Chapter 4

With shaky hands I pick up the phone and swipe on answer.

“Hello Gina,” I hear his deep voice, God it was him, Deshawn or Mr Quin. I couldn’t hold myself and the phone fall off my trembling hands.

“Hey, are you okay there? Hello, Hello,” I heard him repeatedly say.

I swallow hard and clear my throat, taking in a deep breath, all the while he didn’t drop the call.

“Hello.” I say in what sound like a timid whisper.

“Are you okay, I saw as Mason carry you to his car, are you fine? Are you feeling any pain?” He ask, his voice lace with worries. Why is he worried about me and how did he know Mason?

My head was blank and I had no idea what to say to him.

“Uhmm please who is this?” Was all that came to me.

To my bewilderment, I heard him chuckle a little. “It’s Deshawn, why did you run out with your hurt heels like that, do you want to get yourself killed.”

“Get myself killed?” I question as I imagine different way he can possibly kill me.

“I meant that on literal terms..I believe you know what I meant.” He speak so casually like we were some pal.

There was some second of silence between us and neither him or I, seem in a hurry to break that ice.

“Does your heel still hurt?”

I figured he was referring to the bandage I removed earlier.

“You mean the huge wrap around my leg.”

“Well, Doctor Sin said he would come take it off today, but now, he will give me an earful for letting his patient run away.”

“It no big deal, I didn’t see the need for it anyway..”

Why does he sound like he cares, and why do I keep on answering him like we were friends? I should hang up and call Mace.

“Did I offend you in some kind of way?”

His question came as a surprise to me and my heart skip a beat.

“No, no you didn’t.” I foolishly answer before I get the chance to stop myself.

You fool! What do you mean by No. this man kidnapped you and by law he should be arrested and put to jail.

“Are you sure?” He ask, clearly not convinced.

I swallow hard, it was becoming difficult for me not to burst out of proportion and he wasn’t helping with his questions.

“Yeah it fine.” I try to sound as natural as I can.

“It not fine Gina, I feel like I owe you an explanation for what you saw…it not what you think.please I need to see you.”

Wait, what did I see? What is he talking about? I guess he doesn’t know that I had lost my memory, I mean, had my memory back or whatever my situation is.

“Uhm, I’m at my father’s…”

What the fuck Gina! I just gave out my location to the very psycho who kidnapped me in the first place. What is wrong with me today.

“Okay, I will be there soon.”

“No, I can’t…” the beeping sound from my phone cut me off, Damn it! he had just hang up the call.

Shit Gina! Mace said not to get entangled with a Quinn! How did I even get myself into this mess in the first place.

What to do? I rushed down the stairs to the living room, I need to lock up all the door, what if he is coming back to finish what he started.

Mason said, Deshawn father was known to be a monster. What if he’s some psychopath like in the horror movie I’ve watched, or a sadist who enjoys killing and torturing people.

I looked at my tiny figure in the mirror, I do look like an easy prey.

He sound so nice and calm earlier that I got carried away for a moment.

I’m freaking out so much, I think I might just pass out at any moment. The fatigue I felt before washing up, returned with renewed vigor, I barely could stand straight cause my back hurt a lot and my temperature has suddenly gone up.

I fear I was having a fever attack. Without thinking twice I dialed Mason’s number, my call wasn’t connecting. Damn it! I lost network connection, just a perfect timing!

I quickly emailed him hoping it will get to him.

I paced up and down the room ignoring my feverish condition.

He knows my friend Mason, my house and probably knows every goddamn thing about me, plus he’s rich. Which means he has every leverage against me, I’m at his mercy if he decides to harm me.

The thought of how I got that bandage on my leg scare me to death, maybe I got it while I was running away from him. But how do I explain those photos on my phone,I looked so happy in those photos.

Maybe he forced me to smile or even threatened me.

I was startled by the loud horn of a car at my father’s parking lot.

Shit! He’s here.

I rushed to peek out the window.

A man in white button up shirt and a black suit pant stepped out of his black Benz. He has a blue ray glasses on which made him look like a hot a** nerd, he walked with all gaits and composure, taking a step one after another. He wasn’t slow nor too fast. Just perfect, like a model.

I wasn’t gonna lie, he is handsome and hot! But I need to contain this. I can’t let him inside this house even when he looked this handsome. Get a grip of yourself! I yell as I whip myself on the thigh.

I just need to take a deep breath, go out there and ask him to leave. Mason said we shouldn’t get entangled with him. I won’t even ask him what happened or what he did to me, I would be fine living the rest of my life without knowing, besides I don’t have a long lifespan. I try to convince myself.

With each step I take, I get closer to the door my heart beat race faster than usual.

“Gina.” I heard him called, his voice was cold, calm and demanding. He wasn’t yelling and banging the door, he didn’t even knock, it seems he can feel my presence behind the closed door.

I immediately turn my back to the door with my two hands on my chest as I feel my heart beats. At this rate, I might just die from heart combustion. If that’s even a thing. I rolled my eyes at my own imaginations.

“Gina, please I know you’re in there.” He said, his voice was now laced with worries and sadness.

I suddenly feel a tug in my chest, it was pity, somehow I was sad to hear him sound like that.

“I’m going to open this door but promise me you won’t try to drag me away.” I said as I looked through the door peephole.

He smiled, his sharp eyes shine so brightly like I’ve just offered him some of his favorite sweets. He was so cute that I caught myself smiling too.

Maybe I didn’t just lost my memory, I had gone mad too.

“I promise,” came his short but assuring answer.

I unbolt the door and step into my house porch while he moved back a little to give me some space.

His cologne wafted into my nose, he smells of strawberry and mint. So manly! He is tall and standing in front him made me feel so timid, cause I had to raise my head to look at him, my head was barely at his chest.

His cute smile was replaced with a sad regretful expression. Now that am standing in front of him, he wasn’t as bad as I had imagined.

“Hi.” I muttered under my breath.

“I’m sorry, I kept such a thing from you…she just don’t know when to stop.I should have spoken to you soon but you were crying so much that I figured to give you some space and when I checked up on you later, you were fast asleep.” He said with his hands rubbing each other, he was talking so fast that I struggled to keep up, I could see that he was anxious and scared.

What did he meant by I cried, I didn’t even know what he was talking about, neither did I know the “she” he’s referring to. Maybe I should tell him I lost my memory, I wanted to but hesitated.

“I don’t understand, someone called my phone earlier...the hard core…” I said ignoring his initial explanation.

If there’s anyway i would understand everything that has happened is by figuring things out one after another.

“Oh sorry, you said I could use your phone to make a call when we travelled to New York cause mine got lost. Don’t you remember?” He raised a brow questioning.

Oh, this might come as a shock but I don’t even remember you. I said to my myself.

“Oh I see.” Was all that left my lips.

“So are you still mad at me?” He asked while staring at me with his gorgeous gray eyes.

Damn it dude, will you go easy on me.

I suddenly felt dizzy and my sight went blank but a tight grip on my shoulder made me stay on my toes, it was Deshawn, he has his hands around my shoulder, preventing me from falling flat on my face.

“Get your dirty hands off her!” Mace menacing voice rang out from behind us.

Shit!