The Day My World Crashed (SEQUEL TO MY NIGHTINGALE)

Twelve- Haunted Memory

Warning: Contains cursing and blood. You've been warned.

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Alison

SHOULD I AGREE OR SHOULD I JUST be stubborn and disagree. The latter option seemed difficult, and required frustration, but instead of agreeing to anything it would seem smarter to know what the condition is.

"What condition?"

"Well you can meet her as much as you please," He said and I contained my excitement because there was a catch after all. "But you will stay with me."

No. That's the immediate response that came to my brain, stay with him? As I remember he carved me, and even if that was old if he cared so much why was I found in a burning building with a serious injury that caused amnesia? I don't know who put me there and I don't want to stick around to find out and have it happen again. The same person may come to finish me off again, since that what it seemed like. I was put there to burn and die, simple as that.

"No." I said and suddenly the car sped up a bit, but I wasn't fazed. I stared death right in the eye after the fire and I wasn't scared to revisit and stay permanently.

"Why is that?" he asked noticing my expression.

"I was left to die in a burning house, and if I recall I was with you for the last couple years of my life, why should I trust you?" I asked him, and he clenched his jaw speeding up the car further but still I sat relaxed. "Speed it up more, if I die you're coming with me."

The car jerked to a stop and I put my hands on the dash board to stop myself from hitting my head. He looked at me in anger as he took his hands off the wheel making it travel to my cheeks, firmly moving my face to look into his eyes.

"You ran off, Alison. You said you were going out to Anne's house and I let you. Next thing I know Anne calls me to tell me you've been in a fire. So no, I didn't hurt you, nor will I ever again." He said, loosening his grip on my face, I looked at him in disbelief, obviously Anne was Maryanne. So, Maryanne lied to me in the hospital, pretending to be my friend. She knew I had amnesia and pretending to introduce herself.

"Hi, I'm Maryanne." The blonde woman said to me, looking at me in a friendly way. Her eyes flickered to me but I didn't notice it. I don't know her at all, no recollection at that moment but it seemed like she was testing the waters to make sure I didn't. How was I in so much trauma that I didn't notice the nervous look on her face?

"How did I know Maryanne?" I asked shakily as he looked at me confused.

"You don't remember?" He asked me and I shook my head at his confused look.

"Then why are you living with her if she's a stranger to you?" He asked and I didn't know how to answer his question, why did I agree?

"I'm not sure she seemed like my only friend when I woke up. I dont know why I just felt like I should trust her." I said and he shook his head a slight chuckle escaping his lips.

"You used to hate her, you know?" He said and I furrowed my eyebrows. I used to hate Maryanne? The idea was impossible, she was so nice.

"I did?"

"Yeah you used to tell me that your hated her and something was up with her." He said and I was glad he was telling me a bit about myself from before.

"When?"

"You told me when we laid in bed, you know after we-" He stopped in mid-sentence gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white, he looked at me with a pained expression.