Memory Loss

Chapter 22

Katie

When I woke up on Saturday morning I was feeling marginly better, I had a shower and even managed a toasted bacon sandwich that mum had offered me when I had walked into the kitchen. The fact that I didn't lose it made me feel a little better, of course I was still an emotional wreck but I was good at keeping my feeling under control.

"You going to work today darling?" Mum asked, she throught I had a stomach bug.

"Yes, I don't want to let Tony down again." I told her draining the last of my tea. Truth be told I just didn't think I could handle another day in bed. I knew I should rest but not doing anything seem to hard to handle.

I made it to work a little after ten. Tony was surpised to see me.

"Katie, darling you should be resting." He told me when I walked through the door.

"I know Tony, but you know me I can't just stand around." I smiled up at him.

"You know you can't go near the kitchen." He warned me, I rolled my eyes.

"Who's going to cook for you?" I asked, putting my stuff in the office.

"Chris," Tony laughed shaking his head.

I stood there in shock for a few minutes, it hadn't even accured to me that he would be working today, I wondered if i'd made a huge mistake by coming in.

"What do you want me to do then?" I asked Tony following him out front.

"Just the normal stuff minus the food," he stopped and looked at me, "are you sure you're OK?" he asked.

"I'm fine, you'll see." I told him and myself because I wasn't so sure if I would be.

About ten minutes later I walked straight into Chris, I was day dreaming and totally wasn't looking where I was going.

"Katie, are you Ok." He said grabbing my arms to steady me.

I didn't reply right away because it was taking all my brain power to stop myself from jumping to his arms and sobbing my heart out. I eventually I just nodded.

"hmm, well let me know if you need anything," he said letting me go, I went to walk away but he caught my hand.

"I mean it Kate, anything."

I filled up the arcade vending machine and then headed back to the toilets to have a good cry. It was why I was sitting on the toilet in the cubicle that I took my phone out and notice I had three voicemail messages.

I dialed my voicemail quickly and listen to the messages. The first one was from Chris.

"Katie, are you Ok? Tony said you are sick, do you need me to bring you anything. I'm sorry about the other week. I'm such an idot. Please don't hate me. Katie I -" The message ended and I wondered what he had been going to say.

I listened to the second messaged left about two hours later, it was from Chris aswell.

"Katie, I guess you must really be sick or you just don't want to talk to me. I know i'm mean't to be keeping my cool but I just can't with you around. You make me happy, and I know it was selfish of me to try and kiss you but I couldn't help it I -" The message ended again and if I hadn't been so annoyed I might have found it funny that Chris was incable of leaving a short message.

The final messgae was left by Chris also.

"Katie. Please. I need you in my life." The message ended abbuptly and I wondered for a minute if he had just gone really quite but then I heard voicemail asking me to press 1 if I wanted to hear it again. I clicked one and listened again.

"Katie. Please. I need you in my life."

I ended the call and started crying again. Once I finally had myself together I left the bathroom and carried on with my day. It was pretty easy, I just stayed busy and tried really hard not to cry, it worked. I cleaned the tables, swept the floor, tidy the bowling alleys after people had used them and even cleaned the toilets.

Just before closing the place had emptied, it was just me and Chris and ten minutes before we could lock the door. I started to worry because I dangerously close to losing it and this wasn't the place at all. I was just wiping the tables down when I heard someone come in.

"Excuse me, are still open its just my daughter needs to use the bathroom." A women in her earlier thirties asked. She had dirty blonde hair and looked knackered her daughter was at her feet sort of bouncing up and down, she had the same hair colour as her mother I guessed her age as around 5 and concluded I was right when Chris who was right by the door pointed them in the ight direction and she let the little girl go by herself. She came over to the tables and sat down, thanking me.

"I'm so tired I was just out for a walk as this one wouldn't sleep." she told me gestering to her chest.

It was then that I notice she had a baby, a tiny baby, a very tiny baby attached her front in one of those baby carring things you often saw mums wearing. I felt my heart leap as I looked at his tiny hands and tiny feet, his little finger nails. I couldn't stop seeing how little he was, how cute and scrunched up his little face was, he had a cute little button nose and his bottom lip was gutted out slightly making him look like he was pulling a sad face, it was unbareable to be there was them so happy, when I was in the middle of losing the one thing that would have probally kept mean sane.

In the mist of my angoy I didn't even see them leave I just felt myself slide down the counter and burst into tears, my hole body shock with grief and I wondered how I would ever get past this.