Chapter 6
Abigail steadied her gaze, staring at the woman beside her.
"Do you know who I am?" The woman asked, her lips wide with smile.
Abigail looked at her intently, unfortunately nothing came through. She pursed her lips, shaking her head. "No. I'm afraid not."
The woman's face fell disappointedly, but her smile was still bright. "That's alright. Mrs Reed, I am your doctor, Natasha Griffen." She said smiling. "Do you feel uncomfortable, are you in pain?" She asked.
Abigail swerved her head sideways, and on the sofa was Asher Reed. He was seating with his hands crossed against his chest watching her. Their eyes met briefly, but she retracted her stare.
"For a start, my head hurts badly." Abigail touched the back of her hair which has been carefully bandaged.
"That's normal. Anything else?" Natasha asked.
Abigail considered her for a second. "This may sound crazy, but, I can't remember anything from the last two years. It's as if I somehow travelled directly into the future"
Abigail waited for the woman's judgmental stare, but it didn't come. Natasha didn't seem fazed by her insane honesty.
"Mrs Reed, you are definitely not insane. You have suffering from selective amnesia."
"What?" Abigail was dumbfounded. Amnesia. Why didn't she consider it?
"In such case, the patient suffers partial memory loss which will seem as though one traveled through time directly into the future. But that's not the case, they just simply lost some of their memories" Natasha explained it to her.
Abigail rubbed her palm against her face. How could she have forgotten two years of her life? Her life had completely changed. She was not the Abigail she once was.
Her eyes burned with tears. "Can I get my memories back?" She queried. She had so many questions that needed answers. How she ended up married to Mr Reed? What happened to her family? How she became so fat? And Dave, why wasn't she married to him instead?
More questions erupted, causing her head to ache more.
"You must remain calm. And you need rest as well, Mrs Reed. And as for your memories, you'll get it but with time" The doctor tried to assure her, but Abigail couldn't stop the flow of tears seeking freedom from her eyes.
She continued crying, but warm arms covered her, Abigail pulled her head to Asher. He was seating beside her, pulling her into his arms.
Abigail held unto his collar shirt and continue to bawl. She detested everything, her terrible weight, married to a man she barely knew and now, even her life was in danger.
Quickly, her head snapped to Asher's. "Clara and Emma?"
"Now is not the time to think about them…"
She insisted. "Where are they?"
"In jail, where they belonged!"
After a while, she stopped crying. Asher looked at her clothes, and his shirt all drenched in her tears. He wiped off the tearstain on her cheeks without saying a word to her.
His face was emotionless as he picked Abigail up from the bed into his arms and went to the bathroom.
Abigail was shocked, how could he dare to carry her with such weight? She tried to speak up but was silenced with stare.
He carried her firmly, and placed her steadily on the tile floors. He turned in the shower, and began to strip. Abigail's eyes rounded. What was he doing? Without warning, Asher absconded his shirt, and had begun to unzip his pants.
"What are you doing?" She didn't mean to yell, she was merely startled. "Why are you taking off your clothes?"
Asher paused. He looked at Abigail like she had asked the most stupid question in existence. "What do you think?" He spoke in a bored, yet calm tone. "Aren't you going to take a bath?"
"Yes, but certainly not with you!" She pulled a hand to her face. "Carry on alone. I'll come shower after you're done." She raced outside, locking the door behind. She felt her cheeks redden and her heart pounding.
"Did you recall anything?" Natasha's voice startled her. She was already packing up her tools with her eyes on Abigail.
Abigail shook her head. "Unfortunately, no,"
"Well, like I said, it'll come with time. You should spend time around familiar faces, it'll help you recover your memories sooner." She said, taking her leave.
Abigail was curled on the sofa, when Asher strolled out from the bathroom. He had only a towel tied loosely around his waist, moving to the wardrobe with his back against her. Abigail took the opportunity to explore his body now that he was not looking at her. He had tousled black hair, a strong face and perfect jawline. His skin was tanned with the broadest shoulder and well-defined muscles. He looked like a sculpted god.
Abigail forced her eyes away from his naked skin, she could hardly deny it, Asher was a handsome man with looks that were out of the world. She stood from the sofa going into the bathroom to shower.
In short seconds she was out, wearing a purple nighties, Asher was seating on the edge of the bed, holding his tablet. She sat on the sofa again, watching him.
"Do you have something to say?" He took her off guard.
"No," She replied, even if she did have questions, Abigail knew he wouldn't give her any answers.
Asher dropped the tablet on the table, without warning his glacial green eyes locked with hers. "Come over"
Abigail couldn't quell the nervous throbbing of her heart. "I'm not feeling sleepy, yet. Why don't you turn in first?" She said quietly.
After a minute of pause, Asher cool voice sounded. "It's either you come over, or I go to you" When she didn't respond, he closed his eyes, sighing. "Fine Abigail, I'll come to you,"
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