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Chapter Fifty Two

"Who are you?" I ask him.

"Tell me your joking? Please tell me this is a cruel joke, tesoro." He rambles pushing Amelia out of the way.

I sit up and look down at my legs which I couldn't feel. "I'm not familiar with that word; tesoro." I respond.

"Arabella he's the guy who saved your-." Another man says but is cut off by the strange man who was next to me punching him in the face.

He collapses and I gasp as well as everyone else in the room except the bleached blonde girl just having a disappointed look on her face.

"Figlio di puttana, vorrei che fossi tu senza la tua memoria! Vorrei non averla ascoltata e averti ucciso! Vorrei che tu non fossi mai esistito!" He yells at him on the floor. [Italian Translation: You son of a bitch, I wish it was you without your memory! I wish I didn't listen to her and just kill you! I wish you never existed!]

"Vincenzo, calm down." Amelia says, pulling him away from the man on the floor but Vincenzo pushes her away.

"I'm going to do what I should have done that day." He hisses pulling out a gun.

"Vincenzo, will you behave yourself? It's not his fault that she suffered from memory loss. It's yours. Everything that has happened to her, is your fault. If you never hired her you never would have fallen in love with her. If you were blunt with your feelings with her she never would have dated Francesco. If you died like the rest of your family she would have been fine!" Amelia screams.

He drops his gun on the floor and storms out of the room and the woman bleach blonde hair follows him.

"You expect me to believe that's my soulmate?" I ask with a nervous smile. The man honestly scared me. He had a gun! A gun! I'd never mess around with a man with a gun.

I attempt to get out of bed but I'm stopped by a woman in a doctor's uniform. "Listen, Arabella, I know what you just witnessed was all shocking but I'm going to need to run some tests on you to make sure you're alright."

"Alright? She can't remember Mr Varallo." Another doctor says.

"Well, I guess we know she has amnesia, Carl." She glares at him, which causes me to chuckle.

"I guess so." I smile.

"Do you remember anyone else that was in this room?" She asks.

"Well, I know Amelia," I answer, pointing to her. "But I don't know anyone else here."

"What is the last memory you remember?" The second doctor asks.

"I'm asking the questions?" The female doctor hisses. "Arabella, what's the last memory you remember?"

"Um, I think, when," I think back to the last thing I remember before sleeping. "Amelia, remember that time you threw a party in our room and refused to invite me because you still thought I tried to make out with your boyfriend? That's the last memory." I answer.

All eyes are on Amelia as she begins to blush. "It was a long time ago," She whispers, defending herself.

"Arabella, how old are you?" The female doctor asks.

"Um, I'm 17 years old, right?" I ask.

Amelia's mouth falls open followed by everyone else.

"No, Arabella you're 21. 21." The man who was on the floor informs me.

"Um, sure." I smile scratching my head.

"Can you hold this for me?" A doctor says handing me an apple.

I groan in exhaustion. "How long are these going to take?"

"We should be done in 40 minutes."

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Ugh, memory loss was a mistake. I'm about to make Arabella an annoying ass bitch.

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