31. Real entity of the ugly truth

Playlist for this chapter;

Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles,

To Build A Home - The Cinematic Orchestra,

Echoes In Rain - Enya,

Queen Of My Heart - Westlife. (I love this song 😭😭😭. I was playing it while writing the last scene)

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Some people are meant to fall in love with each other, but not meant to be together.

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I THOUGHT HE WAS uncaring, cold and hooded, angry at the world, the Grinch look alike when it comes to character terms. It was untill those sharp, green, penetrating stormy, beautiful eyes that were detached from everything around him, it was untill they landed on me that I saw the sad intense look in them like I meant every thing to him.

"Who's he Dad?" I repeat my question, chewing on my buttom lip in frustration. And Dad still manages to look dumbstruck and disappointed as he avoids my gaze.

He arrived few minutes after my friends left my ward. Veronica and Margaret had made several lame excuses of heading home to run errands for their parents, to go work at some temporary retirement home, even tending to some handicap child that was under their care. I knew they were telling lies, in other not to out spill whatever the fuck they were hiding. It's so obvious they know something I don't.

And now that Dad's present, I'm prepared to let hell loose by letting the cat out of the bag, something my supposed friends were too chicken reveal.

"Dad," I warn, giving him a stern look and Dr Greyson exhales.

"Mr Jones, I suggest you tell her the truth. It'd help in regaining her memory." He instructs, looking back and forth between me and Dad.

I bite the insides of my cheeks so hard, impatiently awaiting Dad to speak up from where he's sitted in his business suit, his head and shoulders sagging in something that bears a strikingly resemblance to fear. I can sense that he wants to talk, but has something on his inside, betraying his lips by clamping them tightly shut like they are invisibly glue with gum.

Rising to his feet, he stares at me with those ocean blue eyes I've got, takes a deep breath, then walks towards where I am, on my wheelchair.

"He's your step brother. He's the reason why you're here in this state."

I stay completely still, confused, beyond shocked and damn clueless.

WTAF!?

"Step brother! You never mentioned any step brother to me."I accuse the moment I find my voice. My chest starts doing a turmoil on my inside, as I force my breath to stay steady. And all my brain can properly align is the word 'Step Brother'

"That's because it wasn't required." Dad's voice rings out, slipping me out of my anxious thoughts.

"Fucking hell!"

"I got married to his mother three months ago. He has four other siblings."

"Oh my God, I can't believe I have five step siblings." My words are followed by a long awkward pause as I stare down at the cup of coffee that I have my hands bind around. What was streaming hot earlier when it was served, had turned cold because I had refused to drink out of it.

"You two were having an affair despite I and everyone disapproved of it."

"Oh my God." Everything starts sinking in now. No wonder he acted that way, why he stared at me like that. Why his siblings restrained him from coming close to me. No wonder Margaret and Veronica wheeled me away from him as fast as they could.

I was having an affair with a step brother of mine. Shit! The military hair style guy is my step brother. I've gotten intimate with him.

I start feeling hot inside, and bite on my buttom lip from the stupid blush I feel creeping up, from my neck to my cheeks.

"He's the cause of the accident," Dad continues, his voice growing thick with infuriation "And I'll make him pay." His face suddenly hardens and seethes in anger, resembling ten shades of red as I snap my head up at him.

"Nurse Olivia, get me out of here. I don't want to be in the same room with him." I tell my nurse irritatedly, and she stares at me cautiously for few moments, before nodding and proceeds to wheel me out of my ward. Turning to my Dad, I glare at him so hard that my body vibrates with sudden hate, I say. "I can't believe you kept this away from me. How could you?" I hold my breath as I ask.

"It was to protect you."

"From what?" I draw in a deep breath to soothe the swelling fury that starts growing inside of me, as I look away because I can't manage to look at him any further.

"From him."

"Urgh! I hate you so much now." I snort, groaning the same time through gritted teeth, I throw the cup of coffee away and watch the mess it creates on the floor. I clench my fists so hard that I start feeling pains on my all.

"Kate," Dad tries to take a step towards me with worry masking his facial features, as Nurse Olivia slams the door open, wheeling me out. But Dr Greyson stops him.

"I think you should let her go blow off some stream, she needs to cool off. So don't upset her anymore."

"I know. Just that she's always been the most head strong child. And she could do something she'd regret on the later." Is what I hear Dad tell Dr Greyson when the door closes.

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"I trust you'll be fine on your own." Nurse Olivia says, staring down at me with admiration in her eyes.

I nod, give her a small smile, then accept the phone she holds out to me.

"Call me when you need me."

I nod again, smiling my gratitude towards her, then watch as she takes her leave.

Here I am, sitting on my wheel hair in front of his ward. Because I need answers, answers I'm sure he's the only one that can provide.

Blowing out a big puff of breath, I raise my hand up and knock thrice.

"Hey doc, visiting hour isn't over yet." A voice calls out. And I knock even harder this time.

Someone jerks the door open, and my vision sees a red head, who gasps when he sees me. I guess this is also a step brother of mine.

"Hey wanker, get away from the door!" A female voice yells, and I hear footsteps heading towards the door, where the tall red head is still gaping at me with his eyes growing a fraction wider each second.

Out comes a salt pepper haired beautiful girl, whose expression copies her brother after she gasps. Her eyes seems to inexplicably widen every moment horrifically.

Well hello, step sister. I give her a friendly-non-threatnening smile.

"Oh my God. She's here." The girl throws her head back to inform the rest of the people inside. I hear noise, like a sound suspiciously sounding like shuffling and several footsteps runs towards the door.

I feel a tiny smile twitch at the corner of my mouth when I see the curly haired muscular boy, and the straightened black haired girl.

"Let her in." The voice of a woman commands, and the siblings immediately step away from the door.

I squeeze the arms of my chair because I can't wheel myself in.

The muscular boy, sensing I need help, scratches the back of his head, before moving over to my back to wheel me inside.

"You must be my step mother." I speak up for the first time, when I'm finally inside.

And the lady sitted at the side of his bed, nods, watching my fidgeting of hands tentatively.

"I.." I swallow the sudden lump in my throat before spilling. "I need to speak with your son."

And he, the military haired style boy, the step brother I had had sex with, pauses from weeping and finally looks up at me with those darn green eyes. The black sweats he's putting on makes his eyes a shade greener.

I gulp.

"I need to talk to you." I direct this statement to him.

Both mother and son exchanges a look.

"We're leaving now." His mom speaks up before anyone can.

"Mother." He gives his mom a look like she's killing him, as more tears clouds his vision and drips down on his cheek.

The pain in his eyes as he returns them back to me, literally uproots my heart out of my ribcage.

"Do what is right for the both of you, do what is best if you want our family to reign in peace, son." Are the last words she said quietly, before returning her attention to the rest of her children, ushers them out, and slams the door shut with a soft thud.

Sniffing and wiping the tears away with the back of his sleeve clad hand, his lips parts gradually, and trembles as he looks at me.

I blink stupidly, and look at his red tear stained face.

We stay in companionable silence, and the only noise that can be heard is the boy blowing his nose into the tissue occasionally, with me feeling all shades of stupid. Because I had said I wanted to talk to him, and the words suddenly died out in my throat the moment we were given privacy.

I can't believe he's the one I was having an affair with. It's damn hard to do, because he's the most beautiful male I've ever seen.

I gulp down my nervousness, rubbing my palms which has gone sweaty together, despite it was freaking cold.

After sometime, he leaves his side of the bed and advances towards me, limping.

Discarding his clutches, my mouth parts in suprise when he gradually goes down on one knee.

He's practically kneeling in front of me with one knee.

"You still don't remember me, Kate?" The dark circles around his eyes are prominent that he deprives himself off sleep.

I shake my head no. My skin start tingling with a sensation of mild discomfort of awareness, as his gaze starts getting beyond intense on me.

"How about I kiss you, and see if you can." He says softly, then looks at me with sadness and desire evident in his eyes.

This isn't happening, this can't be happening to me. Not right now.

Maybe we were having an affair, but currently, everything is happening too fast for me to comprehend.

Goosebumps erupts on my skin, and panic on my inside as I stare at him, open mouthed.

"No." I persist flippantly.

"Just let me kiss you, Kate. Please." He begs, with his eyes still focused on mine. Before he goes down on the other knee.

"Please, let me prove to you that you use to love me." His eyes starts watering again.

My breath catches up in my throat because his intensity is so intimidating that it stripes my guard off me.

Confusion stuns my brain as I contemplate my answer for a while, on seeing how this boy who was in tears few minutes earlier, has turned into a man in charge.

I close my eyes as he leans forward, settling his fisted bandaged clad hands on my thighs, he takes my buttom lip into his mouth, and sucks hard on it, before moving over to nibble and suck on my upper lip.

I open up my mouth and he slides in his tongue like a snake, before kissing me with all his might that my cerebrum, cerebellum and medulla oblongata starts waltzing in my brain. His mouth is hot, tastes of mint and has the faint scent of Pepsi he'd drank earlier on. I can feel the heat of his mouth, seering into mine.

Like a splash of iced water, an unforeseen thunder with lightening strikes through my brain, leads by persuasion, my senses, out from where they were apparent.

All the memories starts flooding in and starts piling inside my head like a duffle bag that is being shoved with several clothings.

My fifth birthday when I had cried and refused to come out because I wanted to have a mom like my mates. My Dad who provided everything; my knowledge, food, laughter and happiness. My crush on Tristan Walter Gardener from kindergarten when I was crying over my spilled milk during lunch break, and he offered me his instead. Ver and Maggie that I became friends with when our pre School teacher forced us to take a nap. Madeline who became my personal maid when I clocked ten. Nana Jones who was the only mother figure in my life. Doris, the wedding, my step siblings, the punch from Max, the near drowness I experienced. I got kidnapped, almost raped by one of my captors, made friends with Molly, lost my virginity to Max, ran away with him, survived a plane crash with still Max. And when he told me he loved me. Nana Jones funeral, Sam singing, Max and Evans beating up Clinton Gabe, me and Max on his bike driving away from the cemetery because he was pissed.

My chest burns when my memory lane plays the part of the accident.

I disengage my lips from Max's and start breathing hard, with my heart speeding as hot tears begins welling up in my eyes.

"Max." I choke out, and his large lean body trembles as he hears the sound of his name from my mouth. Like it has so much effect coming from me. He cups my jaw with his casted hand.

"You remember, you fucking know me now." His facial expression is now a variation of shock and happiness.

And when he raises my hand up, and presses and soft kiss to it, when he places my hand on his cheek and kisses it, it feels like fucking home.

"I thought I was going to loose you after the accident. And when I heard you regained conciousness I was glad you didn't die, but my happiness died out when I was informed you had Retrograde Amnesia. I thought you wouldn't remember, I thought you wouldn't remember that you love me." Tears are spilling out of his eyes as. "I love you, I love you so fucking much." Exhaling, he kisses me again, brushing my tears away with his thumb the same time.

I feel a tug in my heart, because I can't believe the boy I forgot due to my memory loss, is Max. The love of my life.

Max pulls me into a hug, and tucks my head under his chin.

When we break off the hug, he carries me off my wheelchair and places me gently on his bed. Kissing me softly as he lays down on the bed next to me, he wraps his strong arms around me.

His murmuring of how much he loves me, is what I hear untill the chains of sleep binds me.

And when I wake up, expecting to see Max next to me. His space on the bed is empty. And it's Dad I see on the only chair in Max's ward.

"He's no longer with us." Dad breathes out.

"Discharged?" I blink.

"He's gone out of here, out of your life. Kate."

How could he say that? He knows how important Max is to me. Why on Earth would he try to feed my mind with lies?

It's a sudden news at first, and I try to brush it off by scoffing because knowing how headstrong Max is, he'd come here to see me, even if he was discharged. But my scoff was laced with uncertain sadness, sudden emptiness and dread of being abandoned by the love of my life.

"He's never coming back." Dad states, and hands me his tablet

Refusing to believe the awful confirmation on my Dad's face, I reluctantly accept the tab, eyeing him with suspicion. And when I stare into the picture on Dad's tab, it's a rare picture of Max at the Airport with his luggages.

Which stirs up deep shock that Max has choose to leave me. Yet, making me go through a great disorder of uncertainty.