#7 General Fiction 05/08/2017
Angie Cooper woke up in hospital without any memory of her past or identity. She didn't had ID with herself and nobody was looking for her. Even after six months she doesn't remember anything and the police is stoppin...
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Hello my lovely readers. I am so sorry to update so late. As I wrote in my previous chapter I am so busy at my work these days I have less time for writing. But I finally finished this chapter and again I am hoping you will like it.
I would like to dedicate this chapter to all of you who are still patiently waiting for another chapter. Thank you so much for your support. It means a lot to me.
Chapter 16
I couldn't see properly. Everything was hazy. My head was hurting. The pain was very sharp and I felt a warm liquid streaming down my scalp on my temple and my cheek. A silhouette was walking around me. It was a man. But I couldn't see his face. Why is everything so blurry? His movements seemed very nervous. Just like he was hesitating. Then he pointed his hand at me. My heart started to beat faster. He wasn't only pointing his hand but he was holding a gun. Oh my god. I am going to die. No. No. Please don't kill me. And then I heard two gunshots and excruciating pain in my chest.
I opened my eyes and sit down abruptly. I was in my bed. I was breathing heavily trying to catch my breath. My hand was immediately stroking the scars on my chest. I saw it again. It was so vivid. It seemed so real. This has to be a memory.
"Hey. It's okay. It was just a bad dream." I heard right next to me. I jumped by surprise when I looked to my left as I didn't expected anyone around me. I forgot Nicholas was there. He was stroking my back as I was trying to catch my breath. I wrapped my arms around him tightly. I needed to feel safe and I did felt so safe in his arms.
"It's okay." he said again. "It was just a bad dream." he repeated calming me down and stroking my back.
"Sorry. I woke you up." I said after a while when I finally calmed down. His presence is doing a magic to me. I immediately forget what upsets me. I feel like I know him my entire life, like we belong together. Last night was my first time with a man. Well certainly not in my entire life, but in my new life which I can remember. It was incredible. It seemed like he exactly knew my body, just like he knew where are my most sensitive spots. We were making love so many times until we were so exhausted we fell asleep.
"Don't worry you didn't wake me. I was about to go into shower." he said and caressed my cheek. I was still shaking from my dream.
"It is okay." he said again and kissed me softly on my forehead. "It must have been really bad dream to shake you like this." he said and I remembered the gunshots and the pain.
"It was." I nodded.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked me as he frowned. I just shook my head. What would I told him? I think the dream is a memory but I am not sure? Oh God I am so confused.
"I don't want to talk about it. Let's not ruin our morning even more." I said. He smiled and leaned down to kiss me. His lips on mine were like medicine to my soul. I felt his tongue enter my mouth and exploring it. Then he was placing sweet kisses on my neck slowly tracing behind my ear. His touch is making wonders to my body and I loosed myself again in his sweet love making.
