Kai Parker One Shots

Chapter 37

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia.

No, no you don't.

And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you

Funny, that's what I'm trying to remember. Why would anyone want to forget anything?

"Lunch is here," a man sets a tray up in front of me and puts a plate on it. "He's still out there, sitting on the floor." He walks out.

If I could just remember, I would never ask for anything again. Why can't I remember? Why can't Kai help me try to remember?

"Ma'am, you need to relax. Your heart is beating irregularly quickly," a rushed voice says. Why can't I remember?

"She's having a panic attack," a nurse runs into the room as I hyperventilate. Why can't I breathe?

Kai's POV

She's having a panic attack. For the last week she's had at least one a day. She's not alright. How can she not remember?

The pictures that you sent me
They're still living in my phone

The only things keeping me sane right now are the memories of how happy Britt made me. The pictures we took together. I never thought I'd appreciate them this much. I never really understood what I had until I lost it all.

Britt's POV

When I open my eyes I blink to being the fuzzy figure into focus. "Kai," I whisper shocked that he's in the same room let alone holding my hand.

If today I woke up with you right beside me
Like all of this was just some twisted dream

I wish that this was all just a dream. I want to remember Kai, but I can't. It's like trying to know someone I never met.

"This is all my fault," his voice is dry, almost gone. His face is horrible; he looks like he hasn't eaten in weeks. And the bags under his eyes, they're enormous.

"Kai, I want to remember you, but I don't. Why can't I remember," I ask. I could cry at any second.

"I don't know," he mumbles looking at my hand as if it's the most interesting thing in this room.

"Look at me, please," I beg.

I'd hold you closer than I ever did before

I slowly sit up and cautiously wrap my arms around him. I really want to remember everything. I need to remember.

"I thought you were going to die," he mumbles into my neck. His lips brush against my neck and sends a shiver down my spine.

"I didn't," I tell him, running my fingers through his hair. So he could bathe but not eat or sleep?

"You almost did, Britt. And that's my fault. If I hadn't-if I hadn't looked away from the road you wouldn't be here," I put my hand over his mouth. I won't listen to him blaming himself.

"This isn't your fault," I whisper. I feel my gaze flicker to his lips before I feel a familiar need for his lips to be on mine. So I push my lips onto his and he stiffens. Finally, he reacts and kisses me back. This is familiar; this is good.

My hands find themselves in his hair while his pull me closer to his chest. I can feel his heart beating, another familiar feeling.

I pull away from Kai and rest my forehead against his. We've kissed before, I know that much. How much farther did we go? Did we...? His hand cups my cheek and I sigh, leaning against it. I just want to remember something; anything.

Suddenly a flash of something flashes before my eyes. The brilliance of Kai's eyes while he stared down at me while bringing me ultimate pleasure. I blink and the memory is gone.

A blush creeps up my cheeks as I realize just exactly how far we've gone. As I continue blinking, I notice him staring at me and the blush deepens.

"Kai," I ask. Please let me remember more. I need to know what led up to the crash.

"Yes," he answers, his beautiful eyes staring into mine.

"What happened that day," I ask. He flinches, but doesn't back away from me. That's good; maybe he's willing to talk about it.

"Volleyball conditioning," he kisses my cheek and forehead. More small glimpses pass through my vision. Me getting into the car. The sirens after the crash.

"I love you. My head may not remember you, but my heart does. I need you." I brush my hand down his sunken cheek.

"I love you too. So much," he kisses me again.