Chapter Eight:

I put on a shy smile on my face, then press my lips into a firm line.

"So..." I mumbled and scratched the skin behind my ear, looking uncomfortable.

"What is it, miss Hart?" the doctor asked me with concern.

"I gotta tell you something and it will be great if you don't tell my mom about it." I said shyly. The doctor looked at me with a weird frown on his face and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm confused, miss Hart. Please speak to me."

"I don't have an amnesia." I got straight to the point. The doctor's eyes widened in shock. His face got pale as if he's seen a ghost.

"Miss Tiffany." he opened his mouth to speak, but I interrupted him.

"This guy, who was here a few minutes ago, he hurt me really bad a few years ago." I started my explanation.

I could lie to my family, but I couldn't lie to the doctors. My family wouldn't understand me. If I tell them, all the hell will unleash on my head. I also don't want to ruin my brother's friendship with his friend. Jake really did hurt me, but he was always there for my brother. I couldn't take that away from Derek.

"But why?" the doctor sounded confused.

"Because I don't want to deal with the idiot and his friends."

"I really don't know what to say, miss Hart." the doctor spoke quietly.

"It was a stupid mistake that I made a few years ago that is now haunting me and if I tell my family, they'll all be devastated."

"But miss Hart, you can't like to your family about something so serious." doctor Jenkins didn't want to drop the subject, in fact he was now on my back.

"If I tell my family, my brother will get hurt and lose a friend. I don't want to be the person who'll break his heart." I explained.

I love my brother, I really do, he's my best friend. And if he finds out his little sister had a relationship with his best friend, he'd feel betrayed. He'll lose his best friend and he'll hate me. He'll blame me. And I don't want to lose him.

"Secrets will only affect you negatively."

"I can handle with these secrets, doctor. I just don't want to deal with idiotic people." I said honestly.

Jake was a moron. He broke the friendship code and I broke my family code. Well, that makes me a moron too. But I realized my mistake, while he didn't.

"It's a stupid kid's stuff, doc. And I preffer to keep it in the past." I told him. "Please, just do this for me, only this one time." I begged him. "I just don't want to destroy a friendship." I mumbled the last part.

At first the doctor looked confused and lost, because he was trying to find out what I was talking about and then a second later his eyes widened in realization of my secret.

"I told you it was stupid." I mumbled and pressed my lips into a firm line. I felt horrible, I felt like the worst person in the whole world.

"Miss Hart, this is your life you put in your own hands. Lying about something so serious won't get you far." he told me with a serious tone.

"Listen! I'm here for the summer, in fact I'm gonna stay here for three weeks and then I get to leave for L.A."

"You make it sound so easily to do, miss Hart." he said and released a deep breath.

"Because it is."

The doctor groaned and released a deep breath, then he rubbed his temples with his fingers.

"Okay." he finally said. "But you really need to talk to someone."

"Definitely." I said with excitement. "Thank you!"

"I'm doing this because I have a son and a daughter. But only this time."

"Thank you again, Doctor Jenkins." I said and raised from my seat.

"If you don't feel well and experience a really strong head ache or anything, please give me a call."

"Will do, doctor. Bye."

I left the doctor's office relieved. I didn't get to worry much about my so called amnesia, because one man in this city knew the truth, the rest were my friends in L.A. I knew these people wouldn't tell my mom, because if she knew, Derek will be informed and I didn't like that idea.

I am also relieved, because once I leave this town, I'll never come back here, I'll never have to see Jake again and I'll never have to get heart broken again. Once was enough, no matter that I still have feelings for him. This time the only reasonable thing will be to choose with my brain, not with my heart. I made the wrong choice three years ago, based on fake promises. I'm not going to let myself fall into this possition again.

So I made it to the lobby and aaw Jake standing by the exit, talking on the phone. Shit. I didn't want him to tell my brother that I needed to see a phychologist, because if Derek knew, mom would know and she'll think I'm crazy and send me to a psychiatrist, which is completely different thing.

"No, that's fine." Jake said sharply. "I left them in the living room."

I stepped in front of him and flashed him a smile. He looked at me confused, like I was a crazy person.

"Mom, I have to call you back." So it wasn't Derek on the phone. That's good. What a relief.

Jake put his phone in the back pocket of his jeans and still looked at me with confusion.

"Is everything alright?" he asked me.

"Yeah." I said with a big smile on my face. "Did you talk to my brother yet?" I got straight to the point.

"No." he looked even more confused, in fact suspicious. "Why?"

"Because I don't want you to tell him about the psychologist. I want to talk to mom first." I said honestly. I didn't want to worry Derek, because only he and our sisters cared about me. Mom wasn't into parenting that much, so I know she wouldn't freak out that much by the news.

" He told me to... " but I interrupted him.

"Yeah, I know." I rolled my eyes at him. "Please, just do me this favor and..." that's when I stopped talking and realized what the fuck I just said. Jake on the other hand smirked widely and I knew he had me, he knew he had me. Oh, me and my stupid mouth.

"Oh, really?" he asked teasingly. "And what is there for me to get, hm?" he asked with a serious tone and raised an eyebrow.

"What do you want?" I asked him a little bit scared. To be honest, I was frightened by the unknown that was coming.

Jake looked Away and started nodding his head, while tapping his chin with his pointing finger. Oh God, here comes the big torture.

"Go on a dinner with me." he blurted out of the nothing.

I looked at him with pure shock on my face and probably fear in my eyes.

"I won't bite you or hurt you, Tiffany. Just one dinner. I'll choose the place, we'll talk and catch up, eat something nice, then I'll get you home safely." he made it sound so easily.

How could I do this? How could I end up doing this, hurting myself all over again? He was like a dog, hunting for a bitch, but I wasn't like that, I wasn't that stupid.

"When?" I asked with a bored expression on my face.

"Tomorrow night." he said with a smile on his face, a smile that showed victory.

"And how do I know where to go? You don't have my phone number." that was obvious.

"That's what you think, sweetheart." he smirked and walked out of the hospital with me right behind him. "Come in, let's get you home."