HOW YOU LIKE THAT | JENLISA

Chapter 24

Jennie

Lisa didn't talk to her grandpa after that and the room continued to bask in comfortable silence until she picked a vinyl from the shelf and played it on the vintage gramophone. As soft music drifted from the player, I noticed a Himalayan cat that I hadn't seen before, perched on the bed while it was staring daggers at me. I exited and went back to my room, deciding to give them some privacy.

Bambam was right; I didn't have any business digging into their family history. My primary aim was survival and to get out of this house alive and for that I needed to find another way out of here that wasn't through the woods. The entire family had left for the party, except for Lisa and Marco Snr., and an opportunity like this wouldn't present itself again anytime soon.

First, I went to the kitchen and tried to hack the tracker from my ankle with a cleaver but it didn't work, so getting the tracker off my leg was never going to happen.

I needed to find another way.

I was going to make sure that Lisa was asleep this time, so she wouldn't follow me when I tried to leave. Lisa brushed her teeth and changed into her pyjamas. That was usually her night routine before bed. She never felt shy about taking off her undergarments in front of me either, but I usually just looked away because that was common decency and I didn't think she would appreciate, if I ogled at her since she's not in the right frame of mind.

I placed two pills and a glass of water on the nightstand. She usually took her medication after her meals. I tried to pop one in her mouth but she turned her face to the other side, refusing to take them.

"You want to get better, don't you? If you don't take your medicine, you'll not regain your memories."

I pushed a sizeable portion of brownie in front of her. Sweets always seemed to work for baiting Lisa into taking her medication.

"I made this with Nan."

"Cake." She said.

She reached forward to take it when I pushed it away from her reach.

"You can have the brownie after you take your pills. Those are the rules, Lisa."

She huffed and pushed the pills into her mouth forcefully and swallowed it with a glass of water before reaching across me to grab the piece of brownie which she unwrapped and began chomping on it, staring at me in the same unusual way of hers. I had to wipe her mouth later with a towel.

Once she got comfortable in her bed, I asked her the question that was bothering me, "Lisa, I heard you speak to your grandpa. I was wondering if you've started remembering anything."

She had a toy train in her hand, and she spun the wheels of it with her long elegant fingers. Her eyes remained downcast, and the dim light in the room highlighted her sharp jawline.

"Who is Lalisa?" I asked.

She didn't answer, and I gave up on asking her questions until she said, "Me." I placed my finger beneath her chin and forced her to make eye-contact.

"Do you remember anything else?" The question I really wanted to ask her was 'are you pretending to lose your memory?'

She shook her head, "No."

"Who is Irene?"

She didn't answer again and started to breathe heavily, with her fingers holding on to the toy train tightly.

I placed a hand on her shoulders. "Lisa."

A gut-wrenching scream pierced through the room as she threw the toy train across the room and she began rocking back and forth, and continued doing it. I repeatedly asked her to calm down, but she turned even more upset. A maid scurried into the room, followed by two other male servants, and one of them was holding a syringe in his hand.

My question had probably triggered something inside Lisa.