NEVER CAN I EVER

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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Upon arriving home, I am not sure how to feel. It's weird coming home and not seeing my father.

Nothing seems to have changed as I make my way to the bathroom for a nice, long bath. Despite the current situation, this little bit of normal is calming and encouraging.

I reflect and attempt to put together all I've learned, and, for just a moment, I wonder if I ever want to remember what was once forgotten.

All it seems to do is cause problems and further ruin my life.

Is all this pain really worth it?

Either way, in the end my memories will return -according to Doctor Winston.

I slowly drag myself to my father's old bedroom, longing for his comfort. My heart twinges a bit as I remember his direct orders to never enter his room.

My hand pauses as it reaches for his door handle.

Should I disrespect him and go in?

I slowly dram my hand away with a sigh. Turning, I drag my feet lazily toward my white bedroom, a stark contrast to my overall attitude.

Falling back on the silk sheets, I force my eyes to stay awake for the fear of another memory.

I try not to think about the things I've learned about those four months.

I need to give my mind a rest.

Letting out a tired sigh, I reach over to the nearby table for my phone.

I haven't spoken to Hunter in a while. 

I dial his number.

"Yo?" I hear his deep voice answer.

"Hunter," I reply shortly.

My mood remains calm at his lack of reply. I wasn't quite sure what to say.

Why hadn't he visited me?

"Black," he snarled my surname. "Where the hell have you been?!"

I still, confused at his accusation.

"It's been months dude," he exclaims. "Amber and I have been worried. How did everything go? How did your father react?"

He didn't know.

Hunter had no idea I'd been in the hospital.

"Hunter, " I call cautiously. "Can I ask you a silly question?"

Should I really be going back on my word? I lay down on my back with the phone to my ear. I'm still getting clues on what happened without even trying.

What's the harm in just asking straight out?

"Sure, there wouldn't be any difference, " he jokes.

Is he saying that I always ask silly questions?

"Why did we think going after my father was a good idea?"

I hold my breath as Hunter falls silent.

Was I too straight forward?

"Are you serious," he asks slowly and softly.

He's in shock.

I don't reply as I wait patiently for him to continue. I am tempted to call his name when a minute passes.

Then two.

Then five.

"Hunter?" I ask.

What's wrong with him?

"I," he stutters out. "Did something happen?"

"I've lost my memory," I say bluntly, caving under the anticipation.

He's Hunter.

My best friend.

I can trust him with my life.

"I found out Oceana killed my dad," I continue stiffly. "She said he was a criminal: a rapist and an abuser. Is it true?"

I trust Hunter.

He'd never lie to me.

Ever.

He's smart enough not to.

I get up from the comfort of my white sheets and walk slowly to the kitchen.

I remain patient at Hunter's prolonged silence. Everything must have been a shock to him.

"Well," he starts slowly. "There was a girl in Oceana's class. We found out Xavier adopted her and made her his slave -this was after your mother died. He didn't tell you anything about it, but he abused her and hurt her at a very young age before kicking her out. She was adopted by another family about six months ago and she attended our school."

I remain silent, drinking in all the information; secretly, I know that I'm just trying to find an excuse to defend Cea.

Is this right?

Choosing a criminal over my own blood.

She is a criminal, right?

I saw her kill a boy with my own eyes.

I should hate her. 

I should stay away from her.

I need to focus on my father's business. Our business.

He's the one who has been there for me. Not her.

Even if he is a criminal. So is she.

Blood is important.

I have to push these feeling down.

Never Can I Ever allow them to surface.

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