it’s not like I could have checked all the numbers for Walt or any of them for that matter. 

I paid the cab driver and walked into the hospital.

The clouds are encountering the sun turning the day even gloomier than expected. 

I’m sitting in the park at 5:30 and was reviewing what the doctor said.

“I’m sorry, but it doesn’t look too promising.  There is still a chance you will get your memory back.  Your leg is doing far better than your memory though. Maybe we can take it off in four weeks instead.”

“Is there anything I can do to help recover my memory any faster?”

“I’m going to be blunt here.  When you had your accident the part of your brain that you hit was the cerebrum which holds a lot of your many activities for example your memory and it was severely damaged.  You have retrograde amnesia which can go back years like it did.  You could take therapy, is that an option you would like to consider?”

“No thank you.  I rather not spend tons of money on that stuff, but thanks anyway.”  The idea of others finding out private parts of my memory creep me out truthfully, but I didn’t say that.

The park bench I was sitting at creaked with amusement at me shifting my body so my back leaned up against the back of the bench and I tilted my head back getting the last bits of sun.

My memory is in shambles thanks to someone I can’t even remember.  That person would pay for causing me such distress on my life now.  Why couldn’t I just be one of those miracle cases where I get the memory back and live happily ever after?

I could see the street from the bench and saw a limo pull up at a glass building when a blonde head of hair appeared from the limo.  He had shades on, but I felt as if I knew those curls anywhere, but I couldn’t place him.  He turns towards the girls on the right and gives them a charming smile that melted the girl’s insides.

“Walt Russell, will you please sign my book for me?”  One of the girls yelled.  I didn’t hear his response, but his mouth moved and he sauntered over to them pen in hand.

“Walt Russell?”  I asked myself and my mind goes back to this morning and seeing his face on the computer screen.  I had to go get some answers out of him to see if he knew what I was doing at that club that night.

I picked up my crutches and started towards the road, hoping he wouldn’t leave to go into the building before I got there.  I felt really slow, like tortoise slow making my way over to him.  I crossed the street and was about half way to him when finally his gaze locked with mine.  He was still wearing the sunglasses and I couldn’t see his expression, but I knew he had seen me because he said goodbye quickly to the girls and went into the building.

Huh?  That was odd.  Maybe he was just late or something.  I continued that way anyway just to see what building he went in when I see it’s a music studio.

I must have had a thing for guys with a talented voice.

Oh my gosh!  This chapter took forever and I’m sorry I didn’t update sooner, but to make it up its super long.  At least it’s really long in my Microsoft word with a total of 10 pages and 3,093 words.  Going to update soon, so don’t give up on my story yet! It’s just getting good!  Please get the word out and if any of you guys would like to create an awesome cover then have at it.  I’m looking for anything creative!  Comment even if it’s just a “good” or something small or if you have any advice! Thanks and remember to vote!  ;)