Young Adult

Chapter six - King designs

[two months later]

It's been two months already ... and nothing has changed.

Well my room is beautiful and my wardrobe has significantly improved, I almost threw up when I saw my store brought Louis Vuitton.

But Mr Reed has barely been home, he has mainly been working at his new branch as it's brand new and apparently at a very fragile phase at the moment.

The only person I've really talked to is Mrs Jackson our housekeeper, Mr Reed comes home for dinner and breakfast and we've had small conversations but other than that I haven't seen him.

I've asked to go to work but apparently I'm now unqualified for my job if I can't remember anything from my degree or work experience, has no one ever told him about learning on the job? He doesn't have a degree either.

The worse part is that I'm not allowed to drive, as apparently being in two car crashes in the last six years - where both have resulted in long term amnesia - means I'm not allowed to drive anymore according to my husband.

I've basically been an in progress Stockholm syndrome case, that is until today ...

Mr Reed has left a 'very important' document at home, this is a regular occurrence that Mrs Jackson would normally deal with. But unfortunately she has a cold and someone has unfortunately given her drowsy medication and now she's fast asleep on the couch ... How unfortunate.

Luckily I'm here to save the day, with Uber deluxe - because I'm a hostage not a savage.

I found the building complex easily, but had to ask a security guard for help finding the exact office. Surprisingly I became very nervous as I approached the door, I wrapped a silk scarf around my face so that the receptionist wouldn't recognise me.

I got through level 2 of security by saying that I was here for the meeting earlier but left my car keys here, weirdly she brought it.

I hid behind some pillars and potted plants every time I passed someone by, the office was a large multi floored space - it was very spacious and open. I don't get why Mr Reed won't let me work here, judging at some of his worker's art I'm better than most of them, I mean I don't have a degree right now but I still got accepted into most Ivy League schools.

"Addison?"

Crap.

I turned around so see who was calling my name, there were two people walking over two me waving, a man and a woman.

"It is you Addy! How have you been? I heard that you were in a car crash a while ago, I messaged you ages ago but you never responded to me, I asked Ezra and he just said that you were fine but needed some time to recover. Are you coming back soon?" I got bombarded with questions by the man but all I could do was stand there and smile awkwardly.

"This may seem awkward but what are your names again?" They stood there confused before I spoke again "for the foreseeable future I don't think that I'll be allowed to go back to work as I kind of, maybe ... forgot my memories." I grinned nervously.

"What!" They both exclaimed, "how?" They asked, "um so I got into a car crash when I was eighteen and forgot all my memories," they both nodded meaning that they knew about this already "so when I was in that crash a couple months ago I kind of forgot all my memories between them and now and can only remember up until my first car crash."

They both paused, stunned at my predicament. "I'm actually speechless, wait so you don't remember me or her?" The guy asked, I shook my head "were we close?"

"Of course! Without trying to sound too cliche we're your best friends, unless you didn't actually like us but you probably did." The man answered, "sorry for asking for your names if we're friends, but what are your names?"

They both huffed, "I'm Kelton, this is Lyn. Don't worry about her, for the moment I think she's too stunned to say anything - she should be fine soon I hope." I smiled "I'm Addison, wait sorry you already know that obviously."

The girl Lyn looked like she was going to cry, "are you okay then, what about your husband, where are you staying?" Lyn finally spoke.

"I'm staying at his, I mean our home. I'm in a guest room." They both digested the situation again, "okay, putting aside my hundreds of other questions for the moment, why are you here? Is it okay for you to be here?" Kelton asked.

Before I could answer a figure emerged from behind home to answer that question "no she's not, she should be at home."

Crap.

I smiled obnoxiously and turned to face the very angry Mr Reed.