Found My Disrespect

He's Guy Now

Still somewhere in Hawaii:

I grab handfuls of my hair and pull at them. I pretend that if I pull them the pain will help me remember.

"What are you doing?" Hoogie stares at me with general concern.

"I can't remember my name." I say slowly and silently.

"Oh? Is that all?" Hoogie laughs. "I can just give you a new name!" He smiles gleefully at me.

"You! What or who gives you the right to give me a name?" I narrow my eyes as a strange look filters over his face.

He leans in closer and says, "It's my island. You live by my rules." Our faces were almost touching and I couldn't bear it anymore. I tried to turn away, but he held me there. "I want to hear you say it."

I raised my eyebrows. "Are you freaking kidding me right now?" I gritted my teeth as he pushed our faces closer. The more I struggled, the tighter his grip became. "I'm not going to say that!" He said nothing and stared me down. My social awkwardness got the best of me and I sighed, "It's your island and I live by your rules." I roll my eyes.

"That's better." He pushes me away and I fall into the sand thanks to my tendency to become unbalanced.

"Owww!" I screech at him. He rolls his eyes and continues to look down at me. I help myself up and brush off the sand. I notice the beach swaying from side to side. "Woah! Is there an Earthquake going on?"

Hoogie laughs like a refreshing breeze. "No." He stops laughing and gently holds my wrist. "Are you okay?"

"No." I say faintly. "I don't feel so good." The beach disappears as I slip into a dreamless sleep.

...

Sunlight pierced through leaves straight into my eyes. I yawn and sit up. "Woah!" I cling on to the tree branch I am on for dear life. How did I get up here? I look around assessing my situation, but stop when I find Hoogie staring at me curiously. "Did you bring me up here?" I demanded.

"No, a pack of sea horses did." He rolls his eyes sarcastically. I grunt in response. After a few minutes of silence, Hoogie says, "Your new name is Guy."

"How original." I roll my eyes. Then quickly but gracefully Hoogie sat beside me on the limb that I clung to. He grabs me by the shirt collar which forces me to look at him. I gulp and say, "Guy is good." He nods in agreement, but doesn't let me go.

"Sorry about this." He mutters before pulling me up in sitting position to pushing me down against the limb.

"What are you doing!" I scream. He starts to unbutton my shirt. "Stop this!" I try to push him off of me, but he is stronger than me and I do not succeed. After he takes my shirt off, he points to a tattoo.

"Do you remember that?" He asks.

I ponder cautiously, but then shake my head.

"What about all of the scars beside it?"

The tattoo was on my hip and it was a dark red train with only three carts behind it. Besides it were evidences of old deep wounds.

"No." The word 'sister' comes to mind and I tell him. He hums in response and let's go of me.

"You yelled for your sister in your sleep." He says after a while.

"Oh?" Is all I said. I didn't want to know.