𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖒 | d.f. | book two

🦋 dominic21 🦋

7:32 pm

"we're done for the day. get some rest. catch a shower," ann tells me, letting go of the punching bag. "tomorrow, we'll start a group training session after your simulation session."

i nod, breathing heavy, with my hands on my hips.

she starts to walk away.

"hey, when do you think i'll start getting my memory back?" i ask her.

a small smile forms on her face.

"don't hold out hope," she smirks, and walks away.

i frown, shaking my head.

what doesn't she want me to know from before?

i head back to my room.

something happened. a catalyst. a core memory.

something.

it feels too blank. too open.

i feel too void of emotion.

there has to be happiness somewhere? right?

i get to my room, finding anna laying in my bed. i stop in my tracks and stare at her from the entrance.

"why are you in here?" i ask.

"lonely. you don't mind right?"

"i'm going to take a shower. and i hope you're gone by the time i get out."

i grab extra clothes and head to the open showers.

i choose a cubicle and turn the shower on. i slide the curtains close. i take my shirt off.

the steam starts to build and i smile to myself.

a fucking shower.

it's needed.

someone begins whistling and i turn my head. anna smiles at me and continues whistling, walking behind me and into a separate cubicle one down from mine.

"what's your deal?" i ask her, as our heads are the only thing that can be seen over the wall.

"i'm taking a shower," she simply says, starting her water.

what the hell?

i finish undressing and step under the water. i let it run over my body, the power from the water feeling amazing.

i breathe, reveling in the warmth of it all.

the whistling starts again, getting closer to me before stopping opposite of the curtain behind me.

the curtain opens and anna steps into my space. her body comes near centimeters to my back.

my body tenses, a sense of unease in this situation.

her hands rub up my back, snaking over my shoulders and touching my chest.

a bar of soap is in one of her hands, rubbing me with it.

she peppers me with kisses on my back.

i turn around and face her.

she grins, rubbing my chest.

the more she continues to touch me, the gradual build of irritation sets in.

"anna-"

"shh. let's just enjoy right now," she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck.

she leans into me, looking at my lips.

before her lips could connect with mine, i swiftly grab her neck in my hand and push her away from me into the nearest wall.

"NO!" i growl at her, gripping her neck tight.

"okay," she wheezes out, hitting my hand, "okay!"

i let her go and she falls to her butt, coughing loud.

i stare at her and my hands, not sure why i just did that.

"i'm-i'm sorry," i apologize, reaching for her to help her up.

"back the hell up!" she yells, sliding away from me.

"i'm sorry. i didn't mean to-"

"you made your point," she tells me, standing and covering her boobs.

"anna, i didn't mean to. i-i don't know what came over me" i stutter.

what the hell just happened?

"you know, your primal rage stays inside of you, no matter what happens to your brain. i saw you betray someone that truly cared about you. you may not know who you are, but i do. i know exactly who you are."

she walks out of my shower cubicle.

"anna!"