When I woke up the next morning, Ace was gone but the aftermath of last night was still evident. I gasped when I remembered what went down and looked under the covers to confirm that I was in fact, butt naked.“I had sex with Ace Huxley…holy shit!” I tossed the covers over my head and screamed into my hands. “I can’t believe I did that. Wow, what the hell came over me?”I had no idea how we were going to react around each other now, but the fact that I was still there and no note or text message told me to get out once I woke up, I assumed I was still welcome to stay.Living here was going to be a whole lot different now after the night we shared. I wondered how he was feeling and remembered he had practice in the morning. A part of me wanted to go and see him, but the other part felt like that would be desperate and would definitely give off the wrong idea.‘What did last night make us now? We aren’t dating, but are we still just friends?’ The only person who would have the answer t
**WARNING - This chapter contains sexual content not suitable for viewers under 18.** ~*~ We were all over each other before we were even through the front door. Hands tore at clothes while our legs moved backwards at expert speed. We made it to the bedroom when he picked me up, both of us stark naked, and walked us into the bathroom. I was so distracted by his lips ravishing mine that I didn’t know what was happening until the soothing hot water hit my back and I screamed in surprise. “Shower sex, that’s a first for me,” I managed to get out between moans. Ace growled against my neck. “Don’t tell me that.” I wondered if I said something wrong until I was hoisted higher, then slammed into me with so much force I swore I wasn’t going to be able to walk after this. I had class in an hour, and I was always there 10 minutes before it started, but for once I was willing to throw caution to the wind and be late. Despite the water that poured over us, he slid in and out with ease and
**WARNING - This chapter contains sexual content not suitable for readers under 18.**~*~“I beg your pardon?” Mr. Huxley stared me down.I cleared my throat to make sure I sounded as confident as I didn’t feel.“I’m a new student here and I need a place to stay near campus. Your son overheard my struggle and offered me a place to stay, but mentioned it belongs to you. I thought it only proper to ask the rightful owner and landlord for permission.”I prayed this worked on a self-conceited man like him.He cocked a brow in a way that was way too similar to Ace and hummed.“Well, that’s very commendable of you, young lady. But do you feel comfortable staying alone with a man?”I held my hands up, I knew what he was doing, prying at me.“Of course, your son is a complete gentleman who understands the importance of education and our future, as much as I do.” I flashed my best smile.“I’ll speak with Ace about this and make sure he gets back to you in a timely matter, but I have things I n
“So, how did you convince my Dad to let you stay here?” Ace asked.“I gave him a fake name, my name is Bella by the way, and I just put on the sophisticated charm and pulled a few sympathy cards, now you just have to seal the deal. I suspect he knows how much of a playboy you are, who knows, he might be more concerned about me than you.”He rolled his eyes. “I stopped that shit in high school, it’s a different scene here.”“You’re telling me you haven’t slept with a single girl here?” I scoffed.“That isn’t what I said, I just don’t have mindless sex anymore. It’s boring.”That made me feel disappointed. I wasn’t sure why I was hoping I was the first since that would be weird for someone like him and too far-fetched for me to expect.But if not, who was it he slept with? Was it more than one, less than a few?‘Ugh, why do I care so much? This is driving me insane.’ “You can ask me who it was, she isn’t here anymore,” he said.“It doesn’t matter to me.” Lies.“Suit yourself, I’m going
As soon as my classes were over, I stomped over to the arena and sought out Ace on the ice. I walked on and slowly made my way closer so he could hear me.“Ace Huxley!” I screamed.He spun around and almost fell on his ass when he heard me.“Isla!” His face lit up as he took his helmet off and skated over, but it quickly fell when he saw how pissed off I was. “What happened?”“Have you been going around telling people we’re sleeping together?”His eyes shifted sideways. “Why would I do that?”“Then, why did some random girl from my class who looks like she would be the last person to care about something like this, say you have been confirming all the rumours about us, which doesn’t help the other rumours about me!”His face turned stone cold. “What rumours about you?”I scoffed. “Like you haven’t heard. I’m the hockey slut, I supposedly let all the players have their turn at me before I go running back to you. Ring a bell?”“Who the hell is saying that?” he roared, then spun around a
**WARNING - This chapter contains sexual scenes and talks of sexual abuse. Please read with caution.**~*~“What are you talking about? We met in high school, junior year I’m pretty sure,” I said.“You really don’t remember?” he asked again, then sighed. “We actually met sophomore year, and it was this exact location that we met at, almost in the same situation as this. You were stuck in the window, and I was skateboarding by when I heard you struggling. I helped you out, you said your thanks and we introduced ourselves, then we didn’t see each other again until junior year when we were put in the same class.”I tried to remember that, but I couldn’t. It was around that year that my father had begun to become more berated with his drinking and beatings. I had become more reclused and probably shut out a lot of things.Including the first official meeting between Ace and I.“Why didn’t you say anything to me?” I asked.He shrugged. “I tried to approach you in the hall, but you always s
I was stunned. Words had escaped me. What did you say to someone who had just poured their heart out in the most heart-wrenched way?You didn’t say anything. You poured another drink, one for yourself, and one for him. That was what I did, and silently handed Ace the glass.“It happened in my room. I felt disgusted with the place for weeks, I’ve slept in the spare room ever since until you got here, and then I forced myself to face it. I can’t have you in there because there are nothing but bad memories there, and you shouldn’t be associated with anything bad in my life.”That touched my heart a little. Here I had been thinking the complete opposite, like a petty, jealous child. When in fact he had been struggling with something so horrible, no one should ever have to suffer that.“I’m so sorry you had to go through that, I never should have asked.” I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, and he grasped it.“No, it was a matter of time before you found out and I should’ve been hon
After my talk with Sylvia, we became closer friends, and I was finally able to say I had made a friend that wasn’t Ace, though he counted as a friend in other ways, it was nice to have another girl to talk to every now and then.She also helped me a ton with my choreography once the day of the competition arrived, I felt more than prepared and had the confidence that I could actually with this thing for once. Especially now that I had a little entourage of Ace and Sylvia to cheer me on in the crowd.Despite the loud music and everyone else cheering, I was able to hear them the loudest of all and knew exactly where they were in the crowd. It helped boost my confidence and I felt like a butterfly on stage as I floated and moved about.I just hoped I looked as graceful as I felt.Come the end, I felt I had this thing in the bag, but there were two more competitors after me before they announced the top three winners and prizes. I jumped off the stage and made my way through to the back w
I once again woke up to the familiar white walls and slow beeping sounds beside my head. It seemed like too many times I was waking up here, it almost felt like a dream. But I knew it was real when I moved my toes and fingers. My head ached as I tried to sit up, but there was a heavy weight on my chest. I saw Ace asleep on top of me, one hand holding mine. I went and gently stroked his hair, but my fingers froze when I realized something. “I remember,” I muttered out loud. Holy shit, I remembered everything! From my father kidnapping me, right down to getting bashed over the head by Amber. Ace stirred below me and groaned. “Isla?” “I’m right here.” He snapped up from the bed. “Isla! Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?” “I’m okay, Ace.” I smiled gently and caressed his cheek. He grabbed my hand and clutched it tight. “Wait…do you remember?” I nodded and gripped his hand back. “I guess that second knock to the head was all I really needed to put things back into place,” I chu
I stood in shocked silence as I watched the moment in front of me unfold. I didn’t recognize the feelings of anguish and rage that took over me until Chase placed a hand on my shoulder and brought me back to reality. “It’s not what you think, trust me. Just watch,” he said. I closed my eyes briefly then opened them to see Ace push the girl away with an irritated look on his face, then shouts at her to leave him alone. “Hey, Ace!” Chase called out. “What?” he roared back and spun around. Once our eyes connected, it felt like the world crumbled and crashed around us, until we were completely alone. No memories resurfaced, but I felt a sense of comfort I had never known in the past three months of trying to find myself. I sensed a missing part of myself nestled inside the warmth of his beautiful blue eyes. I wanted to run to him and run away from him, afraid of these overwhelming feelings that had no sentiment attached to them. Like Chase had predicted, Ace pushed the girl aside a
I was packing my bags in my room when the doorbell buzzed. “Yes?” I answered on the intercom. “Miss, there is a girl here to see you.” It had to be Sylvia. I was wondering when she would turn up. I asked Chase about her, and he vouched that she was someone I knew, but we weren’t the closest of friends before my accident and some of them even suspected her of trying to harm me in the past with a suspicious fire. At the moment my heart trusted Chase more than it trusted Sylvia, but I wanted to figure out what she was planning by hanging around me suddenly. “Let her come up,” I said. There was a knock on the door a few minutes later and I opened the door to her smiling face. Even something about that made me feel off, although it was just a harmless gesture. “Hey, how have you been feeling?” she asked, but I knew what she really meant to ask was if I had remembered anything. “I’m alright, nothing much has changed.” She looked at my bags and frowned. “Are you going somewhere?” “
I stared at the text message for what felt like hours in the dark of my room, the only illumination from my phone. I read the message over and over again, the number now unknown but one name kept pushing at the forefront of my mind.Ace Huxley. I couldn’t be sure it was him, something in the back of my head screamed for me to call the number, but my fingers shook and hesitated over the screen.Before I had the chance to decide, my phone lit up once more with a phone call this time. It wasn’t the same number as the text message, which prompted me to answer it.“Hello?”“Isla, it’s me, Sylvia! Are you still at the hospital? I brought some goodies for you to eat.”I bit my lip and contemplated seeing her to ask about my bag, but I had no proof it was her and if she denied it, I would just look suspicious for no reason. I don’t know this girl, or remember her at least, and until I do my gut tells me not to trust her so easily.“I’m at home right now, I’ve been put on bed rest for a coupl
I woke up in an all too familiar place, I was back in the hospital. This time I only had an IV in my hand and breathing tubes shoved up my nose – and I wasn’t alone in the room.The girl from earlier, Sylvia, was still there waiting anxiously on the chair next to the bed. She gasped and rushed over when she saw me move.“Isla, are you okay?” she asked.I stared at her for a few minutes, but no other memories flashed in my mind.“Are we friends?” I asked.“Why would you ask that? Of course, we are! What happened to you?”I wasn’t sure if I should tell her what happened. Was she really someone I knew before?“Where did we meet?” I asked.She looked confused but proceeded to tell me about the University and the dance program we are both enrolled in, the time we met in the practice rooms and the drama we both went through with a girl named Amber.“Is she the reason you’re here? Did she do something to you?”I shook my head, feeling a little more familiar with Sylvia.“I was hit by an onco
3 months later… It had been a slow process, but after a few months, I had most of my functionality back in my body. I could move more than a few steps before my legs collapsed and they no longer shook after running on the treadmill. My arms were stronger and the last of my bandages came off today. During the time I spent in the recovery ward, I met another girl around my age who suffered from the same thing as I did, total amnesia. She couldn’t even remember the accident she was in and was unable to speak her own name before two weeks of recovery. Her name is Sarah and she had been a rock the entire time I was here. I had felt so alone the first week I was there, unable to remember who I was or where I came from, the only detail I had was my only living family member tried to kill me, and I almost succeeded. He was now in jail, and I was left completely on my own, with nothing to me but my name and the clothes I arrived with. They were so f
I'm sorry everyone for not posting any new chapters! My recovery has taken a toll on me for the worst and I have been trying my best to get chapters done when I can. I hope you can enjoy this short chapter :)~*~*~We had been driving for at least a day, my hand zip tied to the door handle. Even if I get it open, I can’t take the whole door with me. My only means of escape was for him to stop somewhere.“I have to pee, shall I go here?” I asked, knowing he would say no the first time.He grunted. “So do I, we’ll pull up over here.”We got off at the next exit but to my surprise he didn’t lead us to a store – we drove straight through the forest, away from the only road. My father stopped the car and untied my hands.“Get out and go, don’t even try to escape.” He reached under his seat and pulled out a sawed off shot gun.“What the hell, that’s illegal to have!” I cried.He snickered. “You’re going to lecture me about the low now, girl? It’s a little late for that.”He was right, what
I said my goodbyes to Ace in the hospital, as hard as it was to part with him. My father was lurking outside my hospital door the minute I was discharged, there was no escaping this. If I disobeyed him and went with Ace, he would surely send guys after him and in his current condition, there was no way he could fend them off.He would be killed. That blood would be on my hands.I couldn’t live with myself if that happened. I’d rather go back to the life I’ve lived than drag him down with me. I was grown now; I could handle it and escape the first moment I got. Maybe now someone would believe me, but that was wishful thinking.“You ready to go?” my father asked.“I need to grab my things from the house first.”He shook his head. “I’m not giving you the chance to escape.”“You can wait outside; I just need to grab my clothes and personal belongings.”He grumbled but finally agreed and drove me back to the frat house. I was trying to think of ways to get myself out of this, but for right
I said my goodbyes to Ace in the hospital, as hard as it was to part with him. My father was lurking outside my hospital door the minute I was discharged, there was no escaping this. If I disobeyed him and went with Ace, he would surely send guys after him and in his current condition, there was no way he could fend them off.He would be killed. That blood would be on my hands.I couldn’t live with myself if that happened. I’d rather go back to the life I’ve lived than drag him down with me. I was grown now; I could handle it and escape the first moment I got. Maybe now someone would believe me, but that was wishful thinking.“You ready to go?” my father asked.“I need to grab my things from the house first.”He shook his head. “I’m not giving you the chance to escape.”“You can wait outside; I just need to grab my clothes and personal belongings.”He grumbled but finally agreed and drove me back to the frat house. I was trying to think of ways to get myself out of this, but for right