Repression ▶ M•C ▶ 2/3

Chapter 3

Michael's POV

The rain had almost stopped, and the sun was only just appearing from behind the grey clouds. I stared out of Gwyneth's bedroom window, down at the dark, damp roads. Georgie's been gone for around three days, even though she has technically been gone ever since she ran out in front of a car a month ago. My head throbs constantly, and my chest aches every time I try and imagine her face, but with each time, I remember less and less of her, until I'm left with only a blurry outline of someone I used to love, still love. She was everything to me, and now all of that has been taken away from me, all I had, the future we could have spent together. Now she barely knows my name, all her memories of me were left by the side if the road when her head smacked the floor. It's all gone.

Suddenly the bedroom door flew open and Gwyneth came charging in. She has finally managed to come out of the shock state she had been in since we left the hospital. "How could you? How could you let that woman take her away just like that? You promised me that this wouldn't happen. You know what they're going to do to her and it's your entire fault, all of it!" She screamed at me, dragging me to my feet and pushing me up against a wall. Her fist gripped my shirt tightly, pushing me against the concrete surface. "Gwyn, calm down" I whispered, keeping my cool as she grinded her teeth. "You don't understand what you've done Michael" her voice shook slightly, as she tried to keep herself together. "She was never going to believe me, I tried my hardest Gwyn, and I really did" I carefully lifted my arms up and held onto her hands which were pressed against my chest. Her facial expressions changed when our skin made contact with each other, she looked away and slowly let go of me, stumbling backwards to the bed.

Calum entered the room and looked over at me and Gwyn confusingly. "What's happening?" he scrunched his eyebrows together and took a seat next to Gwyn. "We were just talking about Georgie" she sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. He frowned and looked over at me. "What are we going to do?" he asked. I shrugged and turned away back to face the window. "We could always go see her? We can prove to her that we were telling the truth the whole time" Gwyneth spoke after a while of thinking. I turned back around and looked at the both of them. "Do you really think that that would work?" I raised my eyebrow and Gwyneth stood up and started pacing up and down. "Yeah sure, we go to England, expose her parents for what they truly are, and can stay in my old house until she finally remembers everything" She smiles slightly, walking to her wardrobe and pulling out a large travel bag and beginning to stuff it with clothes.

"Well you can't go alone, let me come with you" I sounded kind of desperate, but I just want to see her again. I missed her already, and even if she isn't the same person she was before, I'm still in love with her. "Well if Michael gets to go then so do I" Calum spoke up. Gwyn turned away from the wardrobe and looked at both of us curiously. "Why don't you both come with me? Maybe seeing all of us will help her in some way" she asked, looking between the both of us. "I'm okay with that" I grinned excitingly. Gwyneth paused, staring over at Calum who stayed silent on the bed. "Cal?" She sounded slightly offended that he hadn't answered yet. He took several moments sitting quietly before he raised his head and looked over to Gwyn. "Yeah okay, sounds good" He smirked. I let out a sigh and laughed to myself. "Thank you" she grinned at him and ran over to the bed, jumping on him and hugging him tightly. I stood by the wall and watched them act like Georgie and I used to be. They still have each other, they're so lucky to be in love. If we all go and see her, maybe it she would remember everything and things would go back to normal.

"Get over here" Calum waved his hand at me and tried to get me to hug on the bed with them. I gave in after much persuasion and jumped on top of them, their arms wrapping around me and pulling me towards them. "I love you guys" Gwyn mumbled from under Calum's arm. They were happy, even after everything that's happened; they seemed to have overcome it and started to carry on with life, which is something that I wasn't quite ready to do.

After a while, Calum and I left, going back to campus and packing some clothes and essentials that we would need for the long flight to England. We all met at the airport a few hours later and waited to get on the plane. "What are we going to do when we get there?" Calum wondered as we finally sat down before take-off. "Well I want to slap her mum whenever I see her" Gwyn said smugly, watching out the window as the plane started to move. "Maybe that would be the wrong way to go about it. We want to be nice" I laughed at her. "Yeah well, if she steps one foot out of line I'll slap that bitch so hard, her ovaries with hurt" she gritted her teeth and started hitting the chair in front of her. "Um, maybe not that hard dear" Calum took her hands and calmed her down slowly, just as the plane was leaving the ground. I could already tell that this wasn't going to end well. But all I knew was that I wanted to see her, I want to be her friend again, I want to know how she was doing and to be honest, I just want to know who she is now. I hope one day things can go back to the way it was, and we can all be happy, but I know that will take a lot of time and effort, which I'm willing to do if she is. My greatest fear is that we'll find her and she won't want anything to do with me, she won't want me anymore. If that happens I don't think I'll know what to do with myself, life will become pointless again. I'm determined to make her remember, she can't keep living her life not knowing about everything that happened to her, she can't not remember she was in love with me. I refuse to let that happen.