Tainted Hearts

Chapter 16

When I awoke I found myself lying on a bed in an unfamiliar room. I had a terrible headache and couldn't remember a single thing.

What was my name?

I couldn't think at the moment clearly.

The door opened and a man stepped on. He seemed to be in his late forties or early fifties. He brought in a cup of orange juice and a plate of bacon and and eggs. He set it on the coffee table beside me and silently let tears flow down his cheeks.

"I hope someday you can forgive me. For not protecting you enough, your mother would be ashamed me" as he hung his head low.

Who was this man?

Why couldn't I remember him?

"Your alright. Hey, don't cry" I said as I awkwardly hugged him.

He hugged back tightly and kissed my cheek.

I rightly smiled t him and sighed.

"Do you know why I can't remember anything?".

"You were in a coma. You were in the hospital for two years," he said carefully and gently.

I was in a coma.

How did I get into a coma?

I feel like there's something he's not telling me.

"What is my name?" I asked while eating a piece of bacon.

"Clara Lynn Stevens," he said while zoning out.

"I have a few more questions. Who are you exactly?".

He then sat on the love seat across the room and coughed loudly.

"I'm your father, Michael Robert Stevens. Your mother's name was Victoria Wesley. You have no siblings, you are an only child."

"Is she dead, Victoria? I mean." I asked while fumbling with the food on my plate.

"She got breast cancer shortly after she had you. Her body wasn't strong enough to fight the cancer and she died. She was a tough woman but she wasn't able to beat the cancer," he said while he wiped his tears.

"The thing is though that I'm terribly sorry. But you have no clue for what I'm sorry for because you can't remember anything. So, it's pointless in even trying" he said while he hit his hands on the couch repeatedly.

I got up and sat next to him on the couch.

"Dad, this is a better situation because I can't remember a thing. We can start over. Fix our mistakes from the past. Learn lessons, and try new things. I can be a better daughter and you can be a better father."

I grabbed his hand and giggled at him.

"Please say yes to this. This will make everything much better," I begged him.

He smiled and abruptly hugged me.
I smiled as he then ruffled my hair and walked out of the room.

Maybe this was a good thing. Start fresh and create a better image for myself.