Chapter 3

“You’re beginning to scare me now Mace, why would he drug me?” I asked.

Mace shrugged his shoulder, half as calm as I thought he will be.

“I don’t know, how can someone wake up with no memory of a whole month, I mean it weirdly unbelievable if you ask me.”

Well, his speculation might be true. I remember that man coming out of the bathroom with a towel around his neck, while I was just on this big jersey with only a black lacy pant which design I’ve never seen before.

I felt too exhausted to start crying, my eyes were already swollen from tears.

“We will figure this out together Gina.” Mace said in a calm soothing voice.

I picked up my phone which I had carelessly thrown on the couch when I first entered.

“You know Mace. Someone called my phone.” I said as I wonder who that was.

“Your dad? Because your line was off.” Mace lazily enquired.

“The caller, referred to me as Mr Quin.”

“Wait, Mr Quin…Mr Quin? Like The Mr Quin? Or Mr Deshawn Quin?” He questioned unbelievably.

“Wait, are there two Mr Quin? Judging from your expression I’m guessing you know who Mr Quin is?”

Mace wiped off his enthusiasm and replaced it with a mysterious frown.

“You’re kidding me, Everyone knows The Quinn’s family. Deshawn Quin is the cold heir to the Quinn’s Corp.”

“Cold heir?”

“Yeah, because he’s a cold rich bastard’s son, that guys Father is rumored to be a monster…in a nutshell you should never get entangled with him to begin with.” Though I felt like Mace was just exaggerating things but the look on his face says he’s not.

“Then what are we waiting for, we have ourselves a suspect.” I stood up and head towards my bedroom.

“Wait, wait Gina…we can’t.” Mace ran after me blocking the path to my room.

“What do you mean we can’t.” I said with a furrowed brow.

Mace looked down at his feet, like there’s suddenly something interesting going down on his shoes.

“We don’t have any concrete evidence, besides let’s wait till Mr smith returns.” Mace said, his eyes not daring to meet mine. I sigh, shaking his hands off my shoulder.

“You should rest today, I will come up with something tomorrow.” He said as he pulled me with him towards my bedroom.

“Okay,” I said lying on my back. Everything feels so weird, even my room no longer has that feeling of familiarity anymore and as for Mace, he has been acting strangely weird. He doesn’t look into my eyes while he talk anymore. It made me worried.

Mace asked if I would be fine staying alone before my dad returns, he was on his way to pick up Sasha for a night date when I called.

With a fake smile on my face, I asked him not to keep his date waiting and pushed him out of my front porch. I texted him not to disclose anything to anyone, after some minutes his reply came, he agreed with no question asked.

Satisfied with myself I flopped down on the bare floor letting the fatigue settle down. My head was a complete mess.

I dragged myself up to my bedroom, lazily pulled of the plaster on my leg and the over size jersey with pant, then I step into the tub. The warm water soothes my aching bone that I knew staying inside for more minutes will means me dozing off in my bath tub.

I passed by my dressing mirror and I was petrified at the ugly duckling staring back at me. My jet black hair was in a complete mess, though my tan skin that I’ve known all my life, to my own surprise was now smooth and shiny.

I immediately styled my hair into one pony which settled down to my hips because I have a very long hair and apply some moisturizer on my face and body, a little lip balm on my lips and voila! I looked and felt better than I was before.

The phone on my bed won’t stop ringing, eventually I picked it up.

I gasped. Shocked at the picture staring back at me, Why haven’t I noticed this?

It a photo of me and the guy I saw coming out of that bathroom.

We were in a children playground and in our hands is two big cotton candy.

The smile on this girl’s face who looked so much like me was too foreign for me to understand. She was happy…genuinely happy. I have never seen myself so happy, as if to make everything appealing, I was wrapped in the arms of a strange dropped dead Greek god handsome cold looking man.

I rushed to my photo gallery, where more surprises awaits me. There were a lot of photos of me, and that man was in all of them, his hands was either on my waist or my shoulder. I couldn’t help but zoomed into the photo, he was beautiful and even when it was just a photo, his aura seems to sip through it.

Were we dating? He’s way other than me though, not that I mind. I thought too quickly that I faced palm myself.

You fool! Someone took advantage of you and all you could do was drool over his handsome face!? I scolded myself.

New York! I yelled throwing my phone aside. Fuck! I traveled to The New York City! It has always been my dream to tour that city, and I did with my body but not with my mind. As a sickle cell patient I have a bucket list written in my diary, every seconds of my life counts a blessing that I promised to live a good life before die, I guess even my own body is against me, I thought as I drown in self pity. I didn’t know what or how to feel, but am sure I was a wreck of emotions.

The buzzing sound from my phone startled me. God, I just remembered that I can’t afford another phone, what if the screen of my phone get broken. I looked at the screen and the name of the caller was “Mr long legs.” With a heart and fire emoji, which I translate to represents intense passion.

“Oh fuck it Gina. Who the hell is this one now!”