Sucker for Love- Book 1

Chapter 5- Wha-What Happened?

"Semira. Semira? Can you hear me?"

I blink my eyes, but everything around seems to be out of focus.

"I hear you." I say, blinking more and more. I try to prop myself up but fall back down.

"Semira, it's me Aeron. Do you remember what happened to you?"

"When?"

"Damnit." I hear my father mutter.

"What is going on?" I try to sit up again. Aeron helps me this time. Very soon, my clear vision returns.

"Do you remember going to a party last night?"

"A party..." I look around me. Aeron is wearing a distressed shirt, and his tie and unsynched a little from his neck. He was definitly pulling on it. I look down at myself. I'm wearing a robe. I realize that whatever happened to me happened when I was undressed, and I feel my cheeks get hot. I look at my arm, and at first I blame the red-tint of it on my vision but then I realize it's because there are spots of blood on it. "What happened to me?"

"You were at a party with me...the ball, remember?"

"What ball? What is it for?"

"Damnit." My father mutters again. He grabs Aeron's arm and leads him to the corner of the room. "She...remember...did...he do?"

"I...know." Aeron looks frustrated. "He...have...given...drug...she...remember."

"Well...going...do?"

"Hypnosis." I hear him loud and clear. I close my eyes instantly. I hear them walking over to me.

"Semira?" Aeron comes rushing over to my side. I open my eyes and see sudden relief flood over him. "I thought you were out again...We are going to perform hypnosis. I need you to relax. We need to know who did this to you, ok?"

"Ok." I close my eyes again.

"Picture yourself dancing. You are wearing a red dress, looking beautiful...as alwa-"

"Stay focussed, Aeron." My dad said uncomfortably.

"You are dancing, what do you see?"

"Everyone seems bored." I say, with my eyes clothes picturing the room as best as I can. I squeeze my eyes tight and flashbacks start flooding over me. I see me dancing with someone, but my vision never shows. I see flashbacks of peoples' faces, they all seem very bored. I scan the room. Waitors and waitresses hurry busily across the seating area carrying trays of champagne. He twirls me around and I hit somebody. I back away instantly. I look up to see who it is. It's a man with a cloudy eye. I open my eyes and gasp. Aeron grabs my arm tighter. He tells me to close my eyes again.

"Semira? Who are you with?" Aeron asks me. 

"I just can't remember." I lie. "All I see is me dancing." 

"With who, damn it!?"  My father is irrationally agitated and I start to wonder why. So maybe someone tried to harm me, but why is he so concerned? Is this just his fatherly instincts? I think not. He wants to know something, and that something is important.

"Daddy, what's the matter?" I pull off my sweetest voice. I try to sit up.

"I just don't want anybody hurting my little girl." He hurries to my side. "You've always been able to hold your own, poison seems like a cheap cop-out. Why would anybody want to-" Then he abruptly leaves the room. I sit there puzzled, like some stupid girl, and I've never known her. The feeling sweeps over me like deja vu. Another flashback: me standing next to mystery man, "You want some thing to drink."

I get up to run after him, or more to see what is going on, but once I leave wherever I am seated, I drop to the floor. Aeron kneels by me.

"You must stop trying to be such a hero, Semira." He grins and pulls me up.

"I just don't know-" I rub my head and rest it on his breast. "why he's acting like this."

"You know your father, stuborn." He props me up in a chair. "Kind of like you."

"Yeah, maybe I got that from him." I grin, then I look up at Aeron. His eyes are fierce, like if you ever looked a wild cat in the eye. He broke eye contact and turned around to get something. It was a glass of water. He handed it to me, and I looked down at it. Flashback: a glass of wine. 

I don't tell him about my visions but just keep quiet. I decide to attempt at making a conversation. "My mother wants me to get serious with guys, but I don't understand how we are supposed to ever find love."

"I wish I had a mother to tell me something like that." He says

"I'm so sorry." I say. "I didn't know she-"

"Yeah. Well I guess falling in love is hard for our type because we can't ever imagine ourselves feeding our needs and being with one person."

"Exactly. We have needs. If we love someone, wouldn't guilt burdon us any time we tried to feed them?"

"Yeah." He says and that conversation dies.

"Can you tell me what happened to me, please." I ask curiously.

"I have no idea what happened to you. We were dancing and then I lost track of you. At some point, I had an odd feeling that you left and got nervous, so I began looking for you and searching every room in the house. I finally found you. You were lying on a bed passed out. At first I thought somebody raped you." He said. " Then I figured it too classy of a place for rape. I had no idea, but I did know you were drugged, so I covered you up and brought you here." 

"You found me on a bed?" I ask

"Yes. You looked completely untouched. I just have no idea who would undress you, then leave you lying on a bed."

 This entire conversation has been quite embarassing. I feel the heat returning to my cheeks. I clear my throte. "I have no idea." I say.

"I better go. It's getting late." He says walking over to the coat closet and pulling out a long brown tranchcoat. "Get some rest, Semira. I'll be back tomorrow."