Memory Loss

Chapter 3

Authors Note: Warning for the start of this chapter.

"I don’t love you, I never have loved you.  In fact I hate you.”  Lydia screamed at David, they were stood in their flat having yet another argument.  It always ended like this, every time they went out, the night always ended in an argument when they got home.  David smirked at Lydia as she carried on screaming at him in anger.  He stepped closer to her, until he was stood mere centimetres from her.  She stopped, the look on his face caused her to stop screaming.

     “I don’t care if you love me or not, the only thing I care about is… well everything but you.  Do you really think I keep you around because I love you or like you.  Ha you’re an idiot.  The only reason I keep you here is for the sex, merely because of your body.  It’s not the best I’ve seen but it’ll do, it’s quite nice to have sex on tap.”  Her hand flew up and hit the side of his face, before she even had time to think of what she was doing.  They both froze, it was one thing to shout at him, but it was a totally different story if she hit him.

 

     She glanced over at the door to his right, before looking back at him.  They were both breathing heavily, trying to work out the others next move.  So Lydia quickly made a run for it, she was nearly at the front door, before she was grabbed from behind.  He lifted her from her feet, carrying her to their bedroom.  He threw her on the bed and smirked down at her as she shuffled further away from him.  

     “That was a bad move Lydia, you know how much I like pain during sex, you should have waited.”  She pulled her legs to her chest, trying to protect herself in some way, but there was no protecting her from him.  She’d never be protected from him, she’d never be rid of him.  She had come to accept it, this was her life, she was condemned to a life in fear and pain with David.

     “Lydia wake up, it’s ok it’s just a dream.  Lydia… Lydia.”  She shot up, panting heavily.  Gary looked at her and could see her eyes were wide, almost with fear.  He stepped closer to her, but Lydia moved away.  It was almost like she was in a trance, she was still trapped in her dream, or rather a nightmare.  “Lydia it’s ok, it’s me Gary.  I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”  Lydia looked up at Gary and realised it was just a nightmare, but it wasn’t, it was real life.  It was another flashback,  two weeks after her first one.  They had been coming more and more often, but they all consisted of David.  

     She had realised she hadn’t seen her family or friends in about two months, he had kept them away from her.  David had isolated her from everyone, so she was all alone, so the only person she had was him.  Because of that she had relied on him, which was one of the reasons why she had stayed with him.  There was another reason, it was nagging at the back of her mind, but she had yet to remember it.  The bed dipped as Gary sat down beside her; he wrapped his arms around her slowly and carefully, so as not to scare her.  She leaned into his side, already feeling much safer and more at home.  She knew Gary would be wondering what all these flashbacks were, so she decided to tell him.  She picked up the pad and pen from the bedside table and began to write.  

     She told him everything.  How David had isolated her from her friends and family, so all she had left in the world was him.  How he used to beat her, ridicule her and make fun of her.  How he would use her for sex, he would expect her to be up for it whenever he wanted.  He would expect her to be waiting in bed when he got home from work.  She told him everything.  Gary was shocked, he couldn’t believe someone would do this to her.  What had she ever done to deserve this.  She also told him there was something keeping her there with him, but she hadn’t remembered it yet.  Once she had finished telling him everything, he was silent.  He just wrapped his arms tighter around her and held her to him.  She was thankful to him, she had wondered what he would say.  Whether he’d be sympathetic or try to understand, but she was glad he had said nothing, only comforted her.