Replay: Amnesia | BOOK 1

Chapter 2

You decided to take a leap of faith and type in the address. Taking a deep breath, you turn and follow where your phone leads you, butterflies swarming in your stomach. Ten minutes later, you're standing before a building with a Closed sign in the door. You rush up to it, the red paint old and chipping, and try to peer inside. There are lace curtains blocking most of your view, but you can't see anyone in that room.

You dart around to the side, a cold breeze beginning to blow and you shiver slightly. You've never been one for the cold.

You stiffen as you realize you've found something else about yourself. Will all your memories come back eventually?

There's a side door in the small alley with the address on a metal plate, the address you're looking for. You slam your hand against the door, praying someone is there, when you hear someone walking up from your left.

"You tryin' to get in there?"

The voice sends a chill up your spine as you turn to see two big guys lumbering slowly toward you. One is wider at the waist while the other is tall, all skin and bones.

"Ain't seen nobody come out of there all morning," the tall one says, shaking his head as he staggers up. You take a step back. "Shame. That pretty lady locked herself in all night."

Pretty lady?

The door suddenly swings open just as the pair reach its threshold. A very pretty woman steps out into the daylight and takes a gander at the two guys, eyes darting to you quickly. She winks in your direction.

"There you are, Roxy, I was about to go mad with worry. You know creeps roam around this side of town."

Fatty grimaces at the jab. "Who you callin' a creep, missy?"

"Yeah," Malnourished chimes in.

She grabs your wrist gently and pulls you to the door, glaring daggers at the guys. "Got two loaded guns in my shop and one more in my bra. Don't mess with me, or your brains will be splattered all over the walls."

The guys grimace and back away, fear obviously shining in their eyes. The woman pulls you in the rest of the way and shuts the door behind her, locking it.

Her deep brown eyes narrow as she looks you over, her soft-featured face shaped like a heart. Deep brown hair falls to her shoulders in curls, tanned skin making her all-the-more gorgeous. She wears tight-fitting denim pants and a loose sparkly shirt that shows off her curves. You're awestruck.

"I'm glad you're okay," she says, wiping her hands on an apron on the counter next to her as she walks deeper into the room. You two are in a kitchen, vacant and smaller than it seems. "Us girls have to stick together."

"Now," she says, pulling herself up onto a counter and watching you carefully. "What brings you here? I wouldn't have opened my door if I didn't hear those two guys. They're rather harmless but dangerous to any girl who can't hold her own."

For a moment, you can't find your voice. Shaking your head, you produce the paper with the writing on it.

"I woke up this morning not remembering anything. This was the note I found and the phone that had been next to me, and it's mostly empty, but I know it's mine."

Why am I telling her all this? You wonder as she reaches forward to take the paper. Can I trust her?

You press your lips into a line as her demeanor changes, brows furrowing. There's something in her eyes that gives off a knowing vibe.

"There's blood?"

You nod. "I couldn't find any cuts or scrapes on me, but there was blood on the table beside me, too. I don't know if it's mine, but it seems highly unlikely."