Amnesia // l.r.h

Chapter 9 - "The Talk"

*Luke's POV*

Peyton pulled her hand away from mine. I got worried. Was she mad at me? I was scared to know if she was. She just looked at me for a second, as if she was trying to think of what to say, or she was trying to remember something.

"Who are you?" She finally asked.

"Peyton," I cried, grabbing her left hand in mine and entwining our fingers. Again, she pulled away.

"Y-you're serious," I put my hand back down at my side.

"What's going on with Peyton?" I asked Paisley, "is she okay? What happened?"

"She was in a car accident. She got hit on Yellow Hill. The guy was drunk, which is usually the case. The doctor told us she lost her memory of the past ten years, but luckily nothing else is hurt. She thinks she's nine and that its 2006. He told us it would be at least two weeks until she gets her memory back, or it could be up to six months, if she ever does get her memory back. We need to tell her things that have happened in the past ten years and surround her with familiar things.."

"I-" I paused I didn't know what to say to that. My Peyt didn't remember me? What was I going to do?

"I'm sorry, Luke. I know she doesn't remember you, but hopefully, she will. I can't promise that she ever will remember the first three years of your relationship, but hopefully if she never remembers that, you can still make more memories."

"Yeah, I guess," I nodded, trying not to cry.

"I know it hurts, Luke. That's three years of your relationship gone out of her mind, at least for two weeks, but maybe forever. I'm really sorry."

"You don't need to apologize. It wasn't your fault. Nothing was your fault," I assured her.

"I just want you to be okay," she put her hand on my shoulder.

"And I just want Peyton to be okay.." I sighed. Paisley, Linda, and Maria all backed out of the room and gave me time to be alone with Peyton.

"Peyt, babe, I know you don't remember me and don't know who I am right now, but my name is Luke, and I'm your boyfriend," I smiled at her.

"Boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend!" She looked at me with a disgusted face. Paisley had mentioned about her thinking she was nine and that it was still 2006.

"Yes, Peyton Claire, I'm your boyfriend. Remember that you're nineteen, not nine. Also, it's 2016, not 2006."

"Sorry," she pouted, "but why do I have a boyfriend?"

"I don't know.. You love me, I guess," I laughed slightly.

"How long have we been boyfriend and girlfriend?" She wondered.

"We've been together around three years."

"That's a long time," her mouth hung open.

"Yeah, it is. I guess you love me enough to be able to have dealt with me for that long," again, I laughed. She just looked at me.

"Peyton, I love you, and I know you love me, but you just don't remember me. I'm okay with that right now. I'm just really worried that you won't ever get your memory back-"

I was interrupted by the door to Peyton's room opening. The doctor walked in, and I could tell by the look on his face that something wasn't right.

"Doctor, what's wrong?" I asked him, looking at Peyton worriedly, "is there something wrong with Peyton? Did you- did you find something else with her?"

"Well," he started, looking between me and Peyton, "are you Peyton's boyfriend?"

"I am. I'm Luke Hemmings," I smiled at him.

"My name is Dr. Grabb, and could I talk to just you for a second, sir?"

"Of course," I nodded, walking to where he wanted me to walk. We stayed in the room, but we just got farther away from Peyton. Maybe he didn't want her to hear right away.

"Mr. Hemmings.. I have some news that isn't very good," he paused, making me nervous. He kept talking after a few seconds, "I have to ask.. Did you know that Miss Gray was pregnant?"

"I-" I stopped. What? Did she know and just not tell me? Or did she not know either? I got worried, "no, I didn't know."

He sighed, "well, I'm sorry to say that it seems she's had a miscarriage. With the crash, well, it was too much. I'm sorry."

"Thank you, Doctor," I smiled, trying not to cry. Even though we didn't plan on having a baby, it was still upsetting to know that we lost a baby.

The doctor placed his hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me. He smiled a sympathetic smile and walked out of the room.

I was left in the room, sobbing. Why would this happen? It's all too much, and I can't handle it. First, Peyton loses her memory, and now we've lost a baby?

"Luke..." I hear Peyton's soft voice say my name. I turned around to see what she wanted.

"Yes, Peyton?" I asked, trying not to cry while talking to her. I walked closer to her.

"Why are you crying? Is everything okay? Is there something wrong with me?"

"Peyton.. Do you remember getting 'the talk' with your parents?" I asked her. I have no idea when she was told, but I was hoping it was before she was nine years old or that she at least remembered it. She nodded, and I was relieved.

"Well, before the crash, you were pregnant. Now, you're not. We lost a baby, our baby," I bit my lip to stop me from crying. For the first time today, I saw Peyton cry.