Living For Tomorrow

CHAPTER 14

Grace

I can't help but observe my surroundings and all the beautiful houses as it seems like we've entered into some kind of gated community.

"Am I rich or something?" I ask Zach as he pulls into the driveway of a house that's almost identical to the rest.

"Honestly I'm not quite sure," he responds "I thought that your family was like every other average family finance wise, but just right after you got into the accident they moved here."

The more I hear the less I know. How would they have been able to afford my medical bills and buy a new house if we were just an average family, this is all too confusing.

I want to let my suspicion take the wheel and ask more questions but I decide to leave it alone for now.

Zach parks right behind my parents and turns towards me, "You ready, I know that this may seem like a lot to take in right now so just trust that I'm here for you ok, always." He reassures as he leans in to peck me on my lips.

Unlike the first time ,I'm kind of taken aback by this and I jolt away from him. I soon curse my involuntary actions when I witness his face completely drops. I try to apologize but he stops me before I get the chance.

"Grace it's ok, I get it you don't have to explain yourself,". He hurriedly remarks, clearly more hurt than he's letting on.

"I may not remember what it's been like to spend the last 2 years of my life with you but I can 100% tell that I was a very lucky girl to have you. That's why I feel so stupid for being the reason that you've only looked at me with such a hopeless look in your eyes and worry weighing down your brows. I can tell you're terrified and I'm just as fucking scared ,maybe even more ,so just know that no matter what we're in this together Zach, always."

By the time I'm done speaking I don't recognize my own voice because it's filled with emotions towards Zach that I've yet to feel. It kind of scares me that deep down there's someone, a part of me, that's hopelessly head over heels in-love with the person in front of me and I feel guilty. I've just single handedly committed plagiarism because those weren't my words but a copy and paste of hers.

My mother interrupts our intense gaze by knocking on the window of the car.
"Is everything ok in there, we've already unpacked the cars but we're waiting on you to come out. "she finishes impatiently.

Zach comes out first so that he can help me out of the passenger seat and into a void of more unknowns.

My parents and Zach carefully lead me through the front door and into the most gorgeous entry way. I stand there in a moment of complete shock as everyone else around me busies themselves with carrying various items upstairs to where I assume my room is. Everything in this house seems so expensive and untouchable, my scruffy shoes feel unwelcomed on the clean white marble floors and as my eyes scan the surrounding rooms nothing feels like home, there's no sense of familiarity.

I take it upon myself to venture out into the house and admire the beautiful art that decorates the walls of each room, the delicate vases that my curious hands are itching to touch and longing for that moment, any moment, for something, anything to light a spark in my memories.

At some point I appear in the kitchen, I notice both of my parents having a debate and before I make my presence known I hide behind a corner to listen.

" When do you plan on telling her Will, she's a very smart girl and sooner or later she's going to start asking questions."

"Honey, Grace needs more time. We cant just come out and tell her everything right this instant, she just got out of a 2 month long coma for heavens sake." My dad rebuttals.

The feeling of someone's hands wrapping around me from behind takes my attention away from my parent's conversation. "Are you ease-drooping." Zach ask with pure amusement lining his voice. I spin around in his arms causing us to be chest to chest, " Maybe I was just a little bit, I'm only looking for some answers." I respond instantly blushing as I look up to him and realize how close we actually are. There's a moment of uncertainty where I can tell what he's thinking but he decides otherwise and moves a strand of hair out of my face and behind my ears instead.

"How about you leave your parents to their conversation and let me take you to see your room." Zach suggests. With the nod of my head he takes a hold of my hand and leads me up the stairs to the first door on our right as soon we reach the top. "Do the honors."

I nervously wrap my fingers around the door knob and open the door. What do they call it when you feel like something has happened already, OH!! dejavu. As I step into the room and assess my surroundings the strangest feeling of familiarity rushes over me, the room is painted in the most beautiful olive green and its decorated with gold accents, potted plants and everything rustic.

*Green..... I like green*

"When I found out that your parents were moving I made sure that I replicated your old room as best as possible." he pauses for a moment to take in my reaction. After some time of us just staring at each other Zach continues, "Its nothing really, you're doctor said that familiar settings would help with your memory loss." He finishes whilst blushing. " And before you ask, we didn't know for sure if you'd lose your memories, it was all based off of possible outcomes and suspicions so I wanted to prepare for anything."

I can't help but look at him in awe as I listen to his cute rambling, unconsciously I find myself smiling until it turns into a girly giggle. Zach looks at me in utter confusion but I quickly decide that actions are better than words right now so I hug him.