CHAPTER 12

Marietta P.O.V

I felt a comfortable soft touch on my forehead like a kiss of soft lips. Someone was scalping my head slowly, developing the urge to sleep more. Recognizing the person I opened my eyes and hugged the person tightly.

"I love you, Mom," I said and felt the comfort of mother essence.

"I love you too, sweety. And Good Morning!" Mom said, hugging me back tightly.

"Thank God I still have you. I don't know, what will I do without you." She kissed my head and added, "You're my only hope to live."

It had been 7 days since I was a prison in my house, more prominently in my own room. Mom and Anna were the only persons treating me in the same way. I had not talked with Daddy for what seemed like ages. While Caro was back to ignoring me. I guess it was a time being thing.

My only strength was my Mom, who was still so strong and hopeful. Then how could I lose hope?

I pulled back and said, "Mom trust me, I did not..."

She cut me off, "Don't be silly. How many times do I have to tell you? I know, don't worry sooner or later the truth will come out." I smiled at her words and kissed her soft cheeks.

"Come on, get freshen up. Today, we will eat breakfast together." She said, standing from the bed.

"But..." I wanted to remind her, might be she had forgotten that I was room grounded.

"No buts, I'm going to talk to your dad. It's been a week. Why the hell he even thought to lock you in the first place? Now, this is enough!" She scrunched her nose up in anger and moved out of my room.

I jumped out of the bed to got ready. Today was going to be a beautiful day. My mind felt like a flower in spring, which bloomed with full ecstasy.

After the shower, I got dressed, a baby blue skirt, reaching down my knees, and an off-shoulder net designing blouse that had a belt around the waist, selecting contrast heels.

I knew Mom could convince Daddy. He couldn't say no to her.

After a while, I was feeling the freshness of the morning. I was about to open the door when it suddenly opened at my face and I stepped back to avoid falling. It was Veward smiling sheepishly.

"Don't you have the manners to knock on the door before entering someone's room?" I said coldly. He had the guts to show me his face after a whole week.

Ignoring my comment he looked at me from head to toe, assessing my outfits, he winked, "Great. You are already ready then let's go. We can't be late."

"Wait. What? Where?" I questioned.

Again ignoring my questions he grabbed my wrist and dragged me downstairs. I didn't protest either. Why would I? When I was going out of that room space after a week? My cold-rude-stupid bodyguards followed us. They didn't interrupt him and I wondered why.

Downstair, Mom was arguing with Daddy on something. They looked at me and Mom glared at him then at Veward then back at Dad. "What the hell you guys are even thinking? This is not happening here. She is not going anywhere!" Mom yelled with a glare.

In response, Daddy kissed her forehead and said, "Be easy. Temper is not good for your health. We will be back soon." Then he turned towards me and Veward. He nodded at Veward while I looked at all the drama dumbfounded.

'What's happening?'

Daddy walked outside while Veward dragged me behind him, passing an apological look at Mom. Now, I tried to snatch my wrist out of his grip but he was too strong. Mom gaped at us with disbelief and anger but she kept quiet.

'What's going on?' I thought but nothing happened to knock my sense.

Stopping near the fountain Veward said to Daddy, "I'll drive with Marie." But Daddy instantly responded, "No. She is going with me." And finally, he released my wrist.

'What the heck? What's going on here? Where are we going?'

With lots of questions, which was recently increasing, I sat with Daddy in his car. In the past few days, I thought, again and again, but incapable to find the answers to so many questions. Daddy used his power to shut the media and divert the attention of investigators from me. But I have a feeling he still doubted me. All thanks to Anna who kept me updated about outside things.

In all these incidents, my nightmare was the worst thing and the worst fact I couldn't even tell anyone about it. Afraid no one would believe me.

The drive was silent. Daddy kept his focus on his mobile and I didn't even have a mobile. I have lost it somewhere and I did not remember, where? So, I just kept peeking outside the window, trying to enjoy the view until we stopped in front of that victorian style building, the old interior of a hospital.

I frowned and looked at Daddy, "What are we doing here?" I asked.

"Come." He ordered and slipped out. I looked at him confused and annoyed but followed anyway.

"Let's go," Veward said, standing beside me with a smirk. I was having a really bad feeling in my stomach. 'Why are we here? What's going on?'

We went inside the hospital, most prominently direct to the cabin of Dr. Walton. He was our family doctor. He greeted Daddy and after making him comfortable in his cabin he turned towards me.

"Please, come with me."

"Why? Where?" I asked confused. He politely smiled and walked outside giving me a hint to follow him.

"What's going on here? Daddy?" I furrowed my brows and asked annoyed. "We are here for my checkup, right? But why?"

"Just Go," Veward said, gesturing me towards the door while Daddy remained silent with uncomprehensible expressions on his face. I glared at Veward. 'Aren't he speaking too much today?' Trying to Fill the blank space of a damn week.

Frowning, I walked outside to where Dr. Walton was waiting with a nurse. She guided me towards a big room and help me changed into the hospital uniform. Then the torture began, I spent three hours of hell in that room.

They started with an injection to get my blood samples for tests to check for nutritional deficiencies, infections, or blah blah than a CT Scan (Computerized Tomography) to check any signs of brain damage or something and a lot more tests and machine which I didn't even know what to call. By the end, I was tired and exhausted and the urge to cry was overwhelming.

Did they think I have brain issues? The word brain issue was a threat. Maybe, I could know the reason behind my creepy nightmare only if it was a brain issue. Only if...

At last, I was lying on the bed with my eyes closed and waiting for results. Because of Daddy, they were going to take out the results in only half an hour. I spent the next 30 minutes lying lazily with my eyes closed. Just with the hope of for the best. When............

I was standing in a dark area with dim lights. In front of me was a boxing ring. Two people were engaged in fighting on it, their faces were not clear to be seen. People were cheering loudly breaking the silence. But my eyes were focused on something opposite side of my position, on someone.

Anonymous eyes, which were dark-deep shades of blue, staring at me in a manner, I felt cold chills on my backbone. His face was hidden with hoodie and darkness but his smirk and eyes were clearly visible.

BAMP!

My breath became harsh and my heartbeat fastened when a loud bamp echoed in the atmosphere followed by screams... And I, too, SCREAMED!

I opened my eyes to found myself in a big white room that resembled the hospital room. I shifted into a sitting position, my face was covered with sweat drops and my heart was beating madly. I hugged my knees and deeply exhaled to calm my nerves.

'What's happening with me?'

My dreams were never that terrible until today a dream with such a horrible view. That sound belonged to a gun. I knew that sound, it was a gunshot. But what kind of a dream was that? A nightmare or something bigger? I rested my head on my knees as two tears roll down my cheeks.

Meanwhile, the door slammed open and I looked up perfectly covering my facial expressions and wiping my eyes. There entered Dr. Walton, Veward, Daddy, and Liam. Liam? What was he doing here? They looked at me and my heart started to pound faster, if possible.

The doctor started, "The results are out and it indicates that she's suffering from Amnesia. That explains....." He said something more but my mind was not working right now as I just stared at him.

Those anonymous creepy blue eyes were revolving in my mind. Why I feel like it was not a dream or a nightmare but something else.

Something more...

Something unexpected...

"What is Amnesia?" Liam's voice took me out of my trance and he had a (fake) worried expression plastered on his face.

Amnesia!!?!?? I looked at Dr. Walton.

"Well, Amnesia is a form of memory loss. Some people with Amnesia have difficulty forming new memory while others can't recall the fact of past experiences. People with Amnesia retain the knowledge of their own identity, as well as motor skills...." He continued while I again got lost in my thoughts.

I did remember that I was in a dream. A dream which felt like a reality to me. But of course, I forgot about how did I come home? Maybe masked savior brought me back but still how? Is that mean......

"People have different types of Amnesia and her amnesia is because of some trauma. She has forgotten her memory of some hours, almost 12 to 14 hours, that's why she couldn't remember the memory of the accident night. It's blank for her like she was not a part of it. I advise you to don't force her to remember anything and try to give her an easy and comfortable atmosphere for quick recovery."

When the doctor finished, I look around and observed everyone in this room listening to him carefully.

'Do I really have Amnesia?'

"Don't worry doctor we'll take good care of her." Daddy said, concern was dripping in his voice.

"Alright, I'm going to give some medications and a description to follow. It will help in recovery." With that, Dr. Walton exited the room.

I looked at everyone baffled. My mind seemed foggy and I desperately need loneliness to contemplate and understand my state. I wanted to scream right now. My level of frustration was increasing with every passing second.

"You are free now." Daddy said and I blinked.

"What does that mean now?" I asked, my voice full of frustration.

"You can go anywhere you want, no more staying in a room. I'm giving you freedom." He said and walked out of the room without waiting for my response.

Why everything in my life was so complicated yet so easy? In a moment, I was dreaming, the next moment, I found my disease, then on the very next moment, I am free like a bird.

"Get well soon!" Liam smiled and also left.

"Let's go. We need to go somewhere." It was Veward who said with a wide smile.

'Is he happy that I have amnesia?'

Wait.............. A wide smile like a creep.

"You did this?" I asked, raising both eyebrows.

"What?" He grinned and crossed his arm in front of his muscular chest.

"Don't act like an innocent boy as if you didn't do anything. Tell me you did this?" I again asked and hopped out of the bed. But I felt dizzy and again sat on it and closed my eyes.

"Be Careful!" He said, moving closer to me then added after sitting beside me, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." I replied.

"Sure?" He again asked. Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and looked at him.

'I'm not a weak person. I'm not a person whom someone can scare so easily. I am Marietta Amino.'

"Pretty sure." I smiled to assure him. I had to fight and I had to find out whatever is wrong with me.

"Tell me, you did this, right? I'm not sick." I asked. In return, he winked and walked out saying 'I should change now because we have to go somewhere.'

After changing back to my outfits, I trudged out of the hospital towards his car. Because Daddy had already left for office.

"I have found something on the accident spot. You should check it." He said as I sat on the passenger seat of his Lamborghini.

"But Anna told me cops didn't find anything there," I said what I knew. He revived the engine, giving me his most rare serious look, indicating too much trouble.

"That's why it is more creepy." He said as our car started to move.