Death took you from me, but One Day Ill Find You Again

Chapter 5 - Buck pov

The running water over his face makes him choke, soon enough he's been dragged under. The sound of crashing and thumping and then blackness. The next thing he knows is he wakes in a smelly room, his head hurts and everything is sore.

As he opens his eyes he's greeted to a filthy room and can see the people looking at him, he has no idea who they are but they don't look nice. He looks round and can see a drip into Netflix on his arm.

"Where am I?" He asks.

"Somewhere you wish you weren't." One man says.

"What's your name?." The other asks

He lays there looking at the men with no idea who he is, he tries to think back, tries to pull something from his memory but nothing comes to him. The men start to look angrier, most likely due to the fact he hasn't replied.

"I don't know, I don't even know where here is." He mutters.

"Well that's a shame, maybe some sleep will help." Another voice from the side says.

He watches as the guy stands and walks over to where the drip was, pulling a needle and injecting something into it, sleep soon comes, and he blacks out.

Lurching up he takes in his surroundings it had been nearly a year since he ended up here in San Diego and couldn't be happier, well he could if he could remember who he was.

Looking at the clock it was only 3 am so makes his way down the stairs of his shared house.

"Oliver, what have I told you." A woman's voice calls and he looks over at her and smiles.

"Sorry Marg, you know what I'm like when I wake up at this time, I'm not with it, but at least I'm wearing boxers this time." Oliver jokes.

"True, so I guess another nightmare? any joy in memories coming back?" She asks as she pours a cup of coffee for him.

"Nope, just another one about waking up in that hell hole. Thanks for this." He says as he picks up the cup.

"You know, you could always go to the police station, let them run your fingerprints...."

"We've been through this before, no, I'm not risking it, it's bad enough I've dragged you into my mess, I don't want to bring the police into this, just leave it please." Oliver pleads, as much as she wanted to know who he was, the thought he was someone evil made him never want to go to them. He had hoped eventually his memories would come back.

"Well, sooner or later something has to give. Right, I'm heading to bed. It was a long shift and aren't you meant to be at work in a few hours? I seem to recall you're on the bread-making shift." Marg jokes as she walks by.

"How could I forget that joy, it is the worst job. I'll try to keep it down."

"You better or you will regret it." She jokes.

He watches as she wanders off, he looks at the coffee and realizes he shouldn't have had this as sleep was going to be a lot harder now, but he heads up the stairs and back to the room, it was a bare room just a bed wardrobe and draws. The only pictures around the room were of him and Marg on days out. He climbs back into bed hoping to get a few hours' kips.

No sooner had sleep taken hold than his alarm was going off, hitting dismiss he gets up and pads round collecting his work gear and heading to the bathroom. Once shaved and showered he stood looking in the mirror, he was skinny no memories of what his body used to look like nor of the meaning of the tattoos over his body, the dull pain comes back from some scars he notices on his back, but they soon fade and he dresses and heads down and gets ready checking his notice board seeing what week it was and heads off to work.

The walk to work was standard for him, constantly checking behind him, anyone walking towards him he watched like a hawk ready just in case. As he approaches a crossing it was week two b so he turns left instead of straight on. He knew what Marg thought of his overcomplicated route system to work but it made him feel safe and she understood that.

Eventually, he arrives at work and knocks on the door, and waits for it to be opened.

"Oli, did you wet your bed, you are five minutes early?" Max jokes.

"Haha, come on let me in, I just walked a bit quicker today." He explains.

Max lets him in and they head to the lockers, quickly takes his jacket off, gets his apron and hairnet on, and makes his way to the bread-making machine.

"What do we need to make today?" He shouts over to Max who is walking over with a clipboard.

"Not much, it's our normal quiet day, a dozen or so loaves and pretty much the same for the pastries and baps." Max explains as he places down the clipboard.

They work through the next hour making the bread and other bits working as a team, to Oliver it felt right working so close to someone but in the same way, it felt wrong and he couldn't figure out why he guessed something from his past.

"So have any memories come back yet?."

Max asks this question every time they are on shift. It was nice he cared to ask.

"You only want to know in case I'm some billionaire." He jokes

"Exactly think of the money I could get as a reward for saving you."

"You didn't save me, annoy me on my shifts and nights out yeh but not saved me."

"Someone seems to forget when I saved him from choking on that chicken bone when he scoffed all their wings." Max winks at him as they move stuff to the oven.

Oliver rolls his eyes at him and they move on to the cafe side getting it ready for the day, pulling chairs down, and setting the tables. The early morning flies and come 7 am they open the doors and wait for the morning commuters.

These are the days he hates the most when he is on an early shift, there isn't a steady stream of people to keep him busy so found his mind wandering trying to remember who he was in his past life. The morning goes by with no problems and as he is due to leave the owner appears which always puts him on edge.

"Oli, have you got a second?."

"Yeh boss."

"Linda has called in sick yet again..."

"Yeah, I'll do the cover." He replies, he didn't mind the extra meant more cash.

"You sure? I hate to ask as you've worked so much this week." The owner says.

"I don't mind, it's not like I have anything else to do." He chuckles.

"Oh please, knowing you and Max, you have some crazy plan to cause trouble." The owner says.

"Boss that's slander, I have you know me and Oli only punish the bad with our pranks." Max says and Oliver flinches at the comment as now he knew he was a good guy, but in his past, there was no evidence he was good.

"Just get to work." The owner says and walks off.

"Did you have to agree to more hours mate, he will have you working all the hours under the sun at this rate." Max says and gives him a concerned look.

"Yeah, I don't mind, to be honest, I would have stayed at home and binged netflix." He shrugged.

"Well ok, I'll message you in a bit, I'm all done, i'll see you tomorrow we're on the afternoon shift which means hottie hunting." He winks.

"Look forward to it, though you're gonna miss out on today."

"Nah, it's a special day, unless you have a thing for the older lady or man."

"Just go you fool."

The rest of the shift goes off ok, he's cleaning up some plates outside in the late afternoon and he hears some laughter from across the street which has him glancing just in case, but its a group, a man with a kid on his back and then two men walking behind them, he goes back to clearing the tables and heads back inside.

After a very long day, he heads home and just wants to sleep but knew at the same time the nightmares would come so he just lay there staring at the ceiling waiting for sleep to win.