Forgotten

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?

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9. Chapter 9

I was texting away on my phone replying to the group chat I had with Rosanna, Grace and Georgie when Beau’s phone goes off. He jumped in the shower not shortly after finishing dinner and he was currently still in there. Do I answer it or do I just let it ring? I wanted to leave it but I suddenly had this urge to answer it. My head was telling me it was perfectly normal.

“Hello?” I finally answered, not bothering to check who was ringing.

“Amelia!” I heard a voice I recognised but couldn’t quite make out who it was.

“Who is this?”

“It’s Jai!” Jai exclaimed.

“Oh! Hey!” I smiled not realising he couldn’t see.

“Always answering Beau’s phone I see.” He chuckled. I am? “Oh, wait, ignore that.” Jai realised I wouldn’t understand what he was talking about.

“So, what’s up?” I changed the subject.

“There’s a party tomorrow night. One of mine and Beau’s friend is the host. You two are invited, so are you up for it?” A party? It sounds like a good idea. It’ll be good for me to enjoy myself.

“Doesn’t sound like a bad idea; I’ll see what Beau thinks about it.”

“Okay. Beau knows the address if you two do decide to show up, tell him it’s Marcus’.”

“Alright, will do, night Jai.”

“Night, Mimi.” He then hung up. Okay so I have 2 nicknames so far, Mi and Mimi. What’s next? Mimimi?

I heard a cough coming from behind me. It caused me to jump a little, ok, maybe a lot. I turned around to find Beau staring at me with only a towel covering him, his chest exposed.

“Beau! You gave me a fright!” I said, holding my hand over my heart. He started laughing.

“Always answering my calls.” He shook his head, smiling.

“Sorry, is it a bad habit?”

“Yeah, but I don’t mind, I’m used to it so don’t be sorry.” He grinned walking into the kitchen.

“Who was it?” He called out.

“Jai,” I replied.

“What did he want?” Beau said, peeking his head through the door.

“There’s a party tomorrow night, at your friend Marcus’ house or something, you up for it?”

“Mi, I’m always up for a party. The question is, are you?”

“Yeah, I mean, why? Shouldn’t I be?” I questioned him and even myself.

“No, I mean with everything going on.” He said, I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, Beau. I’m tired of everyone acting like I’m fragile or some sort of year old. I’m perfectly fine. I just can’t remember a few things.” I told him, getting up from the sofa.

“You were just in an accident for goodness sake, Amelia. I have a right to ask you these things and to check up on you. I don’t want anything happening to you.” Beau argued back.

“Yes, and I can see why you’re so worried but I’m fine. It’s not like I will be driving anytime soon.” I grabbed my phone and walked into the bedroom, hoping this conversation would end. I didn’t mean to start an argument, especially not with Beau.

“Good, because I’m not letting you go anywhere near a vehicle which you’re able to drive.” Beau told me, as if he could control my actions. I went back into the living room, facing Beau.

“And who are you to tell me what I can and can’t do?!”

“I don’t want to fucking lose you!” His voice started rising.

“You can’t control me though, Beau, can you?! I’m not a puppet I can do whatever I want!”

“Go on then! But don’t come crying back to me when something goes wrong seeing as you don’t want me there for you.” He started walking in the direction of the bedroom.

“I never said I didn’t want you there for me, I said I need space, without people worrying about how I feel half the time!”

“Fine, whatever.” His back was still faced towards me; he finally reached the room and slammed the door in my face. If I didn’t know any better I would say the walls shook with how much pressure he slammed the door with.

Half hour went by and Beau still didn’t come out of the room. I regretted everything I said, I regretted telling him how I felt but if I didn’t let it out I would explode. I couldn’t keep it in any longer.

Mine and Beau’s first ever argument and I didn’t like it one bit. I mean, sure we must have argued before and all but this was the only one I could remember, and would remember. I didn’t like this one bit. I felt as if I screwed up big time. Should I apologise? 

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