Lost Memories by Angel (librera reader TXT) 📕

just give up already.” Wasn’t breathing?! I guess lady two was talking to Felicia because I heard her sob and say no she’s not, she’s alive. Poor Felicia, I wish I could tell her but something was keeping me from speaking, I think it was the water in my throat.
Then I heard a male voice, “Get out of the way and let me handle it.” Thomas? Wait what the fuck I better not be naked! Then I felt a hard pounding against my chest and yep that did the trick, the water in my throat went up and I coughed. I quickly got up and slapped the two ladies, they went to the ground.
“Elaine!” Felicia screeched and hugged me; she squeezed me so tight I nearly passed out, again. My towel fell so Thomas looked away blushing, well at least I wasn’t naked. Felicia put my clothes on for me so I thanked her.
“I heard everything, and you were just going to leave me there!” The ladies looked away ashamed and I shooed them away they quickly responded. I brushed myself off and looked at Thomas, “Thanks.” He smiled and nodded his head once.
“Are you ok, what happened to you?! Who did this?!” Felicia yelled and ran all over the place but Thomas grabbed her shirt lifting her up by the back collar and she just hung there both of them glared at me.
“I.” I started, but then thought about what happened; they would think I’m crazy after all the entire tub wasn’t full of blood anymore only clear blue water. I sighed, “I fell asleep under the water.”
“That’s impossible to drown you would of floated up, unless of course someone pushed you under?” Thomas looked at me doubtful and concerned for me.
“I probably got some up my nose and mouth.” I rolled my eyes fixing my hair.
“Still this wouldn’t have happened.” Thomas went over to me and put his hand on my shoulder I ignored him but he pushed my face to his. “Did someone try to kill you?” Why does he have to be worried, why does he care, he’s just my butler?
I put my annoyed face on and snarled, “Just forget about it, ok.” I commanded darkly, grinding my teeth. I slapped off his hand and headed out the door.
That girl looked so familiar and the song was a song I made up years ago to scare a boy after we watched a scary movie. Who was she, and why did she want me dead? Oh maybe it was just a dream after all I did fall asleep. When I walked in my room I saw my parents standing happily. My mom, Jenna, had a big smile but looked nervous. She had her light brown hair made up in a bun showing off her beautiful blue eyes. She normally had bed head walking to the kitchen with a rat nest in her hair she always looked so drowsy, but not to day. My dad, Chris, on the other hand is always full of energy. He’s so majestic, vibrant, and handsome. He has short brown hair, light blue eyes, pink plump lips, the women always flirt with him making mom angry and then chewing their heads off later. Dad like that saying she looks so sexy like that, I would look at him crazy and say she looks like a monster. He would chuckle lightly and told me one day you’ll understand. “So how do you like your new husband?” The both asked at the same time grinning like fools, why are they so excited?
“I don’t he’s too frightening.” I responded coldly, picking up my fan heading out the door, bumping into someone. I looked up at it was him, Septimus. He had jet black hair, dark brown eyes, and tan skin. He could be handsome if he didn’t look so scary, and I could tell he wasn’t my mate. I had a mate long ago, but I forgot who he was, but I swore to myself I would find him. Anyway back on the dude, he smiled at me in relive. Did he just eavesdrop, but if he did wouldn’t he be mad or sad at me? “You ready….bitch.” He whispered bitch in my ear giving me the cold chill down my back.

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Publication Date: 07-24-2012

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