had ever loved was missing for two years and when you finally found her, she was beaten so badly she ended up in a coma, would you go quietly when they tried to drag you away from her bed?”
Neither one answered me. But they both loosened their grip on my arms a little as they escorted me to the elevators. I wouldn’t be there when she woke up. Mine wouldn’t be the first face she saw. She wouldn’t know that I had never given up looking for her… How would she know that I still loved her?
The guards brought me to the front door before they dumped me out onto the sidewalk. As they turned to leave the one that had asked me why I was making a scene slapped his arm on my shoulder before walking away.
“Sorry, man.”
I watched as they walked back into the hospital, the automatic door closing with a whoosh behind them. And then I was alone. Perhaps if I had been nicer, less abrasive they would have let me stay. Maybe if I had allowed them to sit with her alone during their visit they would have just left me be. And now I wouldn’t know. Her father was a bitter guy, there was no way he wouldn’t have me blacklisted from visiting her now.
All I could do now was go home… Go home and wait for the call that said she was finally awake. If it ever came.
CHAPTER TEN
Bella
Waking up had never before been difficult, until now. It was like being stuck in a haze, half formed memories and thoughts flitted past me. It didn’t matter how hard I tried to concentrate, nothing wanted to stick around. I was lost, I wanted to go home, feel the warmth of his arms around me.
But who was he? Even those basic things seemed beyond my grasp. I knew his smile. I knew the scent of his cologne, the taste of his skin. I knew what it felt like to hold his hand in mine, to hear his voice whisper in my ear. He was a part of me, a vital part of me and without him I wasn’t sure I would have gotten through everything. But I just couldn’t remember his name.
There were times when it flitted by. Each time I made a grab for it I missed letting it slip through my fingers like the passing sands of time. I couldn’t tell if the fog inside my head was getting worse or better. There were times when it seemed to want to suffocate me, stuffing itself down my throat, choking the air from my lungs. Only his voice kept me here, wherever here was.
He never left my side, of that I was certain and I wasn’t certain of much. He was with me, like an invisible presence, protecting me, guiding me back to him. All I had to do was follow the sound of his voice. I needed to remember his name. Part of me wondered if perhaps that was the key to escaping this limbo I found myself in. If I remembered his name then maybe I would be released. Free to go back to him. Free to feel the hard press of his lips against mine once more.
There were other memories here too. Not everything was happy, and I didn’t want to remember some of the half formed thoughts that crept up on me. Yet they were the ones that came back first. Pain, terror, the cold press of steel against my skin, I remembered it all like I was back there with him, with Christopher. Why was it so easy to remember his name? It was like some sort of sick joke. I could remember the horrors of where I’d been but not the name of the one man who held my heart. It wasn’t fair.
And then he was gone.
It was like having someone switch off the sun. He was the only thing standing between me and the nightmares that threatened to eat me alive. It was his voice, his touch that kept me from drifting away like a ballon filled with helium.
I cried for him. I didn’t know if it was a physical reaction or if it was still all trapped inside my head. I felt the loss of him and it shattered me inside.
“Aidan.”
The word left my mouth. My eyes still felt like they were being held down with lead weights but I was just happy to be aware of my body at
Neither one answered me. But they both loosened their grip on my arms a little as they escorted me to the elevators. I wouldn’t be there when she woke up. Mine wouldn’t be the first face she saw. She wouldn’t know that I had never given up looking for her… How would she know that I still loved her?
The guards brought me to the front door before they dumped me out onto the sidewalk. As they turned to leave the one that had asked me why I was making a scene slapped his arm on my shoulder before walking away.
“Sorry, man.”
I watched as they walked back into the hospital, the automatic door closing with a whoosh behind them. And then I was alone. Perhaps if I had been nicer, less abrasive they would have let me stay. Maybe if I had allowed them to sit with her alone during their visit they would have just left me be. And now I wouldn’t know. Her father was a bitter guy, there was no way he wouldn’t have me blacklisted from visiting her now.
All I could do now was go home… Go home and wait for the call that said she was finally awake. If it ever came.
CHAPTER TEN
Bella
Waking up had never before been difficult, until now. It was like being stuck in a haze, half formed memories and thoughts flitted past me. It didn’t matter how hard I tried to concentrate, nothing wanted to stick around. I was lost, I wanted to go home, feel the warmth of his arms around me.
But who was he? Even those basic things seemed beyond my grasp. I knew his smile. I knew the scent of his cologne, the taste of his skin. I knew what it felt like to hold his hand in mine, to hear his voice whisper in my ear. He was a part of me, a vital part of me and without him I wasn’t sure I would have gotten through everything. But I just couldn’t remember his name.
There were times when it flitted by. Each time I made a grab for it I missed letting it slip through my fingers like the passing sands of time. I couldn’t tell if the fog inside my head was getting worse or better. There were times when it seemed to want to suffocate me, stuffing itself down my throat, choking the air from my lungs. Only his voice kept me here, wherever here was.
He never left my side, of that I was certain and I wasn’t certain of much. He was with me, like an invisible presence, protecting me, guiding me back to him. All I had to do was follow the sound of his voice. I needed to remember his name. Part of me wondered if perhaps that was the key to escaping this limbo I found myself in. If I remembered his name then maybe I would be released. Free to go back to him. Free to feel the hard press of his lips against mine once more.
There were other memories here too. Not everything was happy, and I didn’t want to remember some of the half formed thoughts that crept up on me. Yet they were the ones that came back first. Pain, terror, the cold press of steel against my skin, I remembered it all like I was back there with him, with Christopher. Why was it so easy to remember his name? It was like some sort of sick joke. I could remember the horrors of where I’d been but not the name of the one man who held my heart. It wasn’t fair.
And then he was gone.
It was like having someone switch off the sun. He was the only thing standing between me and the nightmares that threatened to eat me alive. It was his voice, his touch that kept me from drifting away like a ballon filled with helium.
I cried for him. I didn’t know if it was a physical reaction or if it was still all trapped inside my head. I felt the loss of him and it shattered me inside.
“Aidan.”
The word left my mouth. My eyes still felt like they were being held down with lead weights but I was just happy to be aware of my body at
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