Amnesia

Chapter 12

*DANIEL*

There, I said it.

Lana stared back bewildered. Did I fuck this up? She wasn't speaking. It's like time froze or something. I didn't know how to divert the situation. I was praying she felt the same way but how could she? She doesn't even remember me. I'm just a stranger.

Her emerald green eyes shone bright, they were mesmerising. I wanted to stroke her raven hair and run my fingers through it. I resisted the urge to look down at her body, wrapped in silk. She was mouth-watering. As I scanned her surprised expression, my eyes landed on the little scar on the side of her head. Cautiously, I raised my hand and gently skimmed it with my index finger. She didn't move a muscle. I wanted to know how it happened. What hurt her or who hurt her.

Her lips parted and a syllable left her mouth.

"I-"

"Found it!" Sammy yelled from the other room. Damn it, boy. I squeezed my eyes shut, frustrated by his bad timing. I stepped to the side and let Lana walk past, I got a whiff of her fragrance. Sweet and strong, just like her. I followed her into the living room; Sammy sat between us the cheeky monkey. 

The movie Sammy picked out was 'Jumanji'. It didn't take long for the pizza to arrive,  we ordered pepperoni. I offered to pay but like always Lana tried to argue back. As Sammy and I finished off the pizza I noticed Lana picking at the only slice she had. She was nibbling on the pepperoni. I frowned. Taking a better look she appeared much thinner, her collar bones were sticking out and she had dark baggy circles under her eyes. I watched as she forced the last bite down, Sammy was too into the movie to notice. We watched in silence, and by the end, Sammy had fallen asleep, his head rested on Lana's lap as she stroked his hair. I imagined my head on her lap, her fingers running through my hair. The feel of her touch. I shook my head, getting rid of the thought. I switched the TV off and carried Sammy up to his room with Lana following close behind. She tucked him into bed and kissed him on his forehead.

The more I observed her the more I saw little flickers of her old self. I was desperate for her to come back to me, to remember. I knew it was hard, living an empty life. Well, I could only imagine. She was clueless and needed help. Maybe instead of focusing on the old Lana, I should help the new one. She needed me, she had no one else. Helping her would be difficult, she was secretive, hid things even from me. I never fully understood her purpose or her goals but she seemed like she was chasing someone or....someone was chasing her.

With a new purpose, I was determined to help her. She was still Lana, memories or not.

Too deep in thought I hadn't noticed Lana stumbling towards me, weak and tired. I looked up from my daze and instantly she fell right into my arms. Swiftly, I picked her up bridal style and walked to her room. She was breathing heavily and clenched my shirt tightly. She felt so light....too light. I wondered if she was eating right or even eating at all.

If only she opened up to me but deep down I knew I was, in fact, the one pushing her away. I mentally cursed myself for being such a dickhead. I set her down on top of the covers but she wouldn't release her grip. I tried to release her hold on me but her fingers wouldn't budge. A soft moan escaped her lips along with a cry.

Fucksake.

I got in beside her and pulled her close to me. She buried her head on my chest and threw a leg over mine. I shut my eyes and exhaled deeply, I tried hard not to get turned on from the sight of her body draped over me. We never had pushed past the boundaries of kissing. Then the thought of Max hurting her entered my thoughts. My brows furrowed as I couldn't help but imagine it all. Her cries for help, his evil smile.