Chase went closer to her. The woman or girl, apparently, was confused with everything. Chase did not say a word. He took his phone and called the doctor and he arrived in no time. “This is a miracle, Chase. She is out of danger now”, the doctor said cheerfully. What he had seen had pleased him. As the doctor prepared to leave, Chase walked him out.
“ Now Chase, when you drop her at the shelter tomorrow, make sure you…..”,
“ The shelter?”, Chase interrupted. “ I am not taking her to the shelter, l mean I have enough room”.
“Oh great! Because what you really needed was a mysterious woman with temporary amnesia taking over your life”.
“I’m only trying help!”, he explained.
“ Of course you’re only trying to help. I’m sure your motives are not at all completely driven by curiosity or attraction”, the doctor smiled, winked as he drive off he shouted, “Just make sure she does take her medicines and she needs to rest. Her wounds just still need to heal completely and she needs be totally fine. And be patient with her,it might take hours until her memory and senses starts working properly again”.
Chase went back inside. “Let’s get you off these dirty clothes, you need a bath, right?”, he asked . The girl did not respond, he then recalled what the doctor had said, that it could take hours for her senses to start working properly. He helped her get to the bathroom and gave her a towel and soap; he stood still.
“The shower…water…soap”, he pointed. The girl stood frozen.
“Bathing”, he repeated in gesture. “Do you get it now?”, he asked politely.
She nodded and moved. Chase went to his storeroom to see what he would find that the girl would probably need; a toothbrush, girl’s clothes, new underwears.He went into the kitchen and made a bowl of noodles and waited for the girl to finish bathing. She took a very long bath, her whole body felt sore. After she was done, Chase gave her a new room and some girl’s clothes which used to belong to Dora, his ex-girlfriend and also some lotion. She dressed up and came out to eat. Eating was difficult for her, her jaws felt painful as they had not moved in almost five months. He helped her eat and brush her teeth and got her to bed as it was getting late. He watched her closely as she was sound asleep, hoping she would be better the next day so she can clear the air for him. He knew that somehow, this woman and Chris his twin brother had some sort of connection.
He smiled as he remembered how he had found her lying on the ground after being shot in the woods. He vividly remembered how he had struggled to lift her unconscious body to the car and to the hospital. He remembered the distress of him once being a suspect in the whole investigation of her brutal attack. After exhausting all avenues, the police shoved her case to the unresolved pile, concluding that she had fallen victim to a brutal theft, and that the attackers would probably never face justice. Nevertheless, all the trouble he had gone through was worthwhile, he had saved a life! By then she was built up than now, she had lost so much weight you would count her ribs, but even that could not hide her dense beauty.
He slept in the girl’s room, on the couch waking up occasionally to make sure she was okay. The next morning, he woke up earlier, went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast and brought it to her room. The moment he opened the door, she was awake and when she saw him, she let out a low, scared scream.
“Chris?”, she said, frightened. He smiled, his grin so wide that it would almost touch his shapely ears. He knew what it meant, he knew that the transient amnesia from her comma was gone, and she remembered. Chase felt delighted, and he couldn’t wait to dot her pieces to Chris. He put the tray of food on the bed next to her.
“I’m Chase. Chase Malvins”,he said as he stretched his arm in greeting. The girl slowly stretched her hand and they shook hands for a few seconds. The name ‘Malvins’ rang a bell in the girl’s mind; a loud, annoying bell, then she recalled Chris Malvins, but he despite looking exactly identical to Chris had said he was Chase.
“I know you’re confused, but l need you to eat and have your medicine and after that we will talk…about how this whole unpleasant situation came to be. I assure you, you are safe now”,he told her comfortingly, trying to conceal a grin that wanted to escape his lips. It was as if Chase had a realization only he was aware about.
“Couldn’t they talk just now”, Valerie thought, as Chase left the room. Eating, shower…it just sounded like way too much to go. Valerie felt impatient, and confused. She felt a lot better than the previous day she had woken up from her comma, though she still felt so much confused on how she had ended up with Chase who looked exactly like Chris and how he had found her.
Valerie stood before the dressing table, after her bath, and the mirror’s reflection revealed a stranger. She almost couldn’t recognize herself. Tears streamed silently down her pale, thin face, her eyes sunken, her skin sallow and malnourished. She was a shadow of her former self, and the realization was devastating. Her reflection pained her, but it was nothing compared to the immense pain she felt deep within her heart, unsure of how to make things right. Just then, the door creaked open, and Chase entered, his eyes filled with concern. He gently touched her shoulders, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her neck. “I hate seeing these,” he whispered, his thumb wiping away her tears.
With tender care, he guided her to the bed, sitting beside her. His voice was a soothing balm, a gentle whisper that seemed to envelop her in warmth. “You’re breaking my heart, seeing you like this,” he said, his words dripping with emotion. “You deserve so much more, so much better. You are probably confused, I know, but you called me Chris because him and l are identical, that means you know Chris and that also means you recall something about your past, maybe not everything but something, right?”, he asked as politely as he could.
“Actually l remember everything”, she said.
“You have a sharp memory”, he smiled. She smiled back and he thought that was the most brilliant smile he had ever seen. Then she started talking, right from the start.
Valerie stepped out of the prison yard. For a minute she only stared back at the prison building. She could not believe it was real. For ten good years, she would imagine what that day would be like, when she finally steps out of prison. Now that she was finally out, it still felt like a dream. It was exactly how she imagined it would be. Fresh air, clear blue skies.“There she is… the gorgeous, invincible Valerie Malvins,” Gracie sounded. Valerie turned and saw Gracie by the car. She walked towards her and gave a tight hug to the friend who stood by her through thick and thin.“OK, I deserve a sandwich at that restaurant we used to like…what was it called again?” Valerie declared playfully.“Hue’s? Well…they turned it into a butchery,” Gracie said. “What? No! What else changed whilst I was away? Tell me everything,” Valerie asked, hoping into the car. “Whew! We going to need a whole day for that, girl,” Gracie said, driving off. Valerie mentioned how excited she was to meet
The break-time siren rang and the students rushed out. Claire felt glad that she hadn’t got into trouble, she had done all her homework. She had even participated once or twice in class. As the other children walked in pairs and groups, heading to the playground, she walked alone. She tried to sit as far away from anybody as she could. The few times she had tried to blend in with other kids, they would either laugh at her food, which was basically just stale break and a half bottle juice. Or, they would remind her that her mother was in prison. Even the parents looked at her with a fair amount of awkwardness. She was Claire, the daughter of the beauty queen, Valerie who was sent to prison ten year back for drug possession and reckless driving. Speculations had gone as far as that Valerie had become a drug dealer. Claire wasn’t familiar with Valerie. When she got arrested, she was about eight months old. Chase never talked about her, and never had she ever been to the prison to see
“Get your lazy, ugly, fat butt out of that chair right this minute,” Charlene shouted her forehead creased. “But…but I have…haven’t finished writing my homework yet, Ms Perreti,” Claire explained.“And who said you can talk back at me? Moron! Now, go and clean the bathroom up.”“Again?” Claire asked, her eyes tearing up.Charlene got closer and gave her a tight slap. “Since when do you question me like that?”Claire closed her books, quietly moved out of the room and went to Charlene and Chase’s bathroom to clean it, again. She had cleaned it before leaving for school that morning and had left it spotlessly clean. Now, there were lipstick and makeup stains all over. Claire Angela Malvins had grown up to be a cute and intelligent eleven year old girl. She had grown under the care of Chase and Shay. When Chase got married to Charlene Perreti, Claire was seven years old. Charlene then fired Shay and opted to take care of Claire herself. However, all she had done was make Claire’
Chris sat in the dining hall, alone on his table. He had always been the anti-social type and prison had been quite difficult. However, slowly he was getting used to it. As he was lost in thought, wondering how everything had happened so fast, a voice interrupted him and he raised his head. “If it’s not the billionaire…enjoying some prison breakfast ?”Damon, and two of his prison mates were approaching Chris. Damon was one hell of a bully. Chris wondered how Damon hadn’t had his way to him already. Damon wasn’t that intimidating physically, but he just had a way of inflicting fear, such that everyone just let him have it his way. He was more like a boss to every inmate. Damon and his pair sat. Chris remained still, unmoved and without a flicker of intimidation in his eyes. “So, how you coping in here, homie?” Damon asked, picking a slice of bread from Chris’ plate. “Fine,” Chris said, his eyes darting across the dining hall, searching for another empty table but there was non
Valerie opened her eyes. She saw Gracie sitting at the corner of a white room. A beeping sound could be heard too, an irritant to her ears. Her senses came alive and she realized she was in a hospital.“Gracie?” she said as she tried to sit up straight. Her head spun, and she noticed she had a handcuff on her wrist that was clung to her bed. Her heart pounded.“Am I in handcuffs? Is this a hospital?” Valerie asked, her voice laced with panic. “Damn right it is,” Gracie said, still seated. “Geez! My head is killing me? How did you know I was here?” Valerie asked.“Followed the sound of betrayal, look where it led me. Apparently somebody had promised to seek help but they didn’t. They resorted to cocaine, again and that’s not even the worst part. Somehow they thought it was a good idea to drive at night, under the influence,” Gracie fumed. Valerie’s memory slowly came back to her. She recalled the tremors and loud voices, eventually prompting her to use the drugs again, and the
Valerie spread it smoothly over her dressing table surface with her index finger. She was almost drooling, feeling so much desire to just have it already. She lowered her face and sniffed over it, taking it in through her nose. During her first days she would sneeze, but now she had been so used to it, it was now a piece of cake. She let out a deep sigh of satisfaction, a groan of pleasure. Her whole world of misery started to fade away, and she stepped into a world of calm, serenity and peace. She felt lighter and happier as she threw herself on the bed.That’s how Valerie had been coping for the past three months. She had resorted to drugs to cope with her grief. It all started as just one simple way to just go through the night without crying. Just one time. One Friday evening as she tried to escape the loneliness of the mansion, she decided to go to a bar. She made a disguise of herself; shades, scarf, covered her hair and all so nobody would recognize her. Some dealer then appro