Richardson heard Tom’s car hum in the garage getting him to jog to the place. He reached just in time to see the man get out of the car with a downcasted look on his face.“You still couldn’t find anything huh?” asked the heir to the butler who shook his head.“Nothing. But I did find a nice spot for a new shawarma business venture if you’re into that.”Richardson could tell that the old man was trying to cheer him up but it was not working out well. He still felt bad about dropping Mary in the hospital without an idea of who she was or who her family was.How was she going to regain her memory with foreign people around her? At this crucial time she needed her family around and not new people. That could make her condition worse.The doctor had said that she would need to find something which would trigger her memories but nothing he did brought her memories back. He could instead feel her slipping further away from who she was supposed to be.“Cheer up sir,” Tom smiled at his young
It seemed like what the doctor wanted to discuss with him was urgent. He hoped it was good news and not bad news. He had already had a lot of bad news for the month. Some good news was what he was looking for.“Hey, how about you keep playing your game while I meet up with the doctor real quick. I’ll be right back,” Richardson noted to the lady who had her mind focused on the game she was playing.“Alright,” the lady answered absentmindedly, swerving her game device around. “Shall we?” he asked the doctor who nodded again leaving the room as he did the same.They stood at the hallway looking around to see if anyone was eavesdropping on their conversation.“What did you want to discuss?” Richardson asked, the suspense getting a hold of him.“We had new scans done on her this week.”“And?”“Well let us say that the chances of her getting her memories back keeps degrading with her spending time around you.”“What do you mean?” Richardson could feel his heart beating louder than before.
Driving through traffic, he decided that it was time for her to stay with him in the estate. If she was going to lose her memory then she might as well regain better ones where she was rich and not lacking in any way.He wondered what her former life was like. Was she rich or was she poor? Did she have families or was she an orphan? Was she loved or was she hated?Whatever problems she had, he had to create better memories with the lady. That was the only way for him to redeem himself for what he had done to her.***“Hello grandfather,” he greeted after seeing the old man in his study playing chess by himself. That was his favorite game. He wondered why the man had not gone on to be a chess grandmaster but instead stayed at home playing by himself.“Richardson,” the man looked up with a smile on his face. “Where did you go? I looked everywhere for you.”“I was… out,” he sighed, joining Damien at the table.“We didn’t get to finish our conversation before. But we’ll continue later on
“And who are you here to see?” the nurse asked him in the waiting room.“Mary,” he responded. “She’s in room 87.”She nodded, going through her list on the computer before shaking her head.“I’m sorry sir, but there is no Mary in room 87.”“What do you mean there is no Mary in room 87?” he asked bewildered. “I was in there last night with her.”“The only one there is an amnesiac who…”“That is Mary!” he exclaimed, getting a nurse to shush him from a room. “Hush it!” the woman hushed with a whisper. “This is a hospital.”“I’m sorry,” he apologized with a whisper turning to the receptionist. “That is Mary.”“Alright, you can go and see her then.”He nodded, going to the room with clasped hands. He breathed in and out before knocking on the door.“Hey, are you in there?” he smiled when he heard heavy sounds of someone running around in the room. “Are you trying to play hide and seek with me? You definitely know I will find you.”With a swift move he opened the door entering inside to se
While Richardson rode through traffic, a Britney Spears music played from the radio which got Mary singing to it.“Have you listened to this song before?” he asked curiously.“Nope. Maybe,” she sighed. “I just… somehow know the song.”“You are singing the lyrics perfectly. You seem to have it all down in your head.”“Yeah I guess,” she chuckled, commencing her song while looking out of the window.He looked at her turning back to face the road to avoid hitting anything. She was cheerful and happy. She was a kind and gentle soul.He wondered if having amnesia could change peoples personalities as well. Maybe they could, maybe they could not.“So I tried looking for your family today,” he started getting her to stop singing and look at him.“And?” She asked with wide eyes.He shrugged, “I came up blank. No one seems to know you.”“Why is that? Did you go to the place I had the accident?”“I did that. I even hired someone to go through the hard stuff for me but even the deep searches
“Please let me go,” begged Mary, still holding her cheek with the crowd sneering at her. She could feel the tears leaving her eyes while they rolled down her cheeks to gather at her chin.“So you would leave with what you’ve stolen?” the attendant said with hatred in her voice as she slapped the lady again, this time louder than before.Mary fell back, tearing down the clothes which hung on the wardrobes.“Oh shit!” someone gasped as a whole section of exotic clothes broke out of their glass hangers, falling to the ground in numbers.Everyone watched in shock at the mess which laid before them and in the middle of the mess, Mary sobbed with her hands on her cheeks.She stood to her feet to look around, seeing broken glasses around the floor. It had not been her fault but she knew she would be blamed for it anyway.The attendant had slapped her with so much force she had fallen into the clothes. Since her weight was much, she had broken through the glass hangers, tearing everything dow
Mary stood to her feet ready to expose the evil deeds of the workers with great excitement.The first person she pointed to was the main attendant who had smacked her twice across the face.“She hit me twice,” Mary said with anger in her belly before pointing to another and another until every culprit had been rooted out.Richardson turned to the manager who had a hand over her face in anger.“So what are you going to do to them?”She turned to her workers, slapping the main attendant across the cheek which had her doubling to the ground.“You stupid imbecile!” the manager yelled. “Get up to your feet when I am talking to you!”“Yes ma,” the attendant stood to her feet with a jump, her cheek red from the smack.“I did not hire you here to embarrass my customers and have fights with them. Do you know who he is?”“No ma’am.”“What about the lady you were embarrassing, do you know who she is?”“No ma’am.”“And yet, somehow, in your little worm brain, you thought it wise to insult and hum
“How do you like your new clothes?” Richardson asked immediately he exited the store. Mary jumped around in excitement at all the new things she had acquired.“Minus the hits I got, I love this shopping experience,” she said with a huge smile on her face. She looked at Richardson with a different light in her eyes. He had saved her from further embarrassment at the store. It would have been easy to abandon her and leave until the cops arrived to pick her up, but he hadn’t done that, instead he had defended her, slapping the guards who had tried manhandling her. He was more than a friend; he had acted like a god to her, saving her from the clutches of the evil store attendants.“Alright,” he sighed, tapping on the key to open the car. “Let’s pack this into the car and get out of here.”She nodded to what had been said, carrying some of the bags which were littered on the ground into the car with his help. After a few minutes of continuous packing, they finally finished, standing bac