"What do you mean? More than a year?" I yell and get up suddenly feeling pain spark through my legs and arms. "What exactly happened?"
"Son..." I look at my father in fear of what he is going to say next. "You fainted from a cut on your hand"
"A deep cut at that...I can't believe you did that after our first meeting," Grandpa stands up.
"I-" I feel guilty for what I did. That is what I want to say. My grandpa gets up from his chair.
"Do you have no conscience?" I have never seen Grandpa this angry. Father looks surprised too. I decide to stay quiet.
"Father, Calm down," My father tells Grandpa, helping him sit back on his chair. A memory of seeing Gwen before I fainte- The memory disappears. "You need to build your reputation again. I made you disappear so no one thinks I am weak."
"I took over for you while you were asleep," Grandpa says.
"You are awake from the coma which is good news," My father says causing me to smile realizing that I am fully recovered now. "I am second in place at Park Group after you leave here or actually I already have a better plan to save the company and earn more money"
"What is that plan?" I ask.
"That can't be revealed to you yet," The doctor comes in.
"Hello, President Park," The doctor bows to my father as he enters the room.
"So, we did a test and we found something that was hidden in his records about his mem-" My memory? The flashback, when my stepmom and father were talking about this in Australia.
"Uh, we can talk outside Doctor Im," My grandpa stays and move his chair closer to my hospital bed.
"Alejandro...why did you exactly do to yourself...you lost so much blood. This caused you to be in a coma for so long. It was so difficult for us"
"I don't know," Grandpa gives me a 'you know' face. "It's just this girl...woman...but she has nothing to do with this...I did that to myself," I look down at my arm in bandages.
"Oh, that woman..." Does he know Gwen? "I feel if she caused this to happen to you still. If that's the case and I know it is. You shouldn't be associated with her." But- "Alejandro," Grandpa grabs my hand that is not wrapped in a bandage, "Please don't meet with her anymore...for our family's sake and my sake...I lost your grandma and I don't want to lose you," I lose my words.
"Promise me." I can't-
"I promise," My grandpa smiles, a tear falling down his pale face. My father enters the room. The nurse starts to take the wires off my body.
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Lost Memory by Jacqueline Cortez
Science FictionHer life is not as easy as it was. Or was it never easy? She is gettting older, Gwen Rio, a Brazilian Hispanic, now age 32, time is not relavent. Time doesn't make sense for time-travelers anyways. She doesn't have family with her, a friend that's l...
