Elle’s P.O.V
“Elle, are you okay in there?” I heard Bryson ask from the other side of the door.
I snapped out of my thoughts and swallowed harshly before parting my lips, “Y-yeah, I am fine.”
The door to the bathroom opened, slowly, and I saw Bryson's standing figure in the doorway. He looked down at me and in a millisecond's time I saw anger flash in his eyes. “Are you having a headache again?! Shit! We need to take you back to the hospital! This is-”
“No! Bryson! I am fine!” I shouted at him in aggravation that he was acting so worried and clingy, in a sense. “Damn can’t you crawl out of my ass and leave me alone?!” I yelled as I stood up.
Bryson looked at me with shock.
“Wipe that expression off your face, makes you look constipated, BryBry,” I spat out without even considering my words until it was too late to recant them.
It took him a minute but Bryson soon took the shocked expression from his face and controlled his visible emotions. “Niko will be here in an hour.”
“Where are you going?" I asked in sudden curiosity. He said he wasn’t going to go until tomorrow.
“Now look who has crawled up whose ass,” Bryson venomously replied. “As for where I am going, that doesn’t concern you.” With that said Bryson stormed out of the bathroom.
I balled up my fist and let out a loud scream of frustration. Those words I spoke to him, in the beginning, were not intended to spill out of my mouth. Hell, I have no idea why I said them-
Those words are words that the real eighteen-year-old Elle would have said to him, the voice in my head told me.
I couldn’t help but look at myself in the bathroom mirror. “I’m going insane. There is a voice in my head and because of it I am saying crazy, cold-hearted, things to the guy I like ... This is not me,” I stated to myself.
But, it is you. In time you will see.
I whacked myself upside my head with my right hand, “Shut up!” I yelled. “Go away!”
You can’t make me, the voice taunted.
“Please, go away;" I pleaded in a state of distress.
I won't go away, not until you remember! I've been on the sidelines for far too long and watched him play you. Soon you are going to remember and it will all be overwhelming. However, if you start to accept his lies now, it won't be so hard on you.
I lifted my left hand to the side on my head. Grabbing a fist full of my hair I tugged on a gob of my strands. "Stop! Stop talking!"
Releasing my hair I started to cry. The voice in my head was making me seem crazy and I didn't like it. It was trying to flip the reality I live in-
No, I am only trying to show you the truth.
"The truth is: I want you to go away!"
We both know that won't happen.
Within a second's time I knew exactly what I needed to do. Racing out of the bathroom, I dashed out of my bedroom and into the hall. It didn't take me long to reach the living room.
"Where are you going?" Bryson asked from the couch as he continued to play on his phone and not even look up at me.
"Where I am going, doesn't concern you," I spit out as I twisted the same words he said to me in the bathroom not but a few moments ago.
I reached the front door and secretly grabbed his car keys from the bowl that was on a table by the front door. Racing out of the house I ran to his car. With a click of his key fob, I unlocked the car and slid in the driver's side.
Sitting in the driver's seat, I put the key in the ignition hole. Cranking it, I heard the wonderful sounding purr of his car.
By the time I was reversing the car, Bryson was bolting out of his apartment like a mad-man. I ignored him, however, and took off down the road.
I knew where I was and where I was going. Yet, I didn’t like my idea of how to get rid of this voice in my head.
You can’t get rid of me Elle. I am a part of you.
I chose not to reply to the voice as I continued to drive. Sighing, I was glad that I was finally able to remember how to drive. Now, all I need to do is find my car and I will be all set. That is unless my father stayed true to his words and I don’t have a car because, one thing I knew for certain was that, I totally did everything my father told me not to do in my last memory.
Nibbling on my lip, I started to drift off in thought.
Elle, will you please just listen and understand me?!
"You have nothing to say that I want to listen to or understand."
Will you please stop lying to yourself?! Everything I am trying to tell you, you yourself know is true! You are just too stubborn to realize that your gut feeling, that Bryson is lying to you and that you don’t love him but in fact hate him, is all the truth!
I felt my heart drop at the words coming from the voice in my head.
That feeling you just had, is you realizing I am right. You’ve known it all along. You have had suspicions this whole time about him. Yet, you keep pushing them down because you started to, somehow, like this jerk. Trust me, when you get your memory back you will be repulsed at yourself for ever looking twice at him with admiring eyes.
I found myself pulling over the car on an unknown side street, abandoning my plans to go to the hospital and begging Dr. Rose for some pills to make the voice go away.
Sinking in the leather seat, I wondered what I was going to do next ... do I listen to the voice?
Yes.
Or do I continue on my not-so merry way to the hospital.
Elle, you have to believe me.
How can I?
You just have too! All I am doing is saving you from having to experience the pain of realizing the guy you have grown to like is actually nothing but a liar.
I don’t want to be spared the heartache; if there is any to come ... I just want to know! I want to know what is real and what is not! I want to know where my father and I truly stand! I want to know what my relationship is with my brother now! Do we argue? Do we talk? Is Peter still with that bitch, Misty? What happened after I had sex with Ian? And what the Hell is going on with Bryson and me?!
So, you want the memories? No pre-cushion to soften the blow?
No, I want to know...
As you wish, Stubborn-Ass.
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NIGHT BEFORE GRADUATION:
Elle’s P.O.V
“You know that you can’t eat your broken heart away,” I spoke as I sat down next to Peter on the couch.
Clutching his ice cream to his chest, even more, he shoved out a heaping spoonful of ‘Chunky Monkey’ ice cream. Once the ice cream was in his mouth, he spoke with a mouthful, “No, but it can dull the pain.”
With my right hand I rubbed Peter’s back. “Misty was a crazy bitch, just remember that.” I stated with slight humor, but my voice tone mostly stayed on the serious side because I was, after all, being truthful.
“She was crazy but I loved her ... However, I flipped when she tried getting me to wear a tracking bracelet. The girl was seriously becoming paranoid that I was going to cheat on her. She even threw out some threats at me and showed me her true colors as I started to pack my bags... I cannot believe I was thinking about marrying her. I mean, I love her, Elle ... but she really has been suffocating me.”
I nodded my head as I fully understood what he meant. Misty over the past year has just expanded in her insaneness. She has been taking everything a little too far.
Just last month, Peter confessed to me that, Misty skipped her birth control pills and tried to get pregnant just to tie him down. Of course, Peter being the loving guy he is told her he was not ready for kids and attempted to get over the speed bump she threw at him.
Stunts like that have just been adding up and Peter, every time, tried to work it out with her and show her that he is not going to leave or cheat on her. Yet, she just didn’t know when to stop.
Last week was the last straw for Peter. He woke up in the middle of the night and found her trying to place an unbreakable tracking bracelet on his arm that she could only unlock.
It is easy to say he got up from bed, packed his shit and went to stay at his buddy, Michelson’s, house.
“I know you love her ... you guys have been dating for a long time ... but she ... she just wasn’t right for you. She was a noodle shy of an Italian dinner.”
Peter chuckled and looked at me, “What bluntness you have.”
I shrugged my shoulders, “I am honest, and you know that.”
Peter nodded, “That I do ... So, tomorrow is your big day! You get to graduate!”
I looked down at my lap, “I am not all that thrilled. I realize now that this means I will not be able to walk through the halls again to class or see some of the lower classmen friends I have made-”
“You can always visit,” Peter added.
“Yeah, but it will not be the same. I just ... I don’t know...”
“Well, I get where you are coming from, cause I was in your position not but a year or two ago ... So ... Haley-way, huh?”
“Yep” I said as I popped the ‘p’.
“I would have loved to have seen Father’s face when you told him,” Peter stated with a smile.
I giggled in remembrance. “It was really funny! His face got all red and I could practically see steam coming out of his ears. He kept telling me to rethink my decision to go to Haley-Way instead of Vanderbilt. Yet, I just shrugged him off and said it was my life. That of course sent him off the edge.”
Peter chuckled, “You know ... I admire you and your audacity to stand up to him. Sometimes ... sometimes I close my eyes and imagine going off on him and telling him I want to do this or that-”
“Stop dreaming it, Peter. Do it.”
Peter released a sigh and placed the ice cream carton on the coffee table, “I wish it was that simple for me but the fact is: it is not. Father depends on me to take the family business.”
I rolled my eyes, “Whatever. You go work for him and be miserable.”
“Well, someone has to work in order to take care of you since you are adamant about spending the rest of your life alone, with no man to help support you.”
“I don’t need support from a man. I can take care of myself,” I spoke with anger laced in my voice. He was pushing the same topic my mother has been forcing down my throat, which is that I need to find a man - rich, as mom puts it - and get married so I can become a lazy bum and not do anything. However, they just didn’t get it, I loved being single. Yes, it had its down moments because everyone wants someone in their life besides their family, which loves them. Yet, that is where Kat and Randall come in, they love me and they are not my family...
Sitting there on the couch next to Peter I knew I would want, one day, more then what Kat and Randall or any other friend, for that matter, could offer. But, guys just weren’t my thing. Not saying that I like girls or swing of the other team but my point is that I have never been the guy magnet. No one has ever asked me out or showed the least bit of interest in me.
Probably that bastard, Bryson Wyatt’s fault. Every single year he spreads a rumor that over the summer I have contracted a new sexual disease. This year it was the mother of all sexual diseases: AIDS.
Balling up my fist, I wondered how I have not killed that boy. He took so much fun in making my life a living Hell. He was the one force in life and school I couldn’t seem to conquer.
“Listen, I am sorry for bringing that up,” Peter spoke as he placed his hand over my clenched fist. “I didn’t mean to make you mad. I was only joking,” He told me.
I snapped out of my thought and furrowed my eyebrows, “Huh?”
“I said, I was sorry from making you mad by bringing up the topic of your dating life.”
“Oh, Peter, I’m not mad at you,” I admitted. Without warning I reached over and embraced my brother in a hug.
It took him a second but soon he wrapped his warm arms around me, “I love you, Sis,” Peter spoke as he blew some of my hair strands with his breath.
I inhaled his cool mint scent and smiled, “I love you too, Bro.” I released him and he did the same. Looking into his brown eyes I couldn’t help but grin wider. “How did I get such an awesome Bro?”
He chuckled, “I was just made this way,” He told me as he brushed back some of his hair.
I giggled, “Goofy ... hey, speaking of you being goofy and immature-”
“Hey! I am not immature!”
I rolled my eyes, “Sure you aren’t ... but, anyways, I wanted to tell you that my school sent out a letter yesterday stating that they are forbidding parents and guests of the graduation from clapping and shouting out in the middle of the service.”
Peter looked at me funny, “You know being an awesome brother, like myself, comes with perks. Like, for instance, being able to tell when my sister is lying.”
I sighed at him, “Fine, fine. The truth is, I would really, really appreciate it if you didn’t clap, shout or do anything embarrassing when I walk across the stage.”
Peter gave me an evil smirk, “Come on, Sis, you really think I would do that?”
I groaned, “Yes, yes I do think you would do that. You are a very vocal man that loves to shout and do random things. I know you are not afraid to shout my name or something as I walk across the stage tomorrow. So, please, please, please don’t do anything when I walk across the stage! Please,” I begged.
Peter placed his right hand over his heart, “I will not do anything embarrassing.”
Holding in a roll of my eyes, I placed a kiss on Peter’s cheek, “I wish I could trust you.” With that said I leaped off the couch and attempted to proceed to my room but the sound of Peter’s voice asking me to put up his ice cream for him, stopped me in place. Looking over my shoulder at him, I finally allowed myself to roll my eyes. “Do it yourself, Lazy-ass.”
Peter glared at me but I just smiled and took off towards my room.
“Goodnight!” I shouted and then closed the door to my bedroom.
Slipping out of my skinny, red jeans I was wearing I kicked them over to the middle of my floor. I went over to my walk-in closet and got out my ultra soft pajama bottoms. Putting them on, I sighed in contentment but that didn’t last long as I noted that I was still in my bra. My shoulder shagged as I felt all energy leave my body. I really didn’t want to take off my bra, it was too much effort, however, the wire and band was so uncomfortable!
Without taking off my black AC/DC shirt, I took off my bra and tossed it on the floor next to my pants.
I was finally comfortable and ready to go to bed.
My legs dragged themselves over to the bed and I picked up my phone from the nightstand before collapsing on the bed.
I decided before I was going to charge my phone, I was going to check for messages and maybe surf the web.
When I first saw my phone, I noticed five missed messages.
Three where from Kat.
Kat:
Message #1946
Remember to tell your mom you are “sleeping over at my house” tomorrow after graduation.
I contemplated on getting up and telling my mother but I was not in the mood to hear her bitching, which she would. She’d argue and say that she wanted to do something with me after the graduation. While I saw her reasoning, I also knew the sleepover was key for a party which I really wanted to go to a party; I needed a distraction from my life.
Kat:
Message #1947
I2 more hours and we will have graduated! Call me!
I looked at the time she sent the message and I saw that it was from three hours ago. Shrugging my shoulder, I decided I did not really want to call her because sleep was beckoning me more and more with every passing second.
Kat:
Message #1948
Bee-itch! I told you to call me! You better be asleep and that is the reason you are not calling me! Gaaa, just be an hour early for graduation, okay? XD
Looking at my other messages I saw one was from Randall:
Randall:
Message #1895
Who is picking me up for graduation? You or Kat? Please, I beg of you, don’t let my mother take me!
I thought about replying and telling him that Kat was going to take him but I didn't know. Sighing, I figured Kat would call and tell me tomorrow morning if she wants me to get him or not.
I saw I had one more message:
Ian:
Message #452
Good luck tomorrow, don’t trip on the stage :P
I gave a weak smile at the text. Of course he would send me something short, sweet and simple like that. Ever since I rejected him last year he has been slightly distant, only saying what needed to be said, nothing more. We speak now and again and I know if I ever need help with anything, he would be there for me ... but I will admit things were different between us. We weren’t as close. While it pained me that we were that way towards one another, I knew that we were still really good friends and that is all that mattered.
Placing my phone on its charger, I inhaled deeply.
My life, after tomorrow’s graduation, was never going to be the same, that much I was certain of...
***
Present Time:
My eyelid fluttered open and it was then. In that exact moment. That everything hit the fan.
“Holy Moly, that Son of a Biscuit Eater!”
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A/N:
Tehehe ... all her memory is back ... can I get some guesses of what is going to happen?
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TheFirstWinterSnow's (Maddy's) comment:
Thief! That 'biscuit eater' line is mine! >:(
Lol! Jk, it was cute :D
This whole chapter was awesome! I can't believe she has all of her memories back!
Now, I can honestly say that I don't have a clue as to what is going to happen next. I have a bad feeling ... and am left wondering ... but I don't have the slightest idea ... damn it. You irritate me woman! >:(
I really like Peter by the way. He's a sweet and funny guy, and a pretty cool older brother ... but his ex though ... she's a freakin' psycho! Obvious, I know ... I just had to say it though...
Please update soon! After all that, I gotta know what happens next! :D