Lost

Chapter 9

Chapter 9 

"What did you mean?" I asked after a few moments of silence. "When Stacie asked if we were dating, what did you mean by 'You could call it that'? Were you just saying that?" I asked. 

"No. I just thought that after what happened earlier, it sort of went somewhere." She picked at her fingernails. 

"Oh." Was all I said.

"Was it not like that for you? Shit, I'm sorry, it totally blew my mind that you had a thing for Stacie." She wouldn't look me in the eye. 

I pulled in the shoulder and killed the engine. I faced her. 

"You're right." I'd decided that when we first got in the car. I may have not made of move, but Stacie hadn't either so it all couldn't be my fault. "About Stacie. She's not worth my time. And it was like that for me, about us." I was babbling again. 

Ginny smiled, leaning in to kiss me. I kissed her back.

I knock on my window startled us. I peered out. It was a police officer. I rolled my window down and kept my hands on the steering wheel. I didn't want any trouble. 

"Oh, hey Jake." Officer McGee said. I was relieved. Officer McGee was one of the police officers helping with my dad's case. 

"What are you doing out here?" He leaned in my window, glancing at Ginny then back at me. 

"We were just talking." I told him. "Have you heard anything?" 

"No, Jake. I'm sorry. There hasn't been any updates, but we're trying our best." Officer McGee said. 

"Yea, I'm grateful for that. Thanks." I said, I felt a little embarrassed to be talking about this in front of Ginny. 

"Get on home." He patted me on the shoulder and got back in his squad car. He pulled off, beeping the horn as he passed, and disappeared around the curve. 

I started the car and drove off. Ginny didn't speak and neither did I. 

I guess we were official. It was surreal. I was about to slap myself in the face. 

I found a girl who had no memory and the first thing I do is makeout with her and tie her down. This is not protocol. She should have been taken to the police, questioned, kept safe. Not sexually harrassed by an awkward teenage boy still going through puberty who I'm sure she would never have talked to otherwise. 

I didn't know what to do. I was stuck. She didn't want the police but as long as she stayed with me, the more intimate we would get. Probably. 

I sighed. Ginny held my hand. The sun was setting and the sky was turning purple and orange. 

We got home. Mom was gone. She'd left a note on the fridge saying she got called in to work. Ginny and I haven't spoken a word since Officer McGee drove off. I didn't know what to say. Things seemed complicated. 

I went upstairs to take a shower and Ginny followed me. We got to my room and she began to undress. I blushed and turned away from her. 

"Jacob." I heard her tiny voice say. It sounded so sweet. "I've decided, that until I get my memory back, I'm just going to start over. Forget trying to remember and just," She sighed, "start over." I could picture her face, looking down, a small crease between eyebrows that would be plunged down over her mysterious eyes. 

"Are you sure that's what you want to do?" I say, not turning to face her. I feel her hand on my back. I closed my eyes at her touch. 

"Yes. I'm pretty sure that whatever past I lived that landed me stranded in the woods with no memory wasn't a healthy life. It could be a blessing that I don't remember." she laid her head on my shoulder. 

"Well, if that's what you want. You can stay here for as long as you want." I say, turning to face her finally. She was dressed in one of my T-shirts only. It was adorable. 

I held her hand in mine and looked in her eyes. She looked so vulnerable. Like she was giving up. She looked grateful to give up. 

She kissed me and I hugged her tight around the waist. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but what guy could resist comforting a beautiful, lonely, vulnerable girl? It was like a guys dream come true, having a girl suddenly want him in every way. 

I felt devious. Alone with a girl in my room while Mom was gone. We were touching each other all over, admiring the feel of skin on skin. We were on my bed, kissing, touching, whispering little sighs pleasure into each other's ears.

I had planned on taking a shower and going to bed. Instead we spent 2 hours just touching and caressing each other, grateful for the human contact, the affection of the opposite sex. 

Ginny knew me in a way no one ever has and I knew her in a way I've never known anyone else. I thought it would make things complicated between us, but it made things easier. I felt things I never knew a body could feel.

I was just suprised I even dared to do the things I did. I guess I grew a pair finally. 

I kissed Ginny goodnight and went downstairs to sleep on the couch. I really didn't want to, but if Mom came in and saw us in the bed together she would probably be pissed.

As soon as my head hit the pillow I realized just how tired I really was. I didn't even turn the TV on before my eyes drifted closed and my mind engulfed in unconsciousness. 

I dreamed of Dad. It was the first time I had dreamed of him since he died. I'd had nightmares when he first died. But this was just a regular dream. Visions of my father getting shot in the head, or attacked my a mugger, or hit by a car leaving his head 20 feet away from his body didn't appear. 

It was just a dream of us going hunting. Ginny was in the woods again and this time it was Dad that tried to help her. Asking her what happened, taking her back to the house, telling me to get a wet towel for her. 

When I'd returned with the towel Dad and Ginny were laughing about something. It was so casual. I noticed Ginny's mouth was covered in dark red blood. Then I looked at Dad and his mouth was covered in blood, too. I handed her the towel but she didn't want it. 

Ginny kissed me on the cheek, leaving a bloody lip print on my skin. She didn't smell like the Axe shampoo. Instead she smelled like a rotting corpse. It was so strange. 

This dream felt so real, but my consciousness was slipping back when I heard the kitchen door slide shut and footsteps racing up the stairs. I woke up and wiped my eyes. 

Was I dreaming that part? What the hell was that dream about anyway?

I heard the sink upstairs running. I went to check out what was going on. Ginny was leaning over the sink, washing her face. Blood was running down the drain. 

"What happened?" 

"Nose bleed again. Sorry for the shirt." She said, rinsing her mouth. It didn't seem like the blood was coming from her nose but I didn't ask about it. She faced me and I seen that blood was smeared and caked into my shirt she was wearing. 

"Must have been a nasty nose bleed." I said. This didn't feel right. 

"I'll live." She said, taking the shirt off, exposing herself shamelessly. I could feel my throat getting blochy red but I didn't turn away. I kept my eyes on hers, althought it took everything not to look down. 

"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice sounded huskier than what I wanted.

"Yea. I'm fine. Everything's okay now." She said, hugging me before finding another T-Shirt of mine and crawling back into my bed. 

I went back downstairs and checked my phone. No missed calls. It was 3:28 in the morning. I set my alarm for 4:30 and went back to sleep. 

This time I didn't dream. I was hoping my Dad dream would finish playing out. I didn't know if I was creeped out or intrigued by that dream. 

2 hours passed by quickly. I felt like I'd only been asleep for a couple minutes. I went upstairs and Ginny was asleep. I put on my camo and grabbed my gun and boots as quietly as I could and went downstairs. 

I put my phone in my pocket and tied my shoes then headed out. Mom still wasn't back. Hunting calmed me because I had to focus on a certain thing and not worry about the frustrations back at my house. I liked Ginny, alot. I just didn't know what to do about her.