to.
"Yeah, your friend mentioned you have
amnesia? How did that happen?" He asked leaned
back putting his arm across the back of the couch
behind me. Kimmy tensed like an anger kitten next
to me. Pissed by her actions I leaned back against
his arm out of spite. Not even looking at her, I
answered him.
"Yeah it was a big mess. I forgot a lot of
stuff. I'm still trying to piece things together."
"Ever, I'm going to the bathroom, will you
come with me?" Kimmy told me.
I looked over at her. "I don't need to go, but
you can," turning away from her I looked back at
Harper. He raised an eyebrow. Kimmy didn't
move, so I turned to look at her.
"Aren't you going?"
Kimmy's eyes widened and she stood and
stormed off. I hated to see her so mad but like I
said I'm grown I can make my own decisions. I
certainly didn't need a baby sitter.
"What's wrong with her?" Harper mused.
"She's just upset I'm talking to you," I
blurted out.
"Oh? And, why is that?"
"Well, I am supposed to have a boyfriend.
The problem is I don't remember ever meeting
him."
Mentally I cursed myself. Why was I telling
him all this? I thought about it a moment. I do
know why. Because he doesn't know what's going
on. He's bias to the whole situation. I could talk to
him without him saying, once you remember, or
Oliver this, Oliver that.
"That's a bit sad," he said no hint of
remorse.
I didn't seem to care though because I just
kept spilling my guts to him.
"His names Oliver and I don't know when
I'm not around him everything sucks. But, he
confuses me, you know," I looked up at Harper and
blushed.
"Sorry, kind of just spilled my guts to you."
"It's no big deal," he said placing his hand
on my shoulder.
"So how are you able to come up here? Isn't
this the owner’s private room or something?" I
asked changing the subject.
"Well. I am the owner," he grinned showing
his shiny white teeth.
"Really?"
"Yeah. My dad owns the place. His names
Weasley by the way," Harper gave me a sly look
when he said his dad's name as if I would know
who that was, but nothing came to mind.
"Does he own other night clubs?" I asked.
Maybe he was like a millionaire or something.
"Yeah a few."
"Wow, that's pretty cool. So you get to
come here anytime you want and drink for free?"
He shrugged. "It gets boring after a while."
I nodded not sure what to say.
"You don't want to dance?"
"Oh...no," I shook my head. After that
climb up the stairs, my leg hurt like hell.
"Mind if I-?" his hand grazed my leg.
Blushing I looked down realizing my scar
was showing. I opened my mouth not sure what to
say. His hand was extremely warm on my leg.
Without an answer, yet he slid my dress up a little
looking at the nasty scars that blended into an ugly
purple mess.
"You were shot?" he asked raising an eye
brow.
"Yeah," I muttered.
"Hurts like a bitch don't it," he laughed.
My head snapped up, "You’ve been shot?"
He nodded. "In my right shoulder. Bullet's
still lodged in there."
"Everlyn," Kimmy snarled.
I turned to look at her. She was standing
with her hands on her hips, her eyes glued to the
spot on my leg where Harper's hand still rested.
"We're leaving. Right. Now."
"I don't want to leave," I glared.
I'm so sick and tired of being treated like a
child. Kimmy should know that feeling better than
anyone should after dealing with her parents.
"It wasn't a question Ever. Get up," she said
reaching over and taking my arm. I jerked it out of
her grasp standing up.
"Dammit Kimmy. I've lost my memory not
become a child."
"You're not thinking straight. You don't
belong here. You belong back home with Oliver."
"I don't know Oliver!" I yelled.
"When you remember him then-"
"Stop fucking telling me "when you
remember"! What if I never do?"
"Oliver is at home right now upset because
you aren't living at the house anymore. Do you
know how devastated he is that you don't
remember anything?"
"He's a big boy he'll be just fine," I told her
crossing my arms but inside it felt as if someone
"Yeah, your friend mentioned you have
amnesia? How did that happen?" He asked leaned
back putting his arm across the back of the couch
behind me. Kimmy tensed like an anger kitten next
to me. Pissed by her actions I leaned back against
his arm out of spite. Not even looking at her, I
answered him.
"Yeah it was a big mess. I forgot a lot of
stuff. I'm still trying to piece things together."
"Ever, I'm going to the bathroom, will you
come with me?" Kimmy told me.
I looked over at her. "I don't need to go, but
you can," turning away from her I looked back at
Harper. He raised an eyebrow. Kimmy didn't
move, so I turned to look at her.
"Aren't you going?"
Kimmy's eyes widened and she stood and
stormed off. I hated to see her so mad but like I
said I'm grown I can make my own decisions. I
certainly didn't need a baby sitter.
"What's wrong with her?" Harper mused.
"She's just upset I'm talking to you," I
blurted out.
"Oh? And, why is that?"
"Well, I am supposed to have a boyfriend.
The problem is I don't remember ever meeting
him."
Mentally I cursed myself. Why was I telling
him all this? I thought about it a moment. I do
know why. Because he doesn't know what's going
on. He's bias to the whole situation. I could talk to
him without him saying, once you remember, or
Oliver this, Oliver that.
"That's a bit sad," he said no hint of
remorse.
I didn't seem to care though because I just
kept spilling my guts to him.
"His names Oliver and I don't know when
I'm not around him everything sucks. But, he
confuses me, you know," I looked up at Harper and
blushed.
"Sorry, kind of just spilled my guts to you."
"It's no big deal," he said placing his hand
on my shoulder.
"So how are you able to come up here? Isn't
this the owner’s private room or something?" I
asked changing the subject.
"Well. I am the owner," he grinned showing
his shiny white teeth.
"Really?"
"Yeah. My dad owns the place. His names
Weasley by the way," Harper gave me a sly look
when he said his dad's name as if I would know
who that was, but nothing came to mind.
"Does he own other night clubs?" I asked.
Maybe he was like a millionaire or something.
"Yeah a few."
"Wow, that's pretty cool. So you get to
come here anytime you want and drink for free?"
He shrugged. "It gets boring after a while."
I nodded not sure what to say.
"You don't want to dance?"
"Oh...no," I shook my head. After that
climb up the stairs, my leg hurt like hell.
"Mind if I-?" his hand grazed my leg.
Blushing I looked down realizing my scar
was showing. I opened my mouth not sure what to
say. His hand was extremely warm on my leg.
Without an answer, yet he slid my dress up a little
looking at the nasty scars that blended into an ugly
purple mess.
"You were shot?" he asked raising an eye
brow.
"Yeah," I muttered.
"Hurts like a bitch don't it," he laughed.
My head snapped up, "You’ve been shot?"
He nodded. "In my right shoulder. Bullet's
still lodged in there."
"Everlyn," Kimmy snarled.
I turned to look at her. She was standing
with her hands on her hips, her eyes glued to the
spot on my leg where Harper's hand still rested.
"We're leaving. Right. Now."
"I don't want to leave," I glared.
I'm so sick and tired of being treated like a
child. Kimmy should know that feeling better than
anyone should after dealing with her parents.
"It wasn't a question Ever. Get up," she said
reaching over and taking my arm. I jerked it out of
her grasp standing up.
"Dammit Kimmy. I've lost my memory not
become a child."
"You're not thinking straight. You don't
belong here. You belong back home with Oliver."
"I don't know Oliver!" I yelled.
"When you remember him then-"
"Stop fucking telling me "when you
remember"! What if I never do?"
"Oliver is at home right now upset because
you aren't living at the house anymore. Do you
know how devastated he is that you don't
remember anything?"
"He's a big boy he'll be just fine," I told her
crossing my arms but inside it felt as if someone
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