A Voice of Memory (Les Twins Fanfiction)

"Nina"

I was awaken by loud voices in the hallway it sounded foreign, French maybe. I pulled the covers off of me, as soon as the ice cold air hit my bare skin I knew I was naked I looked down at my body noticing that there was a bandage wrapped around my ribs and that I was only wearing my bra and underwear.

I get out of the bed and walk towards a tall dresser, I opened one of the drawers and pick up a thin white muscle tee I could clearly tell that it was a guy's shirt but it would have to do. I placed it over my head then putting my tan arms through the over-sized arm holes. Walking over to the mirror to see how awful I looked, the shirt was clearly see through and it wasn't long enough to cover all the bruises on my inner thighs, I grazed my fingertips around the dark purple imperfections wondering how I got the bruises in the first place I let out a sad sigh as I looked at my hair I looked a mess my hair was no longer straight more like ridiculously curly waves it didn't look to bad but I knew I could have looked better.

I bit my lip trying to figure out what to do with the mess on top of my head I looked at my wrist to see if I was lucky enough to have a hair tie, but sadly I did not. I stopped messing with it and allowed it to fall down my back. I turned to the side and stared at my figure the shirt falls an inch below by butt which didn't bother me as much as my hair did.

Finally the loud conversation stopped and I heard a door close shut. I walked toward my door and slowly turned the handle quietly opening the pulling it open hoping to god that this door doesn't creek. I peek my head out of the room making sure that the coast was clear, after triple checking I slowly move down the long hallway, trust me I would have moved faster if I knew where I was going.

I was walking past another room when the door opens and a man with long twist and a white towel around his waist is standing in right front of me blocking my path I'm too embarrassed to look him in his face but I was able to clear my throat and speak up "Excuse me." He laughs for a second and puts his pointer finger and thumb under my chin lifting my head up so I can look him in the eyes. He smiles at me "well good morning to you too."

I say nothing, he moves his hand from my face and takes a step back he looks me up and down, I felt insecure and clench the bottom of the shirt with my fist and look down at my feet. "I see you're wearing one of my shirts."

I bit my lip and looked up at him with sad eyes "do you want it back? I-I'm sorry I needed something to wear." I was half way out of the shirt when he stops me. "No, no its ok it looks good on you don't worry."

I stop and look at him to get his reassurance, he gives me a slight nod and a little smile I then begin to put my arm back in the arm hole and pull the bottom of the shirt back down to my waist. We stood in front of each other for a good 10 seconds before I spoke up

"Why am I here?" I looked up at him. He scratched the back of his neck looking at the floor as if all of life's answers were carved into the floor boards.

"Well, I couldn't just leave you on the side of the interstate you were wet and bleeding." I raised my voice "why not? Every other car did." He looked at me with cold eyes "You know it's funny, all these words are coming out of your mouth but none of them are the words thank you"

I gave him an evil stare. "I told you I was fine"

"But, you fainted, I don't know about you but that looked like a cry for help to me." 

"Why would I say thank you to the guy who kidnapped me?!" I kept my eyes on him.

he laughed "Um, more like saved your life!"

I was done, I didn't want to argue with this man. After all he really did save me so I dropped my attitude "Thank you." He smiled and nodded "I'm Laurent by the way and you are?" 

I paused for a minute. Biting the corner of my lower lip, do I have a name? I thought good and hard about what it was, and I felt like I was looking for something that I knew wasn't there I couldn't remember much of what happened before last night only bits and pieces. I looked up at Laurent, his face was wearing more than one expression a mixture of confusion and interest.

I could tell that he was getting impatient but was trying not to be rude. I didn't want to embarrass myself any more than I had already. Walking on the side of the road, fainting, and wearing his shirt unexpectedly, and now for the best part I can't even remember my name maybe my brain didn't want me to remember I was trying to get away from whoever last night. Maybe not having a name is a good thing, but I knew that I would have to tell him something.

"Um...my name is Nina." I felt nervous, I knew it was a lie and I'm no good at lying. He smirked at me "Are you sure?" I couldn't look him in the eyes, I watched the drops of access water travel from his chest down his abs and cruise along his V-line.

I nodded "yes Laurent I know my name." he quickly put his hands up in the air as a sign of surrender. "Hey, I was just asking you sounded unsure." He put his arms down and "well Nina, make yourself at home." He walked past me without another word.