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Chapter three

It is the wedding day. My wedding day. Grandfather didn’t approve the flashy dress. Instead, I am in a long sleeve gold brocade wedding dress. It was fancy and I did not mind changing that dress at all. It brings back memories I don’t want to remember. “Do you miss Hailey Harold take Mr. ..” urrg it the vows part. I need to say “I do” all the crowed started laughing and I just realized that I have answered before the priest finished his sentence. “Do you.” “I do” Jonah interrupted. Thank you Jon I really didn’t think I will ever feel this way but I am extremely grateful.
“You may kiss the bride” can I take that back? I really don’t want us to reach this part. I felt him peck my lips so slightly and it was over. It is done? I am married? What happens next?

It has been a week since I got married and I have seen Jonah zero times since the wedding. I am still having courses on different topics which I was interested in before I lost my memories. I also started an extensive training in business management and negotiation. The training is eight hours long and it contains every single detail with life examples from grandfather’s company. I am expected to become a trainee in our company within the next six months.
I also have never seen his girlfriend. She never came to the house, as he never did.
I have an apartment in the town center. It is big enough for three to live there. At first, it made me feel lonely. As lonely as I actually am. Nevertheless, when I am there it feels like home more than this unwelcoming house. When George first took me there it was creepy. He said that I lived there before the accident. That I chose this place rather than being with my grandfather.
“Who are you?” a man’s voice pulled me out of my daze. I was attempting to make some food. Yes, I am learning how to cook multiple cousin in a professional school, I am supposed to be very good at this. Just as I was before the accident. “Who are you?” I asked as I turned to face a very tall man. He is like 9 feet 3 inches tall man whom I have never seen before.
“You must be the bride, Hailey” he gave me a big goofy smile “My name is Arnold Brown. I am Jonah’s best friend.” I don’t remember seeing him in the wedding. “ I was in France for business. I just came back. Since Jonah was not happy with the wedding there was no meaning for me disturbing my business to attend an unwanted wedding.” That is so… I can’t even describe what kind of feeling it made me feel. I only know one thing. It hurts in my chest. The oven alarm goes off and brings back to reality and out of my dark thoughts.
“Launch is ready. You are welcomed to join if you want.” I am trying my best to mask what his words made me feel. “I will set the table” I wish he refused. “I have already done that. You only need to add one person” I took the steaks away from the heat and placed them on the counter. I had it set for five minutes with the garlic and butter sauce. It smells like heaven. The sweet potatoes are brown and roasted. Its light brown color is appetizing. I poured pomegranate juice in two cups and dinner is now ready for us to eat.
“No wine” Arnold asked “I can’t drink alcohol” I was engrossed in my meal and he keeps annoying me. “I can” he advanced towards Jonah’s wine cabinet, picked a bottle of wine after some inspection and came back to his seat. You know your meat will get cold if you keep moving around and not eating. None of my business of course. He poured two glasses and handed me one. I have already told him that I don’t drink. I just ignored his action and drank my juice. “You are boring you know.” I continued ignoring him and tried to finish my food as fast as possible. I need to leave this place like now! “No wonder Jonah hates you so much.” I dropped the knife. My hands are shaking and my heart is beating very fast. I bent down to pick it up and headed to the kitchen to replace it. Maybe, just maybe he got the message and he will stop at this point. When I got back, I saw his eyes fixed on me watching my every move.
“You know you can cook. This was very good for a homemade steak” he commented. “Thank you. I guess” my answer was short and lead to silence. When the meal was over I excused myself to my room after cleaning the table and I know he left when he knew that I am not very happy with his presence.
It has been three days since I had another person in this house. Even the maid has not returned yet. Doing the house chores and going to courses at the same time is exhausting me to no end. Today I woke up with an intense fatigue.
George is here today. He was sitting beside the driver ranting about things I didn’t have the power to hear or understand. I am hearing a ringing sound in my ears and my sight is blurry. I barely finished my business training. Now something is swallowing the life out of me as we are heading to the dance class.
I felt George’s hand on my face. When did he get here? Wasn’t he sitting in the passenger seat? He placed me on his lap while he screams something to the now shocked driver. He was patting my hair ever so lightly while his other hand was squeezing me tight to his chest. His heart was beating fast but the warmth really felt good. That is the last thing I remember before surrendering myself to the darkness.
“You are awake” oh, this is my apartment. “How do you feel?” the moment his hand touched my face I turned the other way. You are not playing that game on me again George. “What happened?” I was confused. How did I end up here. “You passed out. Why didn’t say anything about being exhausted? Did you have to put us through all of this? Do you like the attention you get when you are sick? Is that why you keep doing this?” what? Like what? What do I keep doing? He is saying I am doing this on purpose because I want the attention. “Get out!” I said in a clam low voice “what?” he is definitely shocked “I said get out George. I don’t want to see your face here. GET OUT!” It was hard to raise my voice but I did it. As I watched his back while he is leaving the room I remembered the feelings I had when he hugged me. I regret feeling that way. It only intense my loneliness and sadness.
I have been here for two days now. I feel much better. George never came back. He sent a nurse to take care of me. This is much better though. I have had enough of the hurtful words from people. I need a break. I am going back to Jonah’s house today. I have texted George telling him that I will get back to my lessons starting tomorrow. That is it. No exchanged words means no hurt.
As I advanced into the house, I heard different voices. Are they back? Do we have guests? “You came back? I thought you never would.” They are back indeed.