Big Time Rush Til Forget About You Novels & Stories

“I hope you forget it.” *

no, not her car, maybe someone else's, spinning. A big truck. Blue. The color seared into her retinas. Impact. Then nothing.

They had thought Bigger might break up – but here they were, live and in the flesh! If the fans only knew how close they’d come to never seeing them together again. Killian had been uncharacteristically silent, not playing one of his mischievous intros, so there wasn’t any music until Derek grabbed the mic and shouted, “One, two, three, four!” As though broken from some fairytale trance, Riley immediately hit the drums and started thrashing. You’d never have known she’d been almost catatonic with fear just thirty seconds before. The band launched into “Forgot You Were Gone,” which had peaked at number one on the Billboard charts just three months before. The crowd tried to sing along, but we

I shrug in reply, bringing out the wad of cash, placing it on his table. "What you need." He asks, staring at the money hungrily. Scratching my beards, I say "Acid. I need Acid." all parts of me shaking. "You been taking lots of acid, man." Rye says. "Yeah, yeah. Just give me acid, smack and more crack, I'll soon run out. Do that stuff you did the other time." I say, I've totally forgotten the name, wish it is easier to forget her name too. "Speedballing."

"I haven't forgotten the slap you gave her. Now that you're back, I expect an apology to her." "Why should I apologize?" "Because you hurt her," Bruce's tone hardened. "She lost her brother, and I'm the only one who can look after her. And you, as my future wife, should be treating her like your sister." Memories of that night five years ago flooded back. The illicit street race. Bruce, in a bid to show off his bravery, tore through Chiverton's industrial zone in a souped-up sports car. The engine overheated, fuel spilled, and in an instant, flames devoured half the street.

She forced me into the only escape route, leaving herself behind. As her voice gradually faded into the rubble, her final words to me were, "We're even now. I owe you nothing." I knew she had done all that just to make amends for forgetting me and falling for someone else, not because she still loved me. Tamping down the bitterness welling up in my chest, I uttered softly, "There's no going back for Eleanor and me." In this life, I would never repeat that mistake. Leaving the Ashby residence, I headed to the village clinic to find Dylan.

“How could you leave without saying a word? Do you know how worried they’ve been?” She came too close. I leaned back on instinct. Then she bent toward my ear and smiled. “Push me,” she whispered. “They’ll still believe me.” Something snapped into place. The fountain. The bottle. Her face. The three of them choosing her while I stood there trying to make them see. Not everything came back. Enough did. I shoved her. She clearly hadn’t expected it. She stumbled and fell hard enough to split her brow on the edge of the stone path.

[Ms. Fleming, will you continue the treatment? If you will, don't forget to collect your medicine.] [Ms. Fleming, your condition is quite serious. It will only deteriorate if you don't treat it. Don't give up. If you do, you'll forget everything in seven days.] I looked at the messages from Dr. Chester Richmond for a long time without replying. Perhaps having amnesia was not such a bad thing after all. I could not recall anything worth remembering in my entire life.