Unconditional (Book Two)

9. Reverse Story Teller

Amelie's POV

"So Colin...Come on, if it is important don't just look at the floor, tell me!" I say with desperation, as Colin stops talking and looks down at the ground. He says he's been lying to me a bit and that there is something important I should know, the problem is that he looks so nervous that I bet he can't even manage to get the words out.

"A—Amelie..."

"Yes?" I continue, with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Do you remember once that you told me that I looked familiar, that you feel like you know me from somewhere, but you don't from where?"

I think about it for a second, as my eyes turn sideways. "Yyyyyeeessss," I say, nodding slowly. "I recall."

"And you told me that I remind you of someone that you don't know who it is, but you feel a lot of affection for?"

I nod my head, suddenly feeling a little confused.

Well...ummm...gosh I really don't know how to say this but...the reason why you feel that way is because...we did meet before, and I influenced your life in an enormous way..."

Ok...NOW I am VERY VERY confused.

"Amelie...this is not easy to say, to explain, but...some months ago, you were in a terrible car accident, and—"

"Colin what are you doing?" interrupts Beth in a little horror.

"She needs to know it Beth," he points, making me even more confused.

"But, but...we said we wouldn't tell her—"

"Tell me what?" I finally ask, a confused tone in my voice. "What car accident, what is all of this?"

Colin turns back to me, and takes both of my hands in his, as his shiny eyes look directly through mine. "Some months ago, you were in a terrible car accident, and..."

Beth, Clarisse, and Danielle are standing there, watching, horror showing on their faces.

"You don't remember anything but...you fell in a coma, and we thought you were dead for more than an hour. Well, then thankfully it turns out that you weren't, but the problem was that when you woke up...you didn't remember a thing. Some memories in your brain were no longer there, and those memories affected, were memories involving me. You knew who Clarisse, Beth, and Danielle were, who your mother was, but...not me, you didn't remember me."

I stay there, paralyzed, just listening to the words that are flowing out of Colin's mouth. "And...and...then who are you?" I manage to say, though I struggle for the words to come out of my mouth.

"Amelie," continues Colin, getting an inch closer to me. "I am your husband."

Jim's POV

I shoot out the entrance of my house, and start rapidly through the street to the mysterious, familiar house, this time with no hesitation at all. I feel the air brushing my face and filling my lungs, as it rushes in the space around me, the swishing sound of it playing in my ears, as my feet hit the ground hardly.

I feel shots of pain in my head as I get closer and closer to the house, as if something in brain is trying to free itself, and that every time I step closer to this house it gets closer to be set free.

I take one deep, long breath, stopping in front of the beautiful mansion that for some reason feels like...home. There is some part of me that is urging to open the door, and some other part of me that—I can't deny—is a little scared.