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
Richardson looked around the room to see her clothes still on the floor by the door. “I guess they didn’t know where to keep the clothes and how to sort them,” he noted, going to the door to get some of the boxes to the wardrobe. “Do you need those?”He had a finger pointed to the hospital clothes she had gotten with her.“Do you want me to get rid of it?” she asked with widened eyes.“I mean,” he pointed to the series of new clothes dropped on a couch by the door. “You do have new clothes to wear and if those are not enough for you, we could always get more.”The way he said it with an air of confidence and authority made her know she was not dealing with a nobody.“I see you are settling in quite well,” someone said at the door as they both turned to see Damien standing there with his arms folded. He must have come back from a meeting for Richardson could see his signature dark blue suit on him.“Grandfather,” he smiled, walking to the old man. “How long did you stand there for?”
Jennie paced around the hospital ward where she was having her break impatiently as she had a lot on her mind.It had all been because of Richardson’s new behavior. He had been keeping his distance from her lately and she couldn’t help but wonder if their last date had gone horribly wrong for him to behave in such a manner.She had seen him frequently around the hospital but not once had he come to see her. He had always shown up at the hospital for that amnesia girl, Mary, and it angered her to her bones.Was she not equally important to him? she thought to herself as she paced around the room. Was she just a waste of time to him?For days since Mary’s discharge, he had not shown up at the hospital anymore. She was starting to feel like the only reason he had ever shown up at the hospital was to visit the accident prone girl whom she was beginning to dislike for taking his attention away from her.She liked when she was the center of his attraction. She liked the walks, dinner dates