Love Cuts

Chapter 7: Please Remember

-CC-

Her eyes glistened, staring at me without emotion, without fear, without upset. A living corpse. My wife, my own wife, staring at me without a single memory of us. She didn't remember, my Emily. Mrs Emily Mora.

"Emily?"

Her face screwed up, she lifted her palm to her pale freckled skin and dragged it under her eye.

"IM NOT EMILY" I dropped my head down, I couldn't believe this. She didn't remember.

"MY NAME IS ENVY." She sobbed and looked around the room, looking for some kind of reassurance.

"My parents are dead, I live on my own, in a little house that I love dearly. I've never been in love. And all you are is a stupid rock star from my favourite band. You. YOU! Are NOT my husband!" She wailed, ripping the tubes and pipes off her body and rushing to get out of bed, her legs gave way and Jinxx quickly rushed to her side catching her before she fell.

"Get off me" she screeched, struggling out of his grip before falling again, this time both Jinxx and Ashley rushed to her side. Eventually she gave up struggling and fell onto the bed, scrunching the sheets In her palms and sobbing into the blood stained silk.

It was hard to believe that the woman infront of me, the girl sobbing into the sheets,completely confused of who and what she is, confused of her whole existance, is ... My wife. I just wanted her back. Maybe when she calmed down ill be able to explain everything. I just hope she will understand and listen.

"Emily, my love please jus-" I tried to comfort her but she interrupted me with another wail, she gasped for air, trailing her gaze to meet my eyes.

- Jake -

I struggled so much to watch this, it was the most horrific thing id ever seen in my life. This poor girl was absolutely distraught, in the space of one night, she'd found out she was the wife of Christian mora, she was pregnant, her names Emily and everything she had ever known was just a huge cover up of something huge.

I just hope that when Christian tells her, she'll start to remember. I just wish I could help....

That's when I remembered, all the videos, the pictures, the letters, everything. Maybe if I showed her them she would remember and everything would start to go back to normal, I hope.

I drifted out of the room, closing the door silently behind me. I wiped my tears and made my way back to cc and Emily's house... Grabbing everything I could recall that would help her Remember.

-Emily-

"Please tell me this isn't true" I pleaded, I had eventually calmed down a little and was sat at the edge of the bed, cc was sat infront of me, his head buried into his war paint covered hands. I placed my hand wearily on his, it seemed to make him jump. He slowly lifted his head to meet my eyes, he pushed his forehead against mine, his bottom lip quivering.

"I'm sorry" he whispered, we both closed out eyes tightly.

So it was true, everything I ever knew was a fake. I'm some girl called Emily and I am the wife of Christian mora.