Memory Lost

Memory Lost - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

She awoke moments later lying back on the sofa with a cold wet cloth on her forehead and Davy and Jordan looking down with concern in their eyes.

She tried to rise up but Jordan pushed her shoulders back down to the couch saying, “You little lady need to lie down for a little while.”

Tate turned around to look at her from his place across the room, when he heard Jordan’s voice but he didn’t soften his scowl or relax his crossed arms.

Davy whispered to Jane, “Don’t worry, just rest. You are safe here.”

Tate quickly turned away from her and retreated to his bedroom mumbling, “We don’t need this right now…”

“But now, we do need some answers,” Jordan said. “like who you are?”

Jane thought for a few seconds, searching her brain and coming up with nothing. Really? Her name! How hard could this be? She must have a name, but right now she was a woman without a name: A Jane Doe.

Jordan and Davy were staring at her, expecting a quick response to this usually easy question. They needed an answer so, “Jane” popped out of her mouth before she could truly decide if it was a good idea to tell them the truth or give them this fake name.

Call it “once bitten, twice shy,” but she was having trouble trusting anyone. She had a few questions that she would work on answering before she gave them too much information.

First and foremost, she wanted to try to find out why Davy haven’t called an ambulance or offered to take her to the hospital if he was so worried about her health and safety. He also could have offered to contact someone she knew for her. But no, he quickly whisked her into his apartment. He seemed nice enough, but she felt that her best choice was to try to find the answer herself rather than ask him directly. If he knew she was suspicious of his actions he might react unpleasantly.

She was also wondering… Her train of thought was interrupted by the guy who seemed to be the spokesperson for the group.

“Well Jane, it is nice to meet you. I’m Jordan and you already met Davy. Jax is in the kitchen and Tate, well Tate went back to his room.”

Davy, Jordan, Jax, and Tate, she could remember that. She sat looking at Jordan and Davy expectantly, as if to say, Ok, what’s next?”

Oh no, they would ask her to leave. She really had no reason to stay. Then she’d be right back in the situation she had been in before she met Davy. She had to stall. She must have looked scared or sickly or something because the guys were looking at her with worried, almost pained expressions.

Except Jax, he was purposely headed toward her with a relaxed, loose limbed gait. “So Jane, what happened to your head?” he asked.

She noticed that Jordan and Davy flashed him annoyed looks.

“Oh, I hurt it.” She said, and to prevent them from asking any more questions or asking her to leave, she quickly added, “And thank you Davy and all of you for letting me rest here a minute and to show my appreciation, “I’d like to do something for you.”

“No,” they said in unison.

“Really, I could clean or cook or something. I know how.” At least she hoped she did.

“And just how are you going to do that when you faint trying to cross the room?” Jax asked with a hint of humor.

“You’re not well enough.” Davy said.

“You just lay here and rest.” Jordan added.

“I’ll heal,” she said defiantly. “I was fine before I bumped my head,” she assumed. “I just need to regain my strength. I must have lost a lot of blood.” At the word blood, her stomach did a flip-flop and she grimaced.

“Rest,” Jordan insisted as they all quietly slipped from the room.

She wanted to yell that she didn’t need more rest, but the blanket and sofa were so warm and comfy that she felt herself giving in to sleep as her empty tummy protested with a loud growl of hunger. She didn’t care with sleep so close… 

Tate watched unseen from the doorway of his room. He had a bad feeling about letting her stay with them. Who was she exactly? Where did she come from? Didn’t she have a family and friends or a job? How could she just neglect it all? Wouldn’t someone miss her? He would have to find a way to get her out of their apartment and out of their lives soon. There was too much at stake.