Memory Lost - Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

“Whoa!” Jax stated excitedly. “ I thought we were looking for a plan. I must have been going about this all wrong. I need to go out and look some more then maybe I’ll come home with a girl.”

“Shh, Jax! You are going to wake her up!” Davy whispered.

“Oh yeah. We don’t want to do that. She probably won’t be in a good mood. What’d you have to do to get her here? Club her over the head and knock her out? Didn’t anyone ever tell you that ‘no means no?’”

“Jax, can’t you ever take anything seriously? I found her that way and I think whomever did that to her isn’t finished with her yet. She keeps looking over her shoulder like she thinks she is being followed. She keeps telling me that she is alright and then she can’t even walk straight. I don’t know where she came from but she doesn’t even have any shoes on. When she wakes up, I plan to try to talk some sense into her and then get some answers.”

“Wow! I don’t know what to tell you. I can see why you brought her here but Tate isn’t going to like this.”

“Like what?” Tate asked in his deep gravelly voice as he entered the apartment.

When she heard Tate’s voice, Jane shrunk down into the blankets deeper until her whole face was covered and tried to make herself look as small as possible.

Davy and Jax were looking at Tate with guilt and confusion on their faces, trying to avoid looking at the sofa but failing miserably.

In three long, quick strides, Tate was at the couch.

He snarled, “What is this?” as he yanked the blanket from Jane’s still form, his voice dropping off suddenly as he realized what the blanket concealed.

As the blanket was abruptly ripped from Jane, she let out a scream so high and loud that Jordan, half a block away heard it. He immediately took to running.

When he burst through the door seconds later, he found his three roommates all staring with mouths agape at a bleeding young person cowering in the corner of their couch.

Tate dropped the blanket and all eyes turned toward Jordan’s sudden entrance and each man snapped out of his stupor.

“Who is she? Why is she here? What did you do?” Jordan looked at each man one at a time while throwing out his questions until his eyes came to rest on Jane. Getting a good look at her, he lowered his voice as he asked Jane, “What happened?”

Jane looked around at all the men in the room and her fears grew. Coming here was not a good idea. Falling asleep had been an even worse idea.

She climbed up out of the sofa, backing up over the arm of it. Carefully easing herself backwards away from all the men, never taking her eyes off of them. She told them, “I’ll be going now,” slowly in her timid voice.

She continued to back up until she smacked into the wall behind her. She let her breath out in a gasp and felt the room spinning once again. Her last thought was, “Not again! She was never going to get out of this mess!”

All four men rushed to catch her before she fell as her world went black…

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