Amnesia

Chapter 7

Hi guys! I promised you a 3,000 word update didn't I? Yes, yes I did. Well guess what- I have changed my mind. Instead of one 3,000 word chapter it will be split into three parts/chapters just because otherwise it would be an info-dump.

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Chapter 7

“Mum, I’ m gone” I called out as I pulled on my platform heels. Insert sigh, I didn’t like this- I didn’t like it at all. We had been arguing for over a week now- she didn’t want me out clubbing on my birthday, she wanted it to be ‘family’ day. I don’t mind family but come on; a girl can go out clubbing on her 22nd birthday if she wants to!

I suppose my attire was a tiny tiny bit inappropriate, but hey if it annoyed her I was all in- I was dressed in a micro dress, like seriously it was like I wrapped a bandeau around myself, and a pair of stunning 7 inch platform heels. I pulled my phone out of my bra, yes you really can do it in real life, and double checked the venue. Everything was set up for my plan- tonight was the night to either break my heart or make me relax.

I heard the faint click clack of heels through the open window- Amanda. I stuck my phone back in my bra and rushed outside. I gave her a quick look over. I give her props- she looked amazing, just like I had planned. You see I had done some research- it turns out that men were more attracted to women they had been with (well if the woman was any good in bed), and since I hadn’t slept with Luke I was hoping this would be a good tell-tale sign of his cheating on me.

My eyes settled back on Amanda’s face and she gave me a fake(ish) smile “hey Lexi! You look ah-ma-zing! Happy birthday! We are going to have the best time ev-ah” and yes she called me Lexi, oh god I hated that name so much, and yes she really did pronounce the word ‘amazing’ and the word ‘ever’ that way.

I was on the edge “thanks and you know I hate it when you call me that” I gave her a hard look and her smile dropped. She let out a little sigh, turned and started strutting towards her fancy ooh-la-la car “fine Alex go ahead and be the party pooper on your birthday, actually you know you’re not even that you are a killjoy”. And no I am not emphasizing the word ‘strutting’ and my name to be a frickin’ drama queen- that’s just how she speaks.

Nothing happened for the next twenty minutes, literally. Oh come on, don’t look at me that way you know what I mean. Nothing equals boring stuff in the world of Alex. I guess I sort of drifted off. Drifting off is very dangerous for me. When I drift off for longer than two minutes I go into ‘Alex depressed’ mode- and that mode is no good.

When I was a cutie pie little girl I had a best friend. Adorkable right? He, yes he was a he, was like a prince out of a fairy tale and sometimes I wonder whether that was all he was- an imaginary prince since he was so ‘perfect’. No one can be that perfect- we are humans we have to be imperfect.

His name was Finn and he had the shiniest green eyes and the most adorable dark hair ever. He was two years older than me and one day when I came home, his house, he lived next door, was empty- lifeless. I never asked anyone in my family what happened and they never told me- it was sort of an invisible line that no one had enough courage to cross.

Amanda cleared her throat and the sound bought me back to reality. I turned towards her and gave her a small nod- even though at that point she wasn’t very high up on my list of trusted people she was still my best friend. And as my best friend she knew when things like that came over me and gave me a moment to compose myself.

She opened her door and stepped out. I counted to ten in my head- this was it. And stepped out of the car. Amanda pressed lock and we headed towards the club.