Sin For Me

Chapter 5 ☑️

Megan

The giddiness I felt inside was barely enough to contain. I limped down the hall in glee, despite my injuries. I came upon a small bedroom that bore off to the right of the hall. This was presumably my bedroom, as it was the only room in the apartment other than the kitchen and bathroom.

I was internally thrilled to rid myself of this dump of a home, even if it was temporary—at least until I recovered from my injuries and regained my memories.

As it seemed, currently, I was in some sort of grave danger. Of what exactly, I was unsure. Max's threats lingered in my mind.

Now that Mason we're on a first name basis, the doubts I'd held about him disappeared. He seemed like a safe choice, and he was the only one I felt I could trust, given my current state. He genuinely seemed to care about my well-being.

Mason. His name rolled off my tongue. So seductive. Visions of moaning his name aloud as he pounded into the depths of me clouded my mind. I clenched my thighs together to mask my arousal.

Mind out of the gutter, Meg, I reasoned with myself. He's just a friend, a friend concerned for another friend. That's what friends are for, right? I questioned myself. Disappointment beguiled me as I brushed the thought aside. Could we ever just be friends?

I would be lying to myself if I said I hadn't felt a spark amongst the two of us every time we touched. He must think of me weak, I silently beckoned. Maybe he pities me.

I silently gathered my things, as my mind drifted back to devious thoughts of Mason. Envisions of him making love to me in every room of his huge mansion consumed me as I gathered a few boxes from the corner of my bedroom. A girl can dream, right? I reassured myself. Fantasies were normal as long as they weren't acted upon.

The boxes I chose to bring were practically fully packed. I mustn't had too much time on my hands prior. That or...either I had plans to be ready to flee again in a hurry.

My doubts and assumptions were left undeterred, as I eyed what little possessions I chose to leave behind. But those didn't matter anymore. All I wished for was to leave this place and never look back. Mason was a welcome distraction to the turmoil that awaited me in the alternate universe of my forgotten life.

Several small boxes stacked high in my arms, and I was done. Anything of importance was buried in these boxes, and everything else I would disregard. Maybe the next tenants would find some use for the useless material things I would leave behind.

Upon exiting the room, I suddenly realized I forgotten to pack my wallet, which was buried beneath a stack of unpaid bills on the nightstand by my bed. I sat the boxes down by the door to retrieve it. As I recovered it from the mountain of useless papers, a plastic card fell from the inside flap to the floor. Silently cursing to myself, I bent down to collect the card, turning it over to examine its' contents. It was an identification card—of me.

The card read 'Megan Jacobs', and my former self stared back at me—long auburn curls and a full face plastered with life. How could this woman and myself be the same person? I argued with myself. We look nothing alike. And I had changed. I had been through so much since this photo was taken. Maybe we weren't the same person after all.

My former address was printed across the ID as well. Bile rose in my throat, as minor memories of the place I once dwelled in, faded in and out of my foggy memory.

It's time to move on from the past, I declared. My new beginning awaited me on the other side of my former bedroom door...