Chapter 5

    The hospital is pretty dark for a hospital, only leaving me more frightened than before. The only lights on are, little yellow ones, on the side of the wall. They remind me of runway lights. I clutch Derek’s arm as we walk down the hall. Sensing my fear, he pulls me closer to him wrapping his arm around my waist.

I smile in the dark, trying to stifle the shiver of pleasure, as his arm brings me calmness.

We find the first room a few minutes after walking into the building. It looks like a records room with file cabinets on each wall. Rummaging through the files, we find no help. As we head out of the room a vision that pops into my head. It’s a really quick one and it doesn’t make any sense.

I hear Derek ask if I’m okay as he catches me before I fall. I can’t answer him because, just as I open my mouth to say something, I’m struck with another one.

There are people surrounding me. All of them are wearing masks. The person standing over my head is screaming at me.

"Ms. Ms. Are you okay? Can you hear me?"

A second voice says,

"My God! What has happened to her? She is cut up everywhere. Look at her! There is not one place on her body that isn’t scratched up. This didn't happen from us bringing her here, did it?

A third voice said,

"No, it's impossible. This was perfected from the original. She had already been in it before. Remember her father built it. Besides, you don’t really want to know."

The third voice replied,

"She's awake but not responding. Any suggestions, Meril?"

"Well, Charlie, you can try by treating her like she was important to you. She may be scared. Instead of freaking out in front of her, maybe try being calm"

"Yeah, what do you think I’m doing? Beating on her?"

The third voice said,

"Why don't you call her by her name and see if she responds."

"You're right, Sheila..." Charlie started to say but, before he could continue, I open my eyes and I’m staring at Derek. He’s holding me with a look of fear and frustration.

"Are you okay? You passed out on me and I didn't know what to do."

Frustration bubbles inside me. I can’t say anything or even try to explain it. I try to hold the tears back but it doesn’t work. They spill over so fast causing Derek to blur. His eyes go wide as he grabs me and holds me tight to his chest. I hear him saying,

"I'm so sorry! We don't have to do this. We can leave. Please don't cry anymore. Please?"

Those words have the opposite effect on me and I me cry harder because it isn’t what we’re doing that causing me to cry. It’s the fact that I was about to know my name, I think. The memory disappeared before I had the chance to hear it.

As time goes on, and as my crying slows, I start thinking about the other things said. They said that they brought me here. But what were they talking about? How did they bring me here that might have had the potential to hurt me?

We still need to explore the hospital. I’m absolutely positive that this place holds the key to who I am. I look up at Derek and notice that he was crying. But, why? It hits me that I have only known him a short time. Seeing him cry, hurts me. I wipe off his tears and give him an apologetic smile.

I did not mean to scare him and I definitely did not expect what happens next. He grabs me tighter to him and kisses me. I have only a brief moment to think about how quick things are moving before I start kissing him back.

It starts out gentle but picks up speed as the need and desire for each other intensifies. When he put his hand on the back of my neck, to keep me upright, I gasp. He takes that opportunity to slide his tongue inside.

There is fire, and desire, in every inch of my body. I slowly move my tongue against his, and I moan, causing him to pull me closer. Just before I reach up to grab his hair, to pull him closer, he gently pulls away from me. I stare up at him, panting, trying to catch my breath.

I look at him and see that he is panting as well. His face looks a little flush and let lightening strike me now if he isn’t the sexiest man alive at this moment. He smiles his gorgeous smile, brightening his eyes, causing me to blush. His smile widens and I can’t help returning the favor.

I reached over and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. How did I get lucky to land in his path? Suddenly, his face turns serious.

"I’m so sorry that I made you come in. When I saw how scared you were I should of taken you home instead of making you come in. Are you ready to go home?"

When I shake my head, he looks at me confused. I smile gently. Picking myself up a little, I search the room for something to write on and grab his pen. I smile at the confusion on his face as I write my explanation. I can’t help but chuckle. He looks cute when he’s confused.

He reads everything that I write with a determined look on his face, which I also find irresistible to look at. He looks playfully hurt when I start chuckling harder.

"Well alright! We’ll keep looking.” He sighs in sadness before continuing, “I wish I can tell you that I know what you are going through, but I can't. This mystery stuff is kind of kinky. OW!” He screams out, while glaring at me, as I hit him. “I was just kidding.”

He looks at me thoughtfully for a second. “Do you have any idea what they were talking about?” I shake my head. “NO? Darn. Well, what about the room? Would you be able to recognize it?"

I shrug my shoulders and he asks if I’m ready to continue. But I’m not, not yet anyway. I walk over to him, smile at the confusion on his face, reach up on my toes, and kiss him. At first he resists, confused by my sudden action, but then he falls into a pattern as our tongues chase each other for dominance.

When he grabs a hold of my waist, I fist my hands into his hair. The feel of it so soft in my hands. He freezes for a second, as he hesitates, but loses to desire as I pull him closer.

He pulls away slightly as he places kisses down my jaw. I feel my knees go weak as he trails the kisses down into my neck. It elicits a soft moan from me. The only thing holding me up is Derek. I grab his hair and force his mouth back to mine. Now, it’s my turn.

I slowly nip and suck my way down to the hem of his shirt. Removing my hands from his hair, I gently start to tug on his shirt. He stiffens for a second before taking the control. His shirt in gone in a flash and he replaces his hands on my hips. Slowly, he runs his hands under my shirt and I feel the bra loosen.

Breaking off from the kiss again, he steps back. I glance at him confused. He’s panting heavy, and I can see just how much he wants me by the look in his eyes and the bulge in his pants. I look at him confused and his eyes read, “Are you sure?” I don’t know why but, that small act of restraint, has my legs going weaker. I can feel just how bad I want him, right now, by how wet I was feeling.

I nod slightly. That slight nod is his undoing. He grabs my face gently but the kiss is anything but gentle. It’s full of passion and need.. I step back to remove my shirt and his eyes seem to darken as he takes in the sight of my shirtless chest. I can feel my nipples harden under his gaze. He snaps out of it when I go to remove my pants. He rushes forward.

Instead of the fire of passion in the last kiss, this one is slow and passionate. The world around us, and thoughts of my missing identity, disappear as I unbutton his jeans. I slide them down his legs as I step out of my own. I frown at the fact that I still have a layer to get to.

He chuckles, removing them quickly. My eyes widen and sudden anticipation hits me. Derek notices and quirks his eyebrows up, waiting. Suddenly, I blush hard but my desire keeps me from changing my mind. As my panties fall to the floor, I hear him groan. Looking up, I see the desire in his eyes, so I’m confused by the groan.

Shaking his head, noticing my thoughts are going negative, he grabs me gently. “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to contain myself.” His words make me even wetter and my breathing becomes even more erratic. He grabs hold of me and gently lays me down on the floor.

I don’t even feel the coldness hit my back because he went straight to my nipples and pulling them into his mouth. I gasp out loud at every tease he pulls on my body. Crawling slowly back up my body, nipping and sucking all the way up, he grabs himself and lifts it.

I’m about to explode even before he puts his head at my entrance. He looks for permission one more time. I nod and everything else is forgotten as he slowly enters.