Remember Me

Chapter 3.

Chapter 3: Meeting the Face Toucher

I managed to prop myself up in the bed that had grown so uncomfortable almost to a degree of hatred.

My body ached all over. My arms were almost to weak to hold my weight. My legs were like noodles. My head was filled with a pain I'd never felt before.

The room was dimly lit only by the city lights of the outside world, but it was enough to see the things inside the room.

Teddy bears, flowers, and chocolate were over stocked in the corner of the room. The walls were an ugly shade of yellow. It wasn't even yellow, but more of a brown pretending to be yellow.

I realized I wasn't alone in the room. A man sitting in a chair was lightly snoring. He looked oddly peaceful even though his chair was too small.

I would of let him sleep, but I didn't know who he was, so I interrupted. I could of went with a light tap on the shoulder, but I would of had to got up from my uncomfortable bed. I grabbed the pillow from behind me and threw it the short distance. It whacked him in the head, his eyes fluttered open.

"Hey, you're awake." He smiled, then walked the distance from his chair to my bed.

His teeth were straight and white. I'd seen them somewhere, but I couldn't place a name with his pearly whites.

He was handsome. Blue eyes, jet black hair. He was probably in his mid twenties--way to old to even consider flirting with. He was dressed in a light blue shirt that was well fitted to him.

He was handsome, but what was he doing in my room?

"Who are you?" My question caused him to cringe.

"I can't keep doing this." He attempted to mutter under his breath, but I heard.

He put his head in his hands, and started rubbing his eyes.

I watched him for a while, letting him have his moment.

My first thought was that I should scream for help, there was a murderer in my room. Then I started thinking that he was too handsome to be a murderer. He didn't look at all crazy, only sleep deprived. Wasn't that part of a murderers trap though? To look appealing? Why would a murderer want me anyway? For my lifetime collection of bottle caps? I didn't think so.

He finally looked at me, then gently stroked my cheek with a weak smile. I could smell his cologne. It was a little too strong, but still smelled delicious.

I immediately recognized the face touching. He was the face toucher from my earlier times of sedation.

I slowly scooted away from him. I'd completely forgotten about the pain until it shot through the back of my head. I reached up to stop the stabbing. My arm was stabilized in a bright green cast covered with names of people I didn't know. Aaron, Gabby, Ivy, Maci, Dane, Justin, all names of strangers.

"Where are my mom and dad?"

His face went blank. He opened his mouth to speak, but it quickly shut into a tight line. I waited for him to reply, but the tight line remained.

"Umm." Was all he could mumble out.

"Where are my mom and dad? Caroline and Xavier Ross, where are they?" I asked, panic entering my voice.

His mouth opened then closed again.

"Who the fuck are you, and what the hell are you doing in my room?"

No answer, just a simple shake of the head.

"Are you going to say something? I'm scared, and you're not telling me crap."

My voice was angry, annoyed, and shaky, all at the same time.

"You're my wife."