Chapter 9

   

Chapter Nine

 

I shake my head. “I can’t tell Bryan.”

I’m sitting on a bed that’s in"what looks like"a master bedroom. It looks daylight outside.

I look up at Lucas. “If he finds out this way, I’m going to die.”

Lucas steps closer to me. “D--don’t say that.”

I stand up and walk over to the dresser. I throw my hands up in the air. “You need to stop living in denial, Lucas.” I say through the mirror. “Not only is he going to kill me, he’s most definitely going to kill you too.”

He sits on the bed and shakes his head. “He’s not capable of murder, Natalie.”

I slam my hands onto the dresser and one of the jewelry stands hit the ground. “And what makes you so sure?”

“Natalie"”

“Get out!” I point to the bedroom door.

“Wait"Natalie.” He stands up and reaches out at me.

“I said get out!”

As Lucas is about to exit the room I hear the garage open.

 

 

My eyes dart open. I sit up and try to gather my thoughts. That dream doesn’t make any sense. If I was or still am married, why would I marry someone who would kill me? I get up, grab a hoodie, and walk down to Lucas’s room.

I lightly knock on the door and whisper, “Psssst, Lucas. It’s me, Natalie. Are you awake?” Who am I kidding? He’s probably sound asleep right now. I knock again. The door cracks open and then a little wider.

Lucas comes out from the darkness rubbing his eyes. “W"what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

I nod. “Yea, yea. I’m fine. I just need to talk to you about a memory.”

He tells me to come in and he shuts the door behind me.

When I get in I explain how I yelled and told him to get out because he “lived in denial”. I mean, I get that I was obviously having an affair with Lucas. What I don’t get is why I keep having dreams about it. I would like to have memories that remind me on how I got here, unless the affair has something to do with why I’m here.  Or maybe I’m just having scattered memories like any other normal person who deals with amnesia. Is it normal?

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[JBoone]

I can't wait for more. This is so good. Very thought provoking.