Forget You

No Memories

SCOUT'S POINT OF VIEW

Melly snapped out of her trance about an hour later, and she was crying. I held her to me and comforted her as she told me how terrifying what she saw was.

A few minutes later, Devan stood in the doorway.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

Melly nodded silently, avoiding eye contact with him. He sat down on her other side on the bed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"I'm sorry you had to see that. I always try to keep things like that away from the house. Are you sure that you're okay?"

"Mhm." She nodded. "But is there any chance of keeping Nate out of the house for a little while?"

"I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you."

"You should take a nap. I'll send Will in to take a look at you."

Devan and I stood up and Melly lay down in her bed, hugging a pillow tightly.

When we got into the kitchen, I asked Devan, "Why does she want Nate out of the house?"

"Melly doesn't really mind seeing people get shot or when they have a very severe injury, but she can't stand the thought of someone being blown up," Devan explained. "She doesn't really like Nate at all because of his obsession and kinda avoids him. Nate knows that and he does his best to not make her interact with him. I'm sorta that way with Owen. I don't know how he can cut someone up like the way he does."

I laughed a little.

"Why is that funny?"

"Because I am the reason he does that."

"What?"

"I'm the one who took his family and gave him the debt that was left by his father. You know the scar on his forearm and on his hand?"

"Yeah."

"I threatened him by telling him that if he didn't bring the money then I would kill him by cutting him so that he would die slowly by loss of blood."

"He told me that it was one of Meselva's top men that did that to him."

"Men or women."

"You were one of Meselva's top people?"

"Yes, and I still am."

"Well tech-" He cut himself off by muttering something about it not mattering and instead headed out into the living room.

"What were you going to say?" I asked, following him.

"Nothing. It about the things that you don't remember and you wouldn't believe me anyway."

"I'd rather have you tell me and have me deny it than you just leave me hanging like this."

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Yes." Though now I was a bit hesitant.

"You're the heir to the gang."

"What do you mean?"

"I know that you're Meselva's daughter."

"How do you know that?" I panicked and didn't try to deny it.

"I was told last November."

"Who told you?" I was now angry.

"You wouldn't believe me."

"Who told you?!"

"You did."

"Liar!"

I tried to run, but Devan quickly grabbed my waist and held me back. I kicked and screamed at him to let me go, but didn't do what I asked. So I elbowed him in the face and he let me go.

"You're lying!" I shouted at him, backing away. "I would never tell anyone anything like that."

"But you're not denying it," He pointed out.

"I can't wait to take over the gang so I can kill you."

"You're closer to that than you think."

"Shut up! I hate when you say things like that! They make no sense!"

"You can't be yelling at me. You're the one who said that you wanted me to tell you." He was trying not to raise his voice.

"I was thinking that maybe you could tell me the truth!"

"The truth is that you have amnesia for the second time in seven months."

"What?"

"You have had amnesia before you woke up with it in December. You were mistaken for someone and brought here. You didn't remember anything about your life in a gang. But you remembered everything again in November but then you got amnesia again."

I shook my head. "You're making everything up. You've probably rehearsed this so you can tell me without messing up so it sounds believable."

"I'm not making it up."

"You're so deep in it that you believe your own lies."

I walked away after saying that and went to my room. But I didn't stay there long; I eventually wandered out and went out onto the roof of the house. I lay near the edge, watching everything that was going on below, tossing stones off every so often to freak out the people walking around.

"The men would prefer that you don't throw rocks at them," Devan said as he joined me on the roof.

I didn't respond.

He sat down next to me and put his hand on my back. "I know that you don't like hearing what happened because it's probably scary."

Before he could say more, I threw a stone over my shoulder at him, satisfied when he winced.

"You know how childish that is?" He asked.

"I don't care."

He then pulled me up so I was sitting next to him and facing him.

"Scout, you should be beginning to remember things by now. Have you remembered anything?"

"No, I haven't and I'm pissed about it."

"Have you even tried to do something to help you remember?"

"What can I do? You keep me penned up in the house because you think I'll run away if I'm allowed outside unless you're with me."

"You know why I can't let you out on your own."

"Because I can't be trusted. And you're right."

"So it's not entirely my fault."

"Most of it is."

"I'll admit to that."

"So can I go do something on my own?"

"I can go with you."

"No."

"Then I guess you can't go do anything."

"Is there not any possible way that I could go anywhere on my own?"

Devan though for a moment. "I might have something."

"What is it?"

"I'd have to check it out first."

"For now can I go to the range?"

"Sure. Let's go."

I rolled my eyes, but didn't argue.

I followed Devan, ignoring his request to me walking next to him, until we entered the range. I was impressed by what they had, all the options for targets and weapons.

"Why do you have a bow and arrow?" I asked Devan again because I hadn't heard his explanation last time.

He took a breath, looking sad for a moment before answering, "It's for decoration."