Sarah Captivity and addiction, were the only things i fought with. Now a new baggage has been added to the number. Memory loss. For more than two months, living has been a daily torture, passed around different Mafia lord like flying baseball and an aggressive glove engulfing me at every throw. It’s hard enough that my drug addiction cannot be satisfied, my new captor doesn’t seem to be any different from the rest. So much for his unnecessary handsome features. He sure doesn't have any intentions of protecting me. Here i am, stuck to yet another bed in cuffs. On the bright side, unlike the others, clothes are allowed. With a throbbing head that refused to cease since my discharge from the hospital, I swing down a side of my body towards the edge of the bed to reach for a glass of water. I'll do anything to get a relief. Someone had broken into my room earlier. It doesn't help that my memory fails yet again. He claimed we were friends from the past, but I've no hint of familiarity t
Marco I hurry out of her sight, leaving my jacket behind as I drive off to Big Tom who has been expecting my visit. Sarah is back. I could tell from the way she spoke to me. My nurse is back.Or was it just an act? Is she trying to fool me?We held hands in the most sensual ways. The way she asked for help. The same innocence. Those troubled eyes.It's too real to be just an act.I couldn't bring myself to speak in her presence. Now that she's asked for my help personally, I'll put the extra effort. The world is about to crumble down on me, but one thing is certain. I'll keep my promise. This might be my only chance at making things right between us. Just as I wished for. I hate that I'm right. Sarah has a past. A dark one. All of it will be clear. The strangers claiming to be related to her.I text Sophia while driving, filling her in on the new updates and the attack at my place.Then I scroll through my contacts.There's one person I know can help me out of such right situat
MarcoWith one arm pressed tightly against my bleeding wound, I clench my teeth in pain, firing two precise shots at the speeding motorcycle approaching me. The third shot finds its mark, sending the bike crashing to the ground and its helmeted rider sprawling. The bike chimes aggressively as the wheels roll in the air. I quickly duck behind my car, narrowly avoiding a hail of bullets aimed my way as I fire another shot. Amidst the chaos, a desperate plea reaches my ears, “How much were you paid? I'll give you triple, just let me go.”I hesitate, my heart pounding. I'm not sure of the identity of my victim. I cautiously approach the fallen rider, nudging aside the discarded weapon with my foot. Standing over the quivering body, I keep my gun aimed steadily at him. The man beneath me looks like he's been sufficiently neutralized by the gunshot wounds.“How much can you afford?” I inquire, a cruel glint in my eyes. I tug at the victim's leg, causing fresh crimson to spurt from the w
Sarah Marco is back. Weak and defenseless—terribly injured. This is the best time to run away, effortlessly. I reach for his breast pocket, leaning forward, to pull out the keys with two fingers stretched to their limits. Unfortunately, it is the wrong key. I toss the bunch over the bed checking for any other keys that fit but find none, except a few dollar notes. Using my toes to feel his trousers for a bump, I finally hear a clicking sound. With my toes, I try to pull out the keys from his pocket, horror-stricken at the thought of him waking up at the same moment.The keys fall out of his pockets with a mild clash on the rugged floor while he remains lifeless, losing blood. Heaving a sigh, I drag the keys, pulling them gradually towards me until they get to a point where my hands can comfortably reach. I pick it up with my free hand, hurriedly fitting it into the lock until it clicks open. Filled with surprise and horror I caress my wrist, jumping put of the bed and running to
SarahI drive down to the bar. My memory seems to be coming back gradually. As late as it is, I see people flocking in and out of the bar while I pull over abruptly, knocking down a trash bin. Turning off the car engine, I step out, with Marco’s phone in my hand hoping to find Betty before I’m tempted to call. She seems to be the second person I can trust. Or at least that knows me enough. I’m desperately in need of some clarity.The condition of my memory makes it difficult to think of the right decision. It feels strange to be among people, as I manipulate my way through the clumsy crowd, the stench of pipe and whiskey fills the entrance as I walk into the bar, my arms wrapped around my body. Everyone is too busy to notice me but I feel so exposed after weeks of being in confinement.“There you are. You aren’t a bad driver after all,” I hear a voice call out, startling me as I feel a tap on my shoulder. Turning around I find Betty, with a wide smile. She seems taller than the l
Sarah My brother? I almost run into a street light as I take a sharp turn. Betty made it clear that I had no relations even if she didn’t tell me how that came to be. “We’ve searched everywhere for you, Maria,” the voice continues, oblivious to the horror I feel, as my heartbeat begins a loud drumroll. The shook I feel wouldn’t let me attempt a word as I drive along, trying my best to steady the wobbly vehicle.How can that be? I drive along, searching for the nearest exit out of town like Betty advised. “I heard of your illness, Maria. I would have come earlier for you if I heard early enough,” the voice continuesI remain silent, listening to the voice as my face grow pale at every chime of the car radio.“Mother has been dying to see you. I see you don’t want anything to do with us. I’ll relay that to mother. She can finally find closure on her sick bed—”“Wait” I cut in, bringing the vehicle to a halt. I’ve a mother too? Did betty lie to me? “I…I want to meet my family,” I repl
Sarah I stare at the navigation screen, then the voice adds,“Stay right where you're. I'll come get you.” A beep follows immediately after and I'm left with a black screen and the thumping of my heart, waiting in silence. I take another peep out. The walkways have become more deserted. Few street men walking in groups, staggering around with bottles of strong drink in their hands. I suck in another breath with my eyes closed, hating the temporary darkness my memory has thrown me into. Just as I fling my eyes open , I see a the headlight of a coming vehicle , far ahead, but bright enough to cause me to squint. That should be him. My brother. I rush out of the vehicle, running toward the coming vehicle. The car parks abruptly just beside me as I stop running waiting to see my brother or a face that might revive my memory of my family. A man come running out of the vehicle, leaving his car engine on. But I notice the anger in his eyes, the bloodstains on his padded sho
MarcoHer sudden reaction doesn't bother me as much as her state of health. She's getting worse by the minute and I don't have a way to bring her back to her memory, back to the sweet innocent Sarah.“Why not? Since when did I grant you the privilege of taking decisions for me?” I ask, knowing that it's a waste of my time exchanging words with such crazy. “They'll kill you if they find us,” she adds. The fear is evident in her eyes but I know exactly what she needs.The drugs have started to take effect. I expect her to be calmer. It could be that the drugs don't work anymore for her. It's a good thing I know just the right alternative.I walk out of her room while still engaging her in the discussion,“... And who are these people, if I may ask?”I'm running out on sedatives, as I open the cupboards in the kitchen. I decide to draw out the last bottle I have. As far as I'm concerned, Sarah is not just a threat to me but herself. The more she stays unconscious, the better for her and