Stole My Heart In Greece

Chapter 22 : I DON'T KNOW!!

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Kate POV :

"Thanks Dr Carlos. So Tuesday, next week, 11.35 am? Okay that's great. Thank you for all your help!" And with that, I hung up. I sighed of relief. I definitely wasn't pregant. Me and Clara used 3 different tests and they were all negative. But however, there was something wrong with me and I needed to know what it was. I placed the phone down and sighed again. I was just about to curl up in bed when I heard panting and quiet sobs in the next room. Amber. 

I jumped out of my bed and ran to Amber's room. I opened it to see the dress I bought for the wedding and pictures that were once blue tacked to her mirror spewed across the floor. She had her head in her hands and she was crying. I ran up to her and sat next to her on the bed. I pulled her into a hug and she leaned on my shoulder.

"I remembered Kate." I raise my eyebrow and she leans forward and grabs a photo off the drawers. It was the photo I took when she was choosing her dress for the wedding and this was the dress she chose. "This dress, is the same dress behind me." I looked behind her at the tattered dress on the bed and sighed. "Robbo. It was the wedding. He was best man. I was dancing with Andrew when the DJ told us to swap partners. Robbo was mine. He started dancing with me and then dragged me out of the hotel and took me to an alley. He started questioning who Andrew was and why I was with Andrew and not Robbo.Started saying all this crap about me being his. He didn't like that I was defending myself so he pushed me, making me fall. Then sooner or later, he hit me with a plank of wood numerous times, even on the back of my head. That's when I blacked out." She wipes a tear away from her eye and looks up at me and smiles.

"You know, you should really tell the police and the doctors back in England. This could get Robbo arrested you know? That's domestic abuse. But I'm really proud you have remembered something, even if it's not the best of things to remember. I mean this, this could lead to you remembering you and Andrew. Then you could start to remember me! Not being pushy or anything. But this is great!" I say. She smiles and a knit together my brows.

I remember that day we were finishing unpacking her stuff. I found a note in one of her drawers that was from Andrew. Suddenly, a light bulb appears above my head and I walk towards her lingerie drawer. I open it and go through all her lingerie until I find the note. I smile and hand it to Amber. She looks up at me in confusion.

"This is how Andrew asked you out. The second time, not the first. You wanted him to think you didn't get the note because you didn't want to date so you hid it in that drawer." I explain. She raises her eyebrow and holds the note up infront of her, taking her eyes off me and staring at it. She reads out what the note says in a faint murmur then looks at it in confusion.

"I can breifly remember it. But not that much. Just when I walked to the door and picked it off the floor to read it. But that is it." She replies I sigh and close the drawer. I walk around the bed and stare at the dress. It looked so beautiful on her. How could Robbo do this to her and get away with it? She had to tell the police. Robbo needed to be arrested for this. 

"Where do you want this dress? Are you gonna keep it? I doubt you could wear it again." I ask. She gets up and opens her wardrobe. Her eyes look down at the big white storage box at the bottom. She puts it on the bed and opens it. This was a box she bought to store all her Greece memories in. Although, she never filled it that much since she moved here. All that was in there was her work uniform she stored in there after the Miguel incident. She takes out the uniform and hangs it up in her wardrobe. Then she points at the now empty box.

"In here, if you will. I need a shower. Tonight, could we have a girly night in? You know, to bond all over again. And maybe you could share with me some of our amazing stories as best friends? You know, to try jog my memory?" She asks, hope glimmered in her eyes. I smiled and folded the dress up neatly, placing it in the box. 

"Of course Amber, that would be lovely. Miguel said something about helping his brother out with some paint work in his café so it would be just the two of us. I'll go out and buy the piggy out snacks for us whilst you shower!" I say. She giggles and walks out of the room and into the shower. I had to tell Andrew. He deserved to know that she remembered the reason she was in this state. At the moment, getting the justice that was deserved was a lot more important than buying snacks that would rot your teeth. I slipped into my shoes, walked out of the front door and knocked on Andrew's, within minutes, he answered.

Andrew POV

I open the door to a stunned Kate and sigh. Her eyes weren't puffy but she looked concerned.

"Hey, Kate. Want to come in?" I ask. She smiles and nods. I close the door behind her and sit on the couch. She sits next to me and sighs. "So, what brings you here?" I ask and turn to face her. She smiles.

"Well a certain someone remembered quite an important event that needs to be shared." She replies. My mouth drops. Could it be? Could she actually remember more of me? I raise my brow for her to explain further. "She remembered what Robbo did to her, the night you found her in an alley. It really shocked her." I sigh. That was quite important. More important than me, I think. 

"Is that all she could remember?" I ask. She nods and a look down and shake my head.

"It is quite vital information for the police. They can proceed with finding Robbo and arrest him or whatever. I know you were hoping she'd remember more of you, but trust me. This is a good thing. This could lead to her finally remembering you. Since, you are kind of the reason she was in England. Just give her time Andrew. She'll soon remember." She says with an understanding tone. I smile and stand up and walk towards the door. She gets up and follows me. "Where are you going?" She asks. I ignore her and open the door, walking out. I walk around the gate seperating our two gardens and unlock Kate's door with my spare key. "What part of give her time don't you understand?!" She yells. I cough and walk in. I see Amber on the couch. Her recently showered hair dripping onto her shoulders. She was in her pyjamas and surfing the channels on the tv. She looks up at me and smiles. I close the door behind me and sit next to her.

"Hi, Andrew." She says. I roll my eyes and pull out my wallet, pulling out a photo of us I kept in there. It was a photo we took together at the reunion. I admired it for a while then handed it out for Amber to take. She stares at it then switches off the TV. She takes it out of my hands and looks at it. She runs her thumb over it a few times and looks at me. She pulls a sympathetic smile and shakes her head.

"I know that this is the dress I was wearing that time when we walked into a ballroom together, but that is as much as I can remember from that night. I'm sorry Andrew. I truly am." She replies. I hold back my tears and shake my head. She holds the photo out to me to take back but I push it back.

"No, you keep it. Try to remember." I say. She smiles and I get up to walk out of the house. How could she not remember more than just us entering a ballroom? She had to remember our dance together. She had to. It was a perfect moment. I walk towards the door and put my hand on the door handle. I sigh. This angered me. I've lost her so many times, there was no way I could lose her again. I turn back and march angrily towards Amber. She looked up at me, surprised.

"How could you? You've managed to remember some sly ex. But you can't even remember me? I've tried being calm about this. I've tried. But this is too much. I want you to remember. I can't bare the fact that you might never remember me!" I yell. Her eyes fill with tears. I step back and realise that I've hurt her. She stands up infront of me.

"Can't you see? I'm trying Andrew! I'm trying my hardest. But if this is how you react when I can't remember you, then maybe I just shouldn't remember you at all. I'm done." And with that, she storms past me and runs up the stairs. 

Great job Andrew. You've lost her. And hurt her. Again.