Love Me Back

Chapter 5

A/N - Responses from readers are my only motivation and is what keeps me writing. I really would like your thoughts on the story, suggestions on what to improve and what you'd like to see. Please do leave a comment and vote. Thank you. 

Excuse the spelling and grammar mistakes. I'd written this chapter in a rush. 

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“You alright?” Dean walks over, my head is throbbing violently and taking in my surroundings I realize in his bedroom. A bedroom which was once mine. I sit up slowly, visions of the attack blurring my sight, I jerk my head to the side to make sure I am not in the middle of nowhere and no one is behind me.

“You’re okay Jess” he sits down on the edge. The last thing I barely remember was passing out when he tried pulling away from my arms.

“Wh…What happened to the guy?” I question fearing he might be out there ready to attack me again, I clench my fingers around my stomach needing to throw up, climbing off the bed hurriedly I rush into the door that leads to the bathroom and throw up barely clinging on, my eyes burn feeling his fingers caressing my skin while he holds my hair back. 

Dean slowly bends and lifts me to my feet helping me to the basin. “Why don't you freshen up then I’ll get you something light to eat?” he pulls out a new brush and leaves me alone assured that I wouldn’t topple over if he lets go of me.

I brush my teeth quickly then wash out with mouthwash wanting to get rid of the bitter taste, as I look in the mirror I seem so different to what I looked like this morning. I seemed like some beggar that’d been dragged by the hair, a purple bruise was forming on my forehead and my cheek. There faint scratch marks on my neck trailing down to my collar bone, unwillingly tears burn my eyes and slowly slip down. I don't stop them instead cover my face and cry needing to let it out of my system. I desperately wanted Dean to comfort me, I wanted his arms to wrap around me and hold me. But this man…

My knees buckle and I fall to the ground crying for the loss of my husband, the loss of my marriage, my love… I needed him now more than ever. But he didn’t remember, he’s there but so far away. I’m in the bathroom that I once shared with him, in the same house I shared with him… Damn it! How am I supposed to continue living this lie?

“Jess?” Dean knocks on the door breaking me from my thoughts, I press my eyes closed rubbing my face, wiping away the tears. I didn’t want to appear broken and weak especially not before him. I need to be strong for myself, if I have to save my marriage, my husband then I need to be strong.

“Ye…Yeah?”

“You alright in there? Or do you need any help?” he asks gently reminding me of the man’s voice I loved. He’d spoken to me like that all the time before he lost his memory, but after that accident he’d changed… “Jess?” he calls again when I didn’t respond back.

“Um… Just a minute” I reply trying to gather myself together.

“Alright, I’m waiting by the stairs. I’ve laid out some clothes of mine on the bed if you’d like to get changed” he informs.

“Okay, thank you” I call back turning the tap and wash my face with cold water. Once his footstep retreat I slowly open the door and find the room empty, a part of me is glad because I need the space, I needed to clear my head.

A small smile comes to my lips seeing the t shirt he’d laid along with a track suit which would be far too large for me. I might seem like an average sized woman but compared to my husband I was tiny, I just about manage to reach his shoulders despite being 5ft 6.