Runaway Love

Twenty Nine: I Can't Remember

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Tambre

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"Where is he?!" A voice shouts. My head feels like it's being split in two. A seering headache. How long have I been here again? I can't remember.

"I don't know." I cough out. A finger digs into my bullet wound and I cry out in pain.

"Where is he?!" I'm yelled at again.

"Who?" I ask. 

"Jett Rowan!" The same voice shouts. I think there is only me and him in this room. I can't tell my vision is too blurry.

"I don't remember him." I let my head drop in despair.

"Don't Lie." 

"I'm not. I do not know a Jett Rowan." I admit.

"You were seen with him the day we captured you." THe voice tells me.

"You should have asked who he was before you beat me senseless. I don't remember who he is. How is he important to me?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"He's your significant other." The man tells me. Significant other? Like my boyfriend? Now I really feel bad for not remembering him.

"Maybe I'll remember if you give me some pain relievers and a sewing needle and thread to fix my BULLET WOUND!" I challenge. My challenge is accepted by a plastic rod to the stomach. 27th time in the past 15 minutes.

"I swear to you I do not know anyone by the name of Jett Rowan." I seeth for a final time.

"Alright. We'll get you some pain relievers but they better bring back the memory that was beaten out of you.

"Thank you." I spit. The plastic rod digs into my stomach one last time before a metal door slams shut and I'm left in the dark.

Where am I? I can't remember.

How did I get here? I can't remember.

I can't remember who Jett Rowan is. 

I can't remember.