His Intent~Clouding Skies

Chapter 5

I frowned as I watched her sit at the table with an older gentleman. I had been stalking her for weeks. I had many, many questions. She was now working as a doctor. At the hospital. I didn't understand how she had gone from therapist to doctor. The man she was sitting with seemed vaguely familiar. She meets with him every Friday. Always a different place, a public place. I needed to confront her. It's been 5 weeks and this new therapist was extremely annoying and nit-picky. However, I needed her alone.
Soon enough she got up and they went separate ways. She stopped and swiftly turned into an alley. I got out of my truck and made my way to the alley. I quickly turned the alley, but she was gone. I walked further in. "Why are stalking me. I left for a reason." I turned around and she stood there with her arms crossed. I grinned. I missed her. Her sweet blue eyes. Her dark black hair. Her soft skin. "Stay away. Stop stalking me. It's better that way." She turned to leave. I gripped her arm and pulled her back to me. "Don't be stupid. I'm not going anywhere. Not until you explain." She frowned and pulled her arm out of my hand. "Back off." She was completely different. Something was wrong. "No." I furrowed my brows. She's not simply making a career change. Doctor's diplomas take years. "Who are you?" I became serious. "You aren't fooling me." She scoffed. "Stop following me." She turned and began to walk away. I quickly got in front of her. "No. Not until you tell me what's going on." She backed up from me. "I-" I was becoming more and more frustrated. "Please." She paused. "Please, Amelia." I took her hand. She looked down at our hands. "We are not a good mix. We shouldn't stay close." I pulled her closer. "Why?" I lowered my voice to a soft whisper. "You don't want to know." She tore her hand from me and pushed me away. "Amelia!" She walked away quickly. I wanted to follow her. But she was stubborn, and I knew she wouldn't listen to me.
At first my plan was to take her by force. However, the more I investigated her, the more I realized. Something was wrong. I investigated her online and had very few results. Only her books and a few movies she was cast in. I decided to hold off just in case. I needed to know who she was. The real her. I turned to make my way back to my car. 
I leaned back in my seat. I fought the urge to follow her. The urge to take her by force. I was just so happy to see her again. I sighed. I'll just have to try again tomorrow.
***
I pulled up to the side of the hospital building. I waited there for 30 minutes until I saw Amelia walk out. I got out of the car to follow her but when I looked around, she was gone. I scoffed. I walked around outside for a bit, but I couldn't find her. I walked down an alley for a smoke. I lit it and took a few puffs. I heard some clicking coming down the alley. I turned and saw a woman in a painfully revealing outfit. She had an ugly smile on her face as she approached me.
"Hey there, Mister. Looking for some fun?" She leaned over the garbage crate behind me. Flashing me a smile. Her teeth were an ugly yellow and a few black ones made me want to wipe the smile off her face. "I'm good." I turned away not wanting to look at the thing anymore. She whined. "Oh, come on, how about we do a little trade? I give you some pleasure and you give me a cigarette?" I rolled my eyes and tried to walk past her. She wrapped her arm around mine. "Come on, baby. Don't be like that." She went to touch my chest. I pushed her off me. "Don't fucking touch me." She gasped as she stumbled a few steps back. I turned to walk away. "Hey!" I turned and she walked quickly to catch up.
I sped up not wanting to stay any longer or make any stupid decisions. I exited the alley, and she grabbed my arm once again. I turned to yank my arm but saw Amelia. "Is there a problem here." She wore her black skirt and white dress top. "Mind your business skank. We are just fine. Ain't that right, b-" I yanked my arm from out of her hands. "Shut up." I glared at her before turning to Amelia. Who was staring at my arm. The one the 'thing' was clinging onto just moments before. The woman huffed and looked at Amelia. She looked her up and down before turning and walking off.
"About damn time." I turned to Amelia. I paused as she had gotten closer. She looked angry, like I had done something personally to her. "Did you two have fun in that alley way?" She crossed her arms. "What, no. Why would-" I stopped. I grinned. "Are you-Are you jealous?" I went to get closer to her, but she grabbed my arm and shoved me into the alley wall. She pressed her hands against my chest as she kissed me. I leaned into her as she took a handful of my shirt. She pulled me in against her. I wrapped my hand around her waist. Holding her tight. I felt like I lost myself in our kiss. She gasped for air as I leaned down to her neck. Kissing and sucking on it. My hand went up her shirt. Getting a good grip on her hips. "Micheal..." She let out a small moan into my ear.
All of a sudden, she tried to push me away. "Stop. Stop, we need to stop." I tightened my grip. "Okay, alright." I loosened my grip and set her down. I took her chin into my hand. "Alright. We can stop." But God, I did not want to. Not one bit. She shook my hand off and leaned into my chest. She pushed me away and turned. Making her way out of the alley. I grabbed her hand. "No, you aren't leaving. Not yet." She pulled on her hand. "Micheal, let me go." I shook my head. "One date. I won't stop trying. I feel our connection. Can't you?" She sighed. "One." She placed a card in my hand.
***
I sat in my truck as I stared at the card she gave me. More specifically, at the name. 'Marissa Venice'. My head swirled with possibilities and confusion. I looked up at her front door. Waiting for her to come out. Every time I think I figured her out, I'm poorly mistaken. Soon enough for door opened. She walked out. She wore a white dress that went down just before her knees her hair pulled up in a high ponytail. Just a few strands let out to frame her face. The sight made me stiff. I got out and walked around, opening the door for her. I helped her in and her smile was slight. I walked around and got in. "You ready to go?" She looked at me. "Of course." Even her voice made me feel hot.
We made small talk the whole way to the diner. I let her choose where we went. I felt it was least I could do after stalking her for so long. "You know, I would really like my therapist back." She kept her eyes on the road. "I no longer practice." I let off a soft hum. "Why's that?" The atmosphere changed. I felt it shift. It was no longer comfortable, more tense. "Wasn't for me." I pulled into the parking lot and parked. "Is that the truth? Or just another lie?" She looked over at me. A stern look on her face. "What makes you think I'm lying?" I grinned. "The complete career change, the name change, the man you meet with every Friday, no history other than your books?" She scoffed.
"I graduated high-school at age 14 with an IQ of 182. I went into college after a lot of court work and papers. I graduated and got my doctors degree at age 20. Amelia is my cover name for my books and with more court papers I was able to use it for my movies and therapy career." She pulled out two drivers license. "With a few requirements and comprises, of course. The man I meet with is my uncle. He works with Apple and the only time I get to see him is on Fridays. So we meet every Friday. You won't find any evidence of my existence before my books because I didn't have one. I lost my memory at a young age and had to restart my life." I looked at her. I didn't know if I believed her. "Does that sum it up for you?" I nodded. I sighed and got out of the car. Blaming myself for jumping to conclusions. How could I have doubted her? She would never lie to me. She was just too perfect for that.
We took a seat at the diner and woman came up and took our orders. "I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions." She shrugged. "I understand how you might be confused. It's a long story." She let out a soft laugh. "Well, we have all night. Please share." She leaned back in her seat. "I was 10. I don't really remember anything before or anything about the accident. I was told I was in a car crash." She went silent as she thought about it. "The only survivor." She played with her fork. I kept quite, waiting for her to continue. "I was released and got placed into a few different foster homes. Finally after a few months I was adopted. They had me take an IQ test to find what grade level I should be at. Turns out I was a rather smart kid. Like I said I graduated at age 14, I went into college for doctoring and graduated at age 20. Well, you know the rest." I reached out and took her hand over the table. Stopping her from twisting the fork. "I'm sorry that happened to you." She smiled gently.
I let her hand go and pulled away as our food arrived. "So, I opened up. Your turn." She grinned. "Tell me about the girl you fell in love with when you were younger." I frowned. It was only fair. "The truth is, I don't remember much about her. Just that, she meant everything to me and that I would do anything for her." She frowned. "What was her name?" I shrugged. "Lilith. I never knew her last name." She paused for a very brief moment. "Have you seen her since you got taken in?" I shook my head. "No. I never wanted to." She frowned. "Why not?" I smiled at her. "I found you. Your all I ever think about now." She had a false smile. Almost like she was disappointed but I couldn't place what it was.
We ate in a comfortable silence and talked a little more before we headed out. "Could we take a short walk before I take you home?" She looked at me. She looked around. "It's getting kind of late. Don't you think?" I smiled softly. "Alright. Let's get you home." I walked around my truck and opened the door for her. Once we started driving she reached over and touched my arm. "The walk sounded great. I just have work in the morning and-" I shrugged. "It's okay. I understand." I reached over and placed my hand on her knee. I felt myself becomig aroused just by touching her. Right when I was about to pull away she took my hand. As if she was inspecting it. "Where did you get this scar?" I frowned and pulled my hand away. I felt a peice in me shift. Something angry..violent. "Don't remember."  She seemed to sense the change, as she became more alert. We drove the rest of the way in silence. I walked her to her door when we arrived. "Thank you for tonight. It was great." I gave her a fake smile. "Of course. I just hope I can take you on another sometime?" She smiled. A fake one in return. "I think I would like that." She turned and unlocked her door. That angry peice of me, turned to fear and worry. "Would you?" She looked at me. She stared into my eyes. Then she relaxed and her eyes were soft. As if she saw something I didn't. "I-I would actually." I nodded. Feeling a little less worry and more relieved. I turned to make my way to the truck. "Michael," I turned around. I waited for her to continue. "Would you like to come in?" I wanted to say yes, with every part of me. However, something felt off in her eyes. "I need to get home. Dime is waiting for me." She looked confused. "Dime?" I smiled. "My mouse." I turned and left.