Remember Me

Pilot Chapter

World famous competitive figure skater Samuel Adair and his coach, Anson Taylor, walked side by side down one of the many streets of Manchester, England.

They talked idly back and forth, taking occasional drinks out of the hot coffee in their hands.

Anson looked behind him, with a confused glance, when he heard the sound of liquid spilling on the ground. Samuel was stopped dead in his tracks, his coffee now a mess on the ground. He was looking ahead, eyes wide, and a hurt expression on his face.

Anson turned to see what he was looking at.

Just ahead of them was Anson's daughter, more importantly Samuel's girlfriend, was kissing another man. The man's long bleach blond hair hid his face from view, but it certainly didn't hide his hand on Adrienne's back side.

"Adrienne!" Anson shouted.

The woman pulled quickly away from the man, startled. She looked at Anson and Samuel with wide panicked eyes.

"Who are they, Babe?" The nameless man asked, his arm now wrapped around her waist.

Anson stepped forward. "I'm Adrienne's father, and this young man," He gestured to horrified Samuel. "is Samuel Adair. He is Adrienne's boyfriend."

"Ah,so that's the "boyfriend" you mentioned once or twice." The man commented, raising his chin.

Samuel walked slowly passed Anson and closer to the couple, the closer he got the more his expression changed from horror to anger. He suddenly took off into a sprint and tackled the man to the ground, almost taking Adrienne down with them.

Adrienne stumbled out of the way with a gasp. She turned and could only watch, horrified, as Samuel punched her lover's face again and again.

Anson pushed passed her and attempted to pull Samuel off the man.

"Samuel! Samuel that's enough!"

People walking by stepped in and helped him pull Samuel off the man. Samuel struggled in their grasp and fought to get back to punching the man's face in.

More bystanders helped the man to his feet and away from Samuel.

Adrienne stepped in front of Samuel, forcing his attention onto her and away from her lover.

"That is enough! I won't stand by and watch you hurt my dear Seymour, you brute!" She yelled into his face.

""Your dear Seymour"?! I'm your boyfriend!"

The bystanders, now grasping the situation, let go of Samuel and backed away from the unknown blond man.

"You might be my boyfriend, but I love him too, Samuel!"

Samuel's face contorted with rage and sorrow.

"Well then enjoy your beloved Seymour, because I'm done!"

Adrienne's eyes widened.

"Samuel, what are you saying?" Her voice was quiet.

"You know exactly what I'm saying Adrienne! I'm done with all the lies from you! This is the fourth man I've caught you with now and I'm sick of putting up with it!"

Tears were running down Adrienne's face.

Samuel walked off without another word.

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Their fight was all over social media by the next morning and Samuel's phone had been blowing up with people trying to contact him, but, thankfully, it had finally died down after a couple weeks. The Grand Prix came and went, he didn't even make it onto the podium. But, that competition is what led to this particular phone call between Samuel and Anson.

"I got a call from someone who watched your final performance in the Grand Prix finales a few weeks ago. She said as soon as she saw you on the ice she knew she had to find you."

"Who is she?"

"Lilia Baranovskaya"

"Lilia Baranovskaya...? Hold on! As in former prima ballerina, Lilia Baranovskaya?!"

Samuel couldn't believe what he was hearing. He resisted the urge to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"The one and only" Anson stated. Samuel knew that Anson had that stupid smirk on his face right now. "She wants you to fly out to Russia and train under her."

Samuel couldn't form words, only managing to stutter nonsense into the phone.

"You have a private plane waiting for you at the airport. A shuttle will be by to pick you up in 3 hours. No one is to know that you are leaving. No matter your choice, I can't be your coach anymore and you are no longer welcome at the studio."

"Wait, what?!"

The line went dead.

Samuel shoved his phone into his pocket with a growl and immediately started packing.

Before Samuel knew it, he, his collie, and the essential items he would need were off to Russia.