Back Into Your Arms || Vicerylle

Chappy 3

Vice's POV

Shit! My head is still damn aching. Did I get into an accident last night? No, pretty sure I didn't. I don't have any scars and bruises and my body's still intact.

Problem is, where in the world am I? I'm lying on a bed with a room full of murals. I definitely appreciate the motif of the room. White, it suits the room perfectly. Anyways, where the hell am I, really?

I turned around,rubbing my temples, when I heard the door knob click. My eyeballs were about to jump out of their respective sockets when a woman wearing a dress, that just fell right above her knees, entered the room carrying a tray of pancakes and medicine. She shared the same identity with the woman I couldn't take my eyes off last night.

"W-what am I doing here?" I was rather dazed and confused, thinking of how my feet brought   me into her room. Well, probably they didn't. I was never sober last night, I certainly know I couldn't walk. The final thing I could remember from last night was when I sat down just behind a post nearby where my car was parked.

"Oh, sorry. I brought you here because you were unconscious last night," unconscious? "You passed out right in front of my car. I didn't know where you stayed so I decided to just bring you here in my condo."

"Wha-what? I don't remember passing out in front of someone else's car," I just decided to play her game of not knowing me at all.

"You were drunk, mister. How do you expect to remember passing out in front of my car?" simply logic, dumbass.

I quickly raised the blanket covering my lower body. I was definitely relieved seeing my clothes untouched.

"I don't take advantage of drunk people," she suddenly murmured as she laid the tray right above the bedside table.

"Of course, you don't. I'm just making sure. I've seen you in the bar last night, and I could definitely tell your paid to pleasure men who want to get laid," I couldn't stop my tongue from speaking. Those were harsh words, I admit.

"I am. And what I definitely did to you was out of pure kindness," I saw sincerity in those brown eyes that coldly stared at me.

"Don't you remember me?" my mouth suddenly burst out.

"Remember you? Well, as a matter of fact, I do," I raised a brow. "I remember seeing you in the audience in yesterday night's show. If I'm not mistaken, we even stared at each other for quite a few seconds."

Not what I expected. I expected her to say, 'Aren't you my ex-boyfriend? The one I left 4 years ago?', but shockingly, none of those words left her mouth.

"Errr...rather than that. Don't you remember me? From anywhere? Or as someone?" I tried my luck this time as I sat down on the side of the bed despite the pain my aching head is giving me.

"I'm sorry, but no, not really," she said as she poured water onto the glass she brough with her.

'What if I were to tell you, I was your ex-boyfriend?' Some kind of force stopped me from uttering those words. Something in my gut tells me that something happened between the span of four years and it isn't the right judgement to tell her that.

"Right," I was about to stand up when she stopped me.

"No. You stay in bed and eat. You'll have to drink medicine afterwards," she was like a mother giving commands (that will sure likely be for the good of her child).

"I'm a stranger. You don't know what I might do to you, and you're showing me this much kindness. I'm sorry, Karylle, but you're gonna get yourself harmed," I uttered with complete bitterness and disappointment.

"Wait, how did you know my name?" rather than pointing out other things that I have said, she decided to notice her name which accidentally left my mouth. Sucker.

"W-what're you talkin' about?" I tried to play innocent, trying to save myself from any more trouble.

"You called me by my name. I don't remember giving you my name," she said.

"Oh, I know that because I'm a person from your past," I didn't remind her that I'm her ex, but I still did give a hint that I was a part of her past.

"Wait, you are?" she sat beside me and I could see in her eyes excitement.

"I definitely am. Don't you really remember me?"

"I'm very very sorry if I don't remember you. You see, according to what I was told, I was caught in a car accident," my heart pounded fast.

"And anong konek?" I asked.

"I lost my memory," she smiled at me, as if it wasn't a problem.

She lost her memory, huh. Amnesia, in other words.

Wait.

SHE LOST HER MEMORY?!?

"Amnesia?" I asked her and she responded with a nod.

"That's why I'm smiling because I finally found someone to tell me something about my past!" she smiled wider and I was suddenly getting a peculiar feeling. "What did you say your name was again?"

She doesn't remember how much pain she caused me.

She doesn't even remember my name!

"Vice," I simply stated.

"Hmmmm....Vice?" she started scratching the back of her head. "It sounds rather familiar."

Well, I'm hoping she remembers.

"Are you like, my ex-boss or somethin'?" she did her wildest guess.

'More like your EX-BOYFRIEND,' I replied in my mind.

"Ummm...no."

"Well, whoever you maybe in my life, whether you like it or not you're going to tell me stories about my past!" she declared.

"Don't I really have a say on this?"

"I won't take it," she smiled at me and then offered me the food she brought a while back.