Memory Lost

Memory Lost - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

As her eyes cleared and color began to return to Jane’s pale face, a panicked look crossed her face. She frantically looked around wondering how close her captor was. Her head began to throb more intensely and her world began to spin.

She’d never had this problem before and had no idea how to deal with it. Of all the time for her brain to fail her, this had to be the worst possible day. She needed a level head and agile footing to survive the dangerous lunatic searching for her.

She shouldn’t have swung her head around so carelessly, she needed to be more careful. She couldn’t risk any more injury to her bleeding…oh no…all that blood…she felt like she would be sick.

As the world tilted around her and she lost the ability to discern up from down, she found herself pressed tightly to a warm solid surface. Thick arms wrapped around her and held her steadily against a steel chest until the world settled again.

“You are not fine!” Davy said in a voice that allowed no room for argument.

She really needed help but there was no way he was going to involve the police or an ambulance. He and his roommates couldn’t risk that. Yet he couldn’t leave her in this poor condition all alone. He was left with no choice but to offer his help.

“My apartment is right here,” he began. “I would feel better if you sat for a moment until I was sure that you were alright.”

At her suspicious looked he added, “I’m not planning any funny business. I’ll even leave the door open if you want me to.”

Jane considered her options: She could follow this stranger into his apartment, not knowing what he had planned. Or she could remain out in the open where Mr. Slob could find her and she knew his sick plans, at least some of them. Considering her wobbly legs, she wouldn’t be able to go much further, if at all.

Jane followed him into his third floor apartment.  She was so tired she felt like she had run a marathon and instantly sat on his living room couch. She found Davy very easy to talk to.

He offered her a glass of juice and her mouth watered at the thought of it while she puzzled over how strange it was that he didn’t offer soda or water. She gulped her juice and began to relax more readily with something in her stomach.

The big cushy couch was like a big fluffy pillow and as she talked with him about mundane things she felt herself sinking into the sofa and into…

She awoke to the sound of voices, strange male voices. As she stirred, she discovered that she was still on the sofa and that someone had covered her with a blanket, a nice smelling, very soft blanket.

 She was mentally worn out from her ordeal. She had no idea what day it was, where she was, or who she was. She wanted to snuggle down into this warm cocoon and return to the comforting bliss of sleep, but she knew that she had to confront this mess masquerading as her life.