Amelia Becker and Beau Brooks were the perfect couple. Everyone envied their relationship. It only took one life changing event for them to realise how much they meant to each other. Forgotten, that's what Beau was. He felt lost without having Amelia knowing the truth, without having her in his arms whenever he wanted. Will she eventually learn to trust Beau and regain her memory?


23. Chapter 23

“Amelia?” I heard someone mumble from inside the car. “Amelia?” The voice soon became clearer. I must have dozed off, again. Beau shook me lightly, trying to wake me up.

“Mhmm,” I groaned letting him know I was awake. Before I had time to open my eyes I felt someone lift me up and carry me. My eyes fluttered open to find a sad looking Beau. I haven’t spoke to him about what happened earlier nor made eye contact with him. I’ve been avoiding the situation. I closed my eyes hoping he wouldn’t bring the subject up. I’m too tired for all of this.

“I know you’re faking just open your eyes,” He said as he placed me on the soft comfy bed. I ignored him. “Amelia, don’t be like this.” He sighed. I opened my eyes to find his gloomy looking ones, once he realised I was staring at him his expression changed, almost hopeful for something.

Neither of us spoke, we just stayed silent staring at each other, an awkward silence.

“You’ve been avoiding me, why?”

“Beau, do I really need to answer that?” It was clear enough to me. He let out a small sigh without saying anything but their was one question I’d been wanting to ask since he tried to kiss me. “Why?” Was all I said.

“Why what?” He asked.

“Why try and kiss me?” I whisper, my eyes not leaving my hands which were playing with the pillow. I looked up, he went to speak but I stopped him. “The truth, please, no more lies.” I said softly. He frowned but starting talking.

“I don’t know,”

“What do you mean you don’t know? Heat of the moment or I like you sort of thing?”  Half of me was begging him to say ‘I like you’ but the other half was telling me different. What happened if we really did kiss? He has a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend. This is so wrong.

“I, uh,” He hesitated not knowing what to say. “Heat of the moment…” He barely managed to whisper, his voice cracking slightly. It killed me to hear this. As much as I knew it was wrong I wanted to hear him say different.

“Okay,” I croaked.


I can’t do this anymore. It’s killing me, the fact that she doesn’t know the truth, the fact that I have to lie to her every second of the day. Will she forgive me if the truth does slip out? I just want her to remember, I need her to remember. I quickly grabbed my Iphone and went out the front door, I needed to go and think. I needed to call someone and there was only one person I knew could help me.

“Hello?” The man on the other line answered.

“DR Jenkins, It’s Beau Brooks.” I said with no emotion.

“Ah, yes, Beau. How are you and Miss Becker doing?”

“I can’t do this anymore, I need to tell her the truth.” I manage to say, holding my tears back.

“Beau, that isn’t a wise idea for you or Miss Becker. She needs to recover slowly. It’s still early days; it’ll be too much pressure for her brain.”

“Bullshit, it’s been 2 months. I can’t lie to her anymore. She’s getting too suspicious.”

“Beau, this isn’t a good idea.”

“Have you run tests to know if this will end badly?” I asked rudely.

“No, but-”

“Then I don’t see what should go wrong, it’s just a theory of yours. It means nothing.”

“Beau, listen to me if you tell her now then I can guarantee it won’t go to plan. Give it one more month, maybe 2 top and see how she does. If she hasn’t recovered yet then you can tell her.” DR Jenkins finally gave in.

“Another 2 months?”

“Yes, you’ll have to be patient.” Patient? I’ve been patient enough as it is.

“Ok,” I manage to say. It’s for Amelia’s sake.

“Now, I would like you both to come in tomorrow so I can see if there has been any improvement on her memory and run scans on her brain.”

“What time?” I ask him.

“Does 1pm sound okay to you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks DR.”

“I’ll see you both tomorrow,” He then hangs up.  I let out a frustrated sigh as I walk back to our apartment.

I need to keep my distance from Amelia and learn to control my actions if I want this to work.


I hear the door shut violently that’s when I burst into tears. I just want things back to normal. Why can’t I just have my memory back? I want the truth and only the truth. I want Beau.

I cry silently into my pillow for a good 5 minutes. I heard the bedroom door creak open a few seconds later. I shrugged it off knowing it’ll be Beau. I soon feel a body sit down next to where I was lying. Silence, none of us spoke. I went to say something as I felt a hand run up and down my spine.

“Beau, piss off.” I tell him. No answer, he just continues tracing his fingers along my back. “Beau, stop it. I’m not in the mood.” I grumbled. “BEAU!” I scream this time, lifting my head off the pillow to turn around. I gasp in shock and fear. It’s not Beau.

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