Lost Memories

Being in a mental hospital could never be easy.

That's what nineteen-year-old Amelia realises when she meets Bradley Hunter. A guy who manages to make her feel like she's worth something, in the midst of battling her own demons and walking the road to recovery. They develop an intense, strong emotional connection that is unlike anything the both of them have ever experienced.

But Amelia feels as if Bradley is oddly familiar, the sense of safety and comfort she feels with him is something she has never witnessed.
Bradley struggles with the memories that come back to haunt him, but will they be the reason for Bradley to lose Amelia forever, or to heal her wounds?


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5. Chapter Five.

Bradley

 

I couldn't sleep that night. Not once inch. I'd thought about going to Amelia's room and telling her that I'm sorry - which I was, but knowing I'd have to explain myself made me rethink it. As much as I wanted to kiss her in that very moment, so badly in fact that I could feel every cell in my body practically begging me to go on with it, I couldn't. I couldn't because I wouldn't kiss her until she knew the truth and remembered me.

 

I saw a girl sitting on her porch, staring down at the ground. I was getting bored of playing by myself so I decided to walk over to her. Her head popped up and she looked confused. 

'Hey, I'm Bradley, but you can call me B,'I said and sat next to her.

She was quiet and I thought she wasn't going to respond, but she did.

'I'm Amelia, but you can call me A,'she smiled.

'You wanna play?'I stood up and picked up a blue coloured piece of chalk. I also picked up a purple one and held it out to her.

She hesitated for a moment before silently taking the chalk from me. I sat cross-legged on the pavement, and she did the same. I began drawing a fire truck, because my dad was a fireman and he always told me how cool the truck was. 

I looked over at Amelia's drawing and saw she'd drawn a sunshine, followed with grass and a woman holding a little girl's hand. 

'Is that your mom?'I pointed to the woman on her drawing.

She nodded her head, as she painted a cloud next to the sunshine. 

'Amelia! What are you doing?'

I jumped up to a voice coming from behind me, and so did she. It was a tall man, his eyes were brown and he had a stern look on his face. 

'You know what we've told you about playing with strangers,'he walked over to Amelia and gripped her arm. I saw her eyes dart to her drawing below her and I knew he was most likely hurting her with his grip.

The man threw a cold look at me before practically dragging Amelia up the stairs with him. I didn't want her to go. For some reason I knew that she wasn't safe in that house. I could see it in her eyes when she looked at me over her shoulder, only panic and hurt visible in them.

I was going to help her, I swore to it.

 

'Bradley? Hello?'Dr. Montgomery flashed his pen before my eyes, and I was transferred back to reality.

'Uh, yeah. Sorry,'I rubbed my head, the memory still crystal clear in my mind.

'What happened?'

'I just remembered something,'I clenched my fists and forced myself to stay calm. I knew that man had been abusing her, and I was stupid to not have realised that he was most probably the main reason that brought her here. 

'And that was..?'

Dr. Montgomery waited eagerly for my response.

'Just something from my childhood.'

The rest of the session he talked to me about how I could control my anger and learn how to deal with it, but most of the time I couldn't get the memory out of my head and it kept replaying.

When I finally left his office, I knew I had to see her. I had so many questions that I knew she wasn't ready to answer, but I needed to see her to tell her last night wasn't her fault.

When lunch rolled around, I practically ran to the cafeteria as my eyes searched the room. They found her on the right side, sitting by herself and staring at the wall.

I didn't even bother to get any food, I walked through the rows of tables and sat opposite her.

'Amelia,'I said before she had any chance to walk away from me.

'Please, don't.'she held up her hand and gripped the table with her other hand, and it pained me to know I'd done this to her.

'No, let me explain. Last night wasn't your fault at all, you have to believe me,'I spoke fast, needing to make her understand.

'It's okay, Bradley. I understand,'she said as a tear fell from her eye, and my fingers itched to make it disappear. She stood up and began making her way outside, and I followed her.

'Understand what?'I asked, still walking beside her. When we'd reached the exit, she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.

'That you don't want to do that to me because I'm messed up.'

My heart plummeted against my chest as I listened to the lie that she'd just spilled.

'That's not it at all, of course I do. I just..need to sort out some stuff first,'I looked into her eyes and leaned my hand on one side of her head. 

She let out a breath and searched my eyes. My eyes travelled down her petite body. She was wearing a white t-shirt with a pair of grey jeans, and her hair was up in a ponytail. She looked gorgeous and I wanted to hold her small body against mine, to feel her skin on mine. I stopped daydreaming and returned to the present, and she was seemingly still lost in thought.

'I'm gonna go,'she replied, before turning on her heel and heading towards her room.

 

-

 

The memory wouldn't leave my head for the rest of the day, nor would the want and need to talk to Amelia and make her understand how damn much I want her, but can't have her until she's stable enough to remember and take all of the information in.

I twirled the pencil around in my hand, my mind drifting off to my childhood and the day I'd met her.

Suddenly, my door opened and Amelia entered with a look on her face that I couldn't make out.

'I need to get out of here,'she said hurriedly, walking straight towards my window and starting trying to open it.

I placed my hand on hers on the window frame. 'Hey, talk to me,'I said soothingly, slightly distraught at her behaviour. 

'Please. I need to get out of this god forsaken building for just one night. No one will know if we're quiet,'she pleaded, a sneaky smile tugging on her lips.

'You know that's not allowed, right?'I looked into her eyes and saw no sight of the girl I'd seen just hours before. Her eyes were full of a want, need, for adventure.

'Since when do you follow the rules?'she smirked, tilting her head to the side.

I let out a chuckle and looked behind me, to make sure no one was entering or could hear us.

'Okay, fine.'

She pulled out a key from her pocket and winked at me. 'Where the hell did you get that?'

She turned the key in the lock and it opened. 'I sneaked into the office earlier and borrowed it,'she said before opening the window. She turned to face me, her face beaming and her eyes bright. I was shocked to see this side of her unravel, but was more than happy about it.

'I'll go first, make sure it's safe,'I climbed out of the window and looked around, once I was sure all of the blinds were closed, I helped Amelia get out after me.

I pulled the hood of my hoodie down and grabbed Amelia's hand as we ran across the street, and a laugh escaped her lips. A grin appeared on my own, and when we made our way to the street opposite us, we stopped for a breather.

Her hair was being swooshed around in the wind and the smile on her face lit up each and every one of her features, making her look like an angel.

 

I knew exactly where I was going to take her for this spontaneous adventure.

 

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