A Virgin A Prostitute

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            🍭 Episode 12 🍭

                    Kate's pov

"Kate....... Am sorry about this. But, we are going back to Russia. This time, we are going to face whatever is coming for us. Let's go now!"

  Tell me am dreaming. My wish to see Eric came true and I guess uncle Andrew is at it again.

       I nodded my head and stood up.

   "Are we going now?" I asked her.

  "Yeah, I need to book our flight now" She replied.

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      I packed my clothes into my bag and my sister did hers. I looked around to see if there's anything left for me to take.

        "We need to leave here in three hours time. Uncle Andrew is coming to kidnap us by 10pm sharp and this is 5:55pm." My sister said and sat on the bed.

     "Then when are we going? By 8 or 9pm"

   "Let's say 8pm Kate, am sure you're super happy cause you will be seeing Eric again" She sighed.

   "Yeah, am happy but it still hurt that he doesn't remember me" I replied, sadly.

     "It okay, it just temporary. You gonna wait for him to regain his memory back"

     I looked at my sister in awe. Is this really sister Jane who had gone soft? Well I guess she has to be soft when it comes to Uncle Andrew.

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                 Eric's pov

   I got discharged from the hospital, and called the doctor to tell my parents to take me home which they did.

       "Son, are you sure of that? You gonna be okay alone?" My dad asked.

     "Yes, am gonna be okay dad" I replied and turned towards the exit.

   I stood up from the chair, looking round the whole living room with my pictures hanged on the walls.

       I really live in a big house. Do I even know my bedroom?

   I dragged my self upstairs and opened a room with medium size bed in the corner of the room.

   This seems like a guest room but that isn't my problem now.

  I took a long shower and tied myself with a towel round my torso and one on my neck. I got downstairs and opened one if my bags.

  I brought out a V-neck shirt and a jogger and wore it.  I went to the kitchen and stood there like an idiot.

      Am sure I don't know how to cook. I walked out of the kitchen and tried ordering pizza but sh*t! I don't have a phone.

       I grabbed a face cap and marched out if the house. I ignored the cars parked outside, if only I knew where I do keep car keys.

But I can't remember. My memory loss is one hell of a kind.

     I guess my amnesia was specially made for me cause I can remember having a company but can't remember having a home.

    I remembered my mom but can't remember my dad.

  I shrugged that off while I walked down the street. I got to a restaurant and a waiter appeared immediately.

  I ordered beef stew and rice with a flute of champagne.

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