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Chapter 6

It has been a month since I went to that restaurant with Arnold. That day ended very awkwardly and I could tell that he regretted telling me all of that about me. I don't regret knowing that though. It drew my attention to the girl I was before I lost my memories. I now know that she just like myself received no love. It does make a lot of things clearer. Those things include the way grandfather and Georg treats me.

It is all he knew though. As he never was curious to know more. Not even interested in having sex with me apparently.

I was heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for two. Yes ever since that day Jonah and I have been having breakfast together. Well not really together as I always avoid sitting with him on the same table.

"Can we talk" I said sitting next to him at the kitchen bar. His nod was my sign to start talking.

"Since we will be stuck together until these two years are over" I am so scared I can barely form a sentence.

"No." it has been over a month since he said a word to me. "I will never marry you for real. Ever." He said sharply with hatred in his voice.

"I never want to marry you for real either" a sigh escaped my mouth and my voice broke "I really just want us to be friends. It is too lonely." I just want a friend.

He was looking at me with a very weird look. Did I say it aloud or something?

"Never mind, let's pretend that this conversation never happened" I said and walked out of the kitchen and then out of the house. I have never regretted what I do. This is an exception though.

Arnold is not here yet. He has been forcing me to go with him to different fancy restaurants and these visits are happening once a week. I hate them though. I hate those places a lot. They are so fake and depressing.

I retuned that night very late. I had an extra class as my progress in some topics is very slow. I also had dinner out. I am not feeling like cooking or entering the kitchen as it will remind me of the horrible event that occurred this morning.

Jonah was inside the living room, watching television? It is not like him though. His girlfriend is not here either did they have a fight or something? I pretended as if I have not seen him sitting there and kept going to my room.

"you are very late." I heard him taking on the phone with someone. It must be his girlfriend. "are you going to ignore me now? Weren't you the one who asked to be friends this morning?" I turned to find him looking my way. "Are you taking to me?" I asked with my mouth wide agape. He scanned our surrounding then looked back at me with an angry look. " I am sorry I thought you were speaking on the phone with your.." I stopped when I noticed how stupid I sounded. "I had a late class, then had dinner out before coming here. How was your day?" I asked waking his way and sitting on the sofa. I remember that night we talked a lot about many things. I now know that he love the color red, he loves lasagna, and that he and his girlfriend met in collage. They started dating after graduation and they were planning to get married when his parents forced him to marry me. She does not live here as I thought at first, she has her own apartment that she would not give up for some reason. She spends the nights here when they both are not so busy.

I did not have much to tell him though. I have no memories. The only things I was able to share were things either told to me by others or things that happened right after I woke up. I bet he knows of my past more than I do.

It has been three weeks since that night. The next day his girlfriend left on a business trip. I learnt that she is a model. And that she works for a very famous designer who is going around the world giving lectures to fashion students around about his experience and his success. Models are there to wear the best designs on a runway set by each institution they visit. It is supposed to help him with his new line promotion or something.

Throughout that time Jonah and I have become closer, we had movies night. A dinner out and we even played video games together. We also have been having breakfast together every day since. On the same table, like a family does.

Arnold has also been visiting a lot. He spent most of those nights together with us. I learnt that he is an executive manager in his families Corporation. We have also became really close. Not as close as he is trying to get, however I have forgave him for kissing me the night he was drunk. Even though he never apologized for it. I would like to believe that he was intoxicated and he remembers nothing at all.

Today like every other day I am going to my classes early in the morning. The car was waiting for me on the front door, the old driver was holding the door opened for me to enter. George stopped joining us a long time ago. Apparently grandfather needs him for other business. I needed something from him once. When I called he just ignored my call.

The day was very long. I asked the driver to drop me off at a bakery and told him that I will find my way home. I need some fresh air. I sat on a bench in a nearby park watching people pass by.
These people had all type of expressions on their faces. Families were so happy walking with their children in their hands. Others were excitedly telling some story to their friends. Some even where so in love they were displaying their affection openly for every one to see. And I can feel nothing but emptiness in my heart. I have not experienced such feelings since I woke up from the coma. No family love, no stories to tell my friends and no man to love and be with. Even though my relationship with Jonah and Arnold has improved, I still can feel a very tall wall blocking us. I am not sure if that wall is my forgotten past, or their different group of friends.

It was late at night when I decided to walk back to Jonah's house. After a few minutes of walking I heard a voice asking for help. It sounds like a young boy voice and some other older men were making fun of him.
I held my phone in one hand and took baby steps in the other. Trying my best to make no noise I peeked into the ally and saw men trying to rape a teenager while he was struggling away from them.
I ran back as fast as I could and called for help. A women answered my call asking what my emergency was. I described what I saw with hurried words. When she asked where I was I didn't know how to answer. Ever since I woke up from the coma I have never went out alone and the only places I know are Jonah house, mine and grandfather's.

"I don't know" that was my shaky answer. "Please help they are hurting him." I took carful steps into the alley. "No please they are taking his shorts off. I am going there." I said and heard the woman on the phone telling me not to.

I ran with all my power as the men stepped slightly away from the now half naked boy. I covered him with my body shielding his body and held his bleeding face in my hands.

"What did you do to him?" I screamed at them and they smirked with their very ugly faces. "The copes are coming I called for help" the smirk on their faces turned into hatred and they started hitting me and kicking me into my chest.

It hurts but I can't move away from the kid. He is already very hurt and motionless.

"Are you playing alone?" I heard a man's voice that was followed by a distant siren of the copes cars. The next thing I remember was a warm hand that touched my throbbing face before I blacked out.