What The Heart Remembers - The Heart #2 (Sample)

Chapter 5 - Part 2

Lacey

It was unbelievable. How could he do this to me?

I lifted my hand to my temple to try and contain the anger that I wanted to take out on Adonis. He was being so mean.

I had a hangover. I felt awful and it was hard to think with the thumping inside of my head. My body was sore and my mouth felt dry. I looked at the shirt I was wearing. It was one I recognised belong to Adonis. Where were my clothes?

Looking around the strange room I didn't see any evidence of the outfit I wore the night before. I wanted to walk out. I was so angry with Adonis but I couldn't be sure his threat was empty.

Closing my eyes I tried to remember back to last night but there was only a dark nothingness that told me nothing. I didn't want to even begin to figure out how I'd gotten into Adonis' shirt.

My parents did okay financially but my medical costs would bankrupt them. I still found it hard to believe that he would do that to my family if I didn't do as he wanted.

I bit my nail as I tried to think of how I could get myself out of the mess I had made.

A nagging voice in my subconscious echoed what Adonis had already said. I needed help. I had been struggling for months without any success in getting my shit together.

I wasn't happy about being blackmailed but maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe there was a way to get me back to who I was before the surgery. I let out a resigned sigh.

For a while I sat contemplating my options before I heard a soft knock at the door.  When I didn't answer the door opened slowly and my eyes met Adonis'.

He remained silent as he walked into the room.

"I've made an appointment with the specialist for Monday," he told me. I knew he was trying to help but being forced into something I wasn't sure I was ready for made me angry.

"Why?" I asked, feeling argumentative.

"I want to make sure you haven't done any damage with your excessive drinking."

I wanted to throw a comment back but instead I bit my lip and kept quiet. I couldn't argue that drinking while taking medication after brain surgery hadn't been my best decision. I could already hear the lecture I was going to get from Dr. Clarke.

"I've also got the name of someone you can talk to," he added. His gaze was direct and unwavering. Feeling vulnerable and guilty I dropped my gaze to the floor. It was easier if I didn't have to look at him.

"I've made an appointment with her for later on Monday,"

I was going to have to lie in a couch and spill my deepest most thoughts to a complete stranger. That sounded like fun. I clenched my teeth together to hide my frustration at being forced into it. I couldn't be sure his threat was empty and after everything I'd put my family through for the last few months I couldn't put them in a financial mess as well.

"Harp."

His voice pulled at something deep inside of me and I looked up to him.

"I'm not trying to punish you," he began to say. I couldn't stop the flare of anger that he was pushing me into this and I wasn't sure if I was ready.

"You could have fooled me," I bit back. He seemed to be surprised at my reaction.

"I want you to get better. I want you to be the girl I knew before the surgery."

His eyes softened and I got a glimpse of his feelings for the girl he'd lost in my memories, the girl I wasn't.

"You're doing this all so I can remember us so we can be together like we were before?" I asked watching him closely for a reaction.