Oh No No No|Book#1&2|

Chapter 20: Forgotten past

Hey!

So this annoucment is important. I've got coments and private messages. Wellllllllllllllllllllll, yeah.

But I've written this already and honestly, changing the storyline is a lil off. If you want the alternative ending, the opposite ending.

Then let me know!
I'll write a opposite ending to this one as bonus chapters. But it WON'T BE THE REAL ENDING.

SO YEAH! I want y'all to know that Martin isn't the same sweet guy you have or have not read in Oh My Love. Yes, he's cocky and a jerk. But he's still better than this version.

But people change for the better or worse is up to them.

This is just a story!

Peace until the end✌️

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Emily

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The shadows faded and I saw a blurry figure making its way toward me. I stared at him in fear. Covering and mumbling something.

I keep yelling, but I don't know why.

"PLEASE!" I hear. I shudder as I realise thats my voice.

I want out! But I feel stuck. I feel stuck. I feel stuck...

I cover as the person raises something hits me. I feel a slap of something like a blast and I wake up breathing harshly.

I'm in bed with Martin. He has something he wants to tell me today. I stand up to get dressed.

I stare at my own reflection and sigh. My eyes seemed older than my twenty year old version that I remember. I'm 31 years old. And I've forgotten eleven years.

Martin and the doctor helped me in simple facts about myself. 31, Emily Rue Kain. Married to Martin. Forgot eleven years and that's about all they were able to tell me before I made them stop.

I asked Martin about my mother and he said it's true. She's been dead for eleven years now. I close my eyes in pain.

When I asked about our eleven years that I've forgotten, he says he needs to tell me something.

But what could that be? I did want kids, but in this house I've only entered ours and have seen no kids.

So in thirteen years I've had no kids? Why? Did we not want any? I don't remember changing my mind the two years of marriage I remember.

This is all so confusing. I ask about our pictures throughout the years and he doesn't say anything. I don't know what he wants from me anymore.

Does he even want me to remember?

I brush my teeth and wear a Harry Potter shirt and white shorts. I breath in and love the cool feeling. I exit the bathroom and watch Martin sleep.