"Y-your gang?" He stuttered, raising his eyebrows in surprise.
"That's what I said." I unlocked my car, carefully placing my kitten in the front seat. "Back seat for you." I pointed to the back for Conrad. He huffed, opening the door and scrambling in.
"You mean I could join your gang?" His jaw hung low, causing me to smirk. His surprise made me feel even more secure with him. He knew how powerful I was, he would never go against me, as he just witnessed what happens when you do.
I grabbed a pen from my pocket, roughly grabbing his wrist in my hand. I wrote the address of our meeting building in the palm of his hand in messy writing. "If you want a spot, come meet the gang here tomorrow."
"Th-thank you!' He shook my hand (even though I never offered it) before running off into his car. I shook my head and laughed a bit as I stepped into my car. Brooke was huddled against the seat, staring off into the distance. She was probably so traumatized, so much has happened to her in one day.
"Kitten, are you okay?" I cooed, leaning over to her and placing a hand on her thigh. She frowned, flinching away. She opened her mouth to speak, but shut it again. Brooke turned her head forward, still frowning.
Well, that was slightly odd, but I decided to keep quiet.
"Where do you live Conrad?" I asked quietly, breaking the eery silence.
"MapleLodge road, it's fairly close to the bar we were at." He explained, and I nodded.
Exiting the parking lot, I purposely scratched Paul's ugly ass car, causing a prominent white scratch to appear on the left side. My car would be fixed another day, but I doubt Paul can afford a fifteen thousand dollar paint job.
"Wh-where are we going?" Brooke whimpered, hugging her knees into her chest. Why was she scared? I know she's mad at me, but doesn't she know she's safe with me now.
"We're going home, baby." I leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek, but she instantly flinched back.
"Wh-who are you?" She cried desperately, "I don't live with you."
At that moment, it felt like my whole world had stopped. My stomach was churning, and I felt like I was going to throw up.
I should've fucking known. Stressful trauma can cause amnesia, and obviously Brooke couldn't handle everything she's been put through today.
My heart felt like it was in the pit of my stomach, and I saw Conrad's eyes fill with pity.
"It-it's Justin, your boyfriend." I whispered, my breathing becoming heavy.
"I don't have a boyfriend." She shook her head, more tears filling her precious eyes.
"Y-yes you do, you love me Brooke I swear you do!" I screamed at her, probably scaring the shit out of the poor girl, I couldn't help it, she can't forget me, she just can't.
"I don't know who you are!" She cried, burying her face in her hands. I swerved the car to the side of the road, putting it into park.
I undid her seat belt and quickly brought her into my lap before she could protest. She kept crying, trying to get out of my grip.
"We're going to take you to the hospital, okay baby? You're going to remember me and everything will be okay." I said, but I was really trying to convince myself, not Brooke.
What if she can't remember me and we'll go right back to where we started? Her hating me, and me desperately trying to get her to love me. I can't go back to that, I can't be put in that much fucking pain again.