Damaged Goods

Time Lost

MARA'S POV

My eyes fluttered open and I looked around my surroundings. My head was spinning and I was so confused. What happened? Why am I in the hospital?

"Uh- hello?" I called hoping someone would hear my quiet voice. A nurse came around the corner as she walked up to my bed and looked at my chart.

"How are you feeling sweetie?" She asked as she straightened out my covers.

"Uh- I don't know why I'm here. What happened?" I asked with a confused look on my face.

"Oh, hun. You just had a bad night. Would you like to see you're visitors?" She asked.

"What visitors?" I asked looking at her.

"Your brother, Drew, Wesley, and Keaton? They're all here in the waiting room." She said motioning towards the exit of my room.

"Uh.. I have no idea who Keaton is and Wesley fucking Stromberg better not be here!" I said furrowing my eyebrows. She looked at me with wide eyes.

"Uh.. I'm going to go get your doctor and he can talk to you about everything." She said as she exited the room.

Fucking Wesley better not be here. Why the fuck would he be here? He's the asshole who has bullied me all through high school. Why the fuck would I want to see him? I'd rather die than see him ever again. Just as I was lost in my thoughts, my doctor walked in.

"Hey Mara. How are you feeling? I understand that there is a bit of memory loss." He said looking at my charts.

"Memory loss? No, I feel completely fine. I remember everything." I assured him. 

"Mara, why do you think you're here?" He asked sitting on the corner of my bed.

"I started bleeding at school and I passed out. Right?" I asked with an assuring look on my face.

"Uh.. sweetie that happened almost a week ago." He said looking at me.

"What? No, I remember it clearly. It happened like yesterday." I said confused as hell. Are they telling me that I've lost a weeks worth of memories? Am I ever gonna get those back?

"Do you want me to tell you why you are here today?" He asked taking my hand.

"Why am I here then?" I asked.

"You got very drunk with your friend, Lacey. She's in the room down the hall. You met some boys and they slipped a date rape drug into your drink which immobilized you completely. The boys then put you and your friend Lacey into the back of their vehicle and tried to kidnap you. Your friend, Wesley, very well saved your life." He said with a smile.

"What? Wesley saved me? That's bullshit. He'd rather see me dead." I said with tears running down my face.

"I assure you, he saved you. He followed the vehicle you were in and he called the authorities." He said rubbing his thumb on my hand.

"Why would he do that?" I asked confused.

"You two must have called a truce and became friends within the week you don't remember." He said.

"Yeah right. That's bull." I said crossing my arms.

"Would you like to see them?" He asked.

"I guess so." I said taking in a deep breathe. He exited the room and went to the waiting room. I sat there shaking because I didn't want to see Wesley. I hate him.

My brother appeared in the door way and he hurried to my side. He gave me a hug. Keaton followed him and then there he was. Wesley. He looked at me and smiled. I cringed and looked away.

WESLEY'S POV

She looked at me as I walked through the doors. I was so happy to see that she was okay. I smiled but she gave me a look of disgust. What the hell was that for?

"I must assure you that she does not remember anything that happened after the accident at school." The doctor said.

What? She doesn't remember us talking? She doesn't remember us becoming friends? I felt a pain in my chest when I heard she doesn't remember how we became friends.

"Why is HE here?" She asked in a sassy tone.

"You don't remember this, but you two figured out your differences and you are now friends." Drew said as he held her hand.

"What a fucking mistake that was. I'm glad I don't remember that!" She spat. My heart was aching so badly right now. Her words were cutting me like a knife. 

"Hey, Mara, be nice. He remembers and that probably hurt him." Drew said making me sound like such a pussy.

"GOOD. He deserves to feel hurt. Get the fuck out of here. No one wants you here WESLEY." She said glaring at me.

"Mara, please.. don't do this. We can figure everything out." I said walking closer to her.

"NO!!! GET OUT!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. I felt pressure in my chest and I could feel myself tearing up. I walked backwards and than ran out of the room. Why am I crying?! I'm not crying over a stupid girl am I?

I ran outside and got into Mara's car. She'd kill me if she knew I was driving her car now that she hates me again. I started the engine and drove home. I thought about ways I could make things better with her again. How did things get so fucked up?

I made it home and parked her car in the garage. I went inside and went into my room. I laid down on my bed and curled up into a ball. I can't do this. This hurts too much and I cant handle it. I went to my bathroom and took some sleeping pills. This would help me sleep for a long time. I don't need to be awake for anymore insults she has to throw at me. this gave me a perspective of how I was. It hurts to be insulted and I guess I understand why she had such hate for me.

In just a few minutes I passed out for a long time.

MARA'S POV

"Mara, stop it. He's different and he has the same history as you." Drew said.

"What history?" I asked. I don't know if Drew knew that dad beats me or if I told him in the time I have lost.

"His father abused him and Keaton too. You guys are so much alike. He just wants a new start. I've already assured him that he would be in heaps of trouble if he ever treated anyone else with such disrespect." He said holding me.

"When did I tell you that dad beat me?" I asked.

"When you were in the hospital. I saw the bruises all over your body and I thought Wesley did that, but he assured me it wasn't him and you told me that it was all from dad." He said.

"Oh.. Well, he's still an asshole. I hate him. He's gonna have to try a lot harder than some sob story to get me to like him even a little bit." I said crossing my arms again.

"We will work on it. But, for now, you need to rest. We are all going to go home and we will be back tomorrow to bring you home." He said getting up.

"I'm still living at dad's though." I said.

"No, you're not. We moved you out of there a week ago. You're living with me, Keaton and Wesley now." He said. My eyes widened.

"What?! You moved me in there with him?!" I yelled.

"Mara, shut up. Get over it. Get to sleep." He said as he left the room with Keaton following behind him. I glared at him as I laid down and covered myself in the blankets.

What a shitty night already. I don't remember half of it and now I find out that I'm living with fucking Wesley.

Fuck my life.