Dark and Dirty Like You've Never Seen

Forgive and Forget ... Or Not

Lacy and I had made our way to the local coffee shop. We stood in awkward silence, waiting for our drinks to be called. She insisted on paying for mine. Once our drinks were in hand, we took a seat in the leather chairs in the corner. She was hesitant to talk to me and I wasn't really sure what to say either. She finally broke the silence though she still seemed unsure of herself.

"Are you ok?"

"Um, yeah I guess so. Just having trouble remembering some stuff."

"So you remember me?" She perked up a little. I don't think I could get used to letting people down like this. I hated hurting everyone's feelings.

"We'll, not really. I was cleaning my room and found pictures of us. Your name was on some of them. I recognized you from them but I don't really have any memories. I'm sorry..."

"Oh..." She sighed. It almost sounded like relief. "Will any of it come back? Your memories, I mean." She sipped slowly from her iced latte.

"Eventually yeah. The doctors said it will come back in time. I should get most of it back." I was trying my best not to act weird around her. I'm guessing we were best friends at one point, or so the pictures in my room proclaimed. I wanted to act as normal as possible but it was hard when you were sitting down for coffee with a complete stranger. What do you even talk about? "Sorry if you stopped by the hospital at all. I guess I was out for a few days."

"No, no. It's fine. I ... well I can't lie to you. I never actually stopped by. That's what I was hoping to talk to you about but if you don't remember it's going to be a little complicated." She curled he legs up under herself as she got comfortable in the chair. I had a feeling it was either going to be a long story or another hurtful one. Probably both.

"What do you mean?" I asked. This time I was hesitant as I took sips off my hot coffee. She wasn't really looking at me most of the time and I started to tense up for another shocking story. It was frustrating having someone else tell you about your own life, especially when it only seemed to consist of drama.

"Well ... ok, so a while back you and I had an argument. We don't actually talk any more. That's why I was so nervous to come and talk to you. You don't remember it now but when you do, I'll completely understand if you don't want to talk to me anymore."

"Let me guess, more boy problems." I said, sighing. How many people do I have a problem with? First my dad, then Frank, now Lacy. I looked at her and saw she looked a little confused. "Sorry. I didn't mean to sound so shitty; I've just had a really long day."

"It's fine. What do you mean boy problems?" She seemed to lean closer to me. She must have noticed as well because she shook her head and leaned back in her chair. "God, I'm sorry. That's not what I came here for. Listen, I need to tell you now before I change my mind. I did a lot of mean things to you. Horrible things. I'm the reason you broke your hand... er, shit. Do you remember that?"

"My dad told me. You did that to me?" I asked, shifting in my seat.

"No! No, it's just I could have stopped the fight with Aaron but I left you there. I know you don't remember now, but when you do I am so sorry. I also wanted to apologize about Aaron."

"Who's Aaron?"

"Right. He's this really big asshole that I was friends with. He's the guy that broke your hand. He also did a lot of other things I knew about it, but I didn't stop him. I'm just as bad as him. But what he did to you that day at school... I know you don't remember and I just can't bring myself to tell you. I just want you to know that I had nothing to do with that. I haven't talked to him since that day. I know that you still won't want to talk to me, but I just wanted to let you know I acknowledge what I've done and I am truly sorry."