A Summer's Secret

☼Chapter 20

“Interesting,” I tried to reply in a bored tone as I swallowed a meatball, “you know what, you are such a nerd that must be why I-“ I stopped midsentence, realizing what I was about to say. ‘That must be why I’ve fallen for you before,’ I shivered at the thought.

“That must be why you what?” Aiden replied, more interested on my almost slip than his book now.

I gathered my strength before I looked up to him with a smirk, “that must be why I’ve always thought of you as a nuance.”

He clutched his shirt, where his heart was supposed to be and faked hurt, “ouch Asia, I thought we were good now ever since we’ve ki-”

I stood up from my seat unceremoniously, causing the chair to screech, making that annoying sound as it got dragged backwards when I stood, causing the whole cafeteria to glance at our direction as I leaned towards Aiden and covered my hand on his ever talkative mouth.

"I told you, it wasn't a kiss," I said through gritted teeth.

Aiden gently pulled my hand away from his mouth and smiled. "Okay if that's what makes you happy."

“I hate you, like so so much,” I whispered to him, still leaning awkwardly with his hand still holding mine.

Aiden gave me a mischievous wink as he pulled my wrist. "But you know I feel otherwise,” he said with a smile.

I took my seat and resumed eating my meatballs while Aiden went back to reading his book. I continued to study him, with his nose burrowed in that unfinished novel.

I knew he was aware of me looking at him. He didn’t call me on that though and I was glad because this time I was paying more attention to my thoughts.

Aiden Theodore Walker will forever be a mystery, unless I get those memories back.  I inhaled deeply, hoping that I would remember, not just for him but for me as well.

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                I decided to make a trip to my doctor, the one who took care of my medications and such during the accident. My brother was so kind enough to accompany me to the doctor; he even skipped practice just so he could come with me.

"Asia, I'll come with you," he said.

"How supportive of you," I replied.

"It's the least I could do, after everything."

His last reply sounded off. After everything? Did he mean after everything that happened to our family? Because yeah after everything that happened, I just want a trusted loved one to be by my side right now. I'm glad he's coming.

And also I wanted to ask him about the memory box.

“Where’d you find that interesting little box?” I asked him as we made a quick halt at the sight of the red traffic light.

Claude looked at me with mischief etched on his pretty face, “did Emerald tell you I dug it out of our yard?”

“I knew it was a lie.”

Claude laughed at this as he patted my back in comfort, “there there twin sister, the origin of that ever humiliatingly lovey-dovey box will forever remain a secret.”

I punched his arm just as the ‘go’ sign went on, “tell me Claude Augustus, or so help me you’ll be having amnesia even before we’ve reached the doctor.”

“Alright already,” Claude said raising both his hands in surrender, “it’s been sitting in Ems room for a long time now and then she really got guilty about hiding it from you so she gave it to me.”

“What did you do with the box?”

“Of course I didn’t take it, jesus imagine if someone saw that box in my possession,” Claude cringed as he said it, “I told Emerald to give it to you and then she freaked out, so I told her to tell you that I dug it from our yard. I assured her that you won’t get mad at her for that though.”

I shook my head, of course my crazy twin brother would want the box to have that more interesting feel, “nope, I’m not mad at her, I’m not mad at you too,” Claude’s expression lightened up at my words.

“Although I wished you really dug it out from our yard. That would be totally cool, me burying it like treasure and then you taking it out like some pro treasure hunter,” I added just to make my brother smile.

“I know right,” he replied as he nodded his head, probably imagining the scene in his head.

“It’s okay, when somebody asks I’m gonna tell them that my brother dug it out from our yard,” I said to him with a wink.

“That’s why you’re my favorite twin sister.”

“Claude,” I said with a chuckle, “it’s not like you have any other options.”

                     My neurologist Doctor Cynthia Martin was thankfully free that afternoon, sitting in her office with a mug of coffee at her shoulder. She smiled when she saw me and welcomed me inside. It’s been a long time since I’ve been here, and the last time I’ve been here? I was told that I remembered everything. Apparently my super influential lawyer father made my doctor lie to me as well.

“Ms. Asia Cassidy, it’s nice to see you. To what do I owe you this visit?” She said in that perfectly practiced doctor voice, but still I’ve got a feeling that she’s nervous because she knows that I know that I’ve been lied to.

“Hey doctor,” I said as I politely took the seat in front of her, “I just want to talk about my erm, amnesia.”

Doctor Martin took of her eyeglasses and placed it beside her coffee mug, “I assume you remembered something from the past?”

I shook my head, “no doctor. I was told that I remembered everything and then I discovered just recently that there is something I wasn’t able to recall.”

I could see that the doctor was thinking, she lied to a patient, her career could be at stake. I knew dealing with people like my father was hard so I really couldn't blame her. All I'm wishing for is that she would feel guilty enough to concede into helping me. And besides I wouldn't ask her for a free operation, I just want her to answer a few questions.

Doctor Martin took a sip from her coffee before answering me, “ahh, your father was persistent. He even tried blackmail. I’m sure you understand?”

I sighed, disappointed at my father once again, “sure, but I need your help, it’s the least you could do for taking part in this lie.”

Doctor Martin made a short high-pitched laugh, “another blackmail?”

“Only if you see it that way,” I answered. I knew this was a long shot but I was desperate enough to go seek a doctor. I made a wish that hopefully Doctor Martin would take pity on me and help me.

“Alright, what do I have to do?” She answered and then hope sparks within me.

“First, I really want to know about my amnesia and if there is still a chance that I could remember the memories I have so unfortunately forgotten.”