Always Been You

~Lola’s POV~

Everything is now crystal clear, perhaps even too clear for my liking. Even now, I have no idea how to approach this situation. The nerve of him! How dare they do this to me? I feel like crying, but then I can’t really blame anyone but myself. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to recall anything at all.

“You okay?” Bianca asked, and I responded in the affirmative, fully aware that our encounter wasn’t a coincidence but rather predetermined by fate. Even though I can’t remember anything from before, I now know the truth. As I went to pick up my bags, I found myself questioning whether or not anything of this nature is still worth it. I went out of the store and waved my hand to Bianca as I walked to the car and got inside.

Antonio and I drove home, and I didn’t say anything throughout the drive. When I got home, I found the kids playing, so I stood there and watched them for a moment before rushing upstairs to my room and locking the door behind me. I need some time to think about everything that has been going on. My feelings are all over the place at the moment. I went into the bathroom, showered, and then changed into a different outfit. Bianca and I did a lot of lingerie shopping, including some clothes she considered sexy. I tried on one of the dresses, and although it clung to my curves and was just a tad bit too short for my taste, I knew that I had to do this. After pulling my hair back into a ponytail, I went outside and there I found Mason, the very person I had been searching for. I stopped midway in my tracks.

“Mason, can I have a word with you?” I said as I turned back to my room. I went and sat on top of my bed, and Mason came and sat next to me.

“Hey there, sweetie, I heard that you’ve been locking yourself up for quite some time now.”

“Yeah, my emotions are just all over the place. Who told you I locked myself inside?”

“Mr. Monroe.”

Mr. Monroe, is he trying to push me away? Why would he tell Mason that?

“Yea, I went out and met a new friend and learned some new things, first thing first,” I said to him as I got up from bed and opened one of the drawers to retrieve the document. I strolled over to him and thrust it into his grasp as I sat down next to him. “Would you care to explain this, Mason?” After I questioned him, he started flipping through the pages of the document.

“Where did you get this?” He seemed rather calm about what was in the document, making it hard for me to read any emotion.

“That’s not the point, the point is, I was said to have drugs that caused memory loss in my system and, apparently, I lost my memory and you, my supposed fiancé, happen to have done the same shit to another woman called Mavis who, for some weird reason sounds family to me. Did you drug me, Mason? Did you drug me like you, Caroline Hudson?”

~Mason’s POV~

Mason: I’m running out of time.

Line 2: What do you mean?

Mason: She is beginning to question my motives as a result of information that has been given to her by an outside source.

“Answer me, Mason!” I was taken aback when she yelled at me, and as a result, I jolted a little bit in my seat on the bed. Since that Antonio fella moved in here, things have been getting more difficult for me; I can’t even get Lola a glass of water to drink. This is all Antonio’s fault.

“Look, baby, I’ve never been to Canada. Why would I go there when Ozark is short of doctors? That doesn’t make sense, baby boo.” It did not appear that she was buying it; rather, she appeared to be believing the document. “Honey, there’s no reason for me to drug you or anyone else.” She pressed her palms together against her chest.

“Mason, do I have kids?” I froze. What the heck is wrong with her? That Antonio guy, I should invite him for a cup of coffee. The idiot is standing in my way.

“Baby, you really need to get some sleep. I believe that you are worn out and confused, which is understandable on my part.” I remarked as I exited her room, just prior to her beginning to irritate me further. I descended the stairs and there in front of me was the very person I had been looking for. At this point, I don’t really give a damn about anything. “Antonio!” I want him to get out of the way. I called out to him and he raised his brow at me and looked at me disgustedly, “Care to join me for a cup of coffee?”

“I don’t have friends, and maybe, just maybe, if I had any, they could call me by my name. It’s Mr. Guerra to you.” He’s cold, which is a good thing because I’m about to turn him into a vegetable for standing in my fucking way. After that, he gave him a sneering look while maintaining a smile on his face. “Coffee sounds good, Blackwood.” It was he, who did some digging on me. He always calls me Dr. Blackwood; today he just called me Blackwood. I have to put an end to his yapping. I went into the kitchen and saw a coffee machine. After I had finished making the coffee, I went back to the spot where Antonio and I were sitting. I positioned the cup of coffee so that it was next to him, and then I positioned mine next to me.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Line 2: It should be the guy; silence him.

After reading the message and smiling at it, I looked up and saw that Antonio was already halfway through his cup of coffee.

Satisfied, I drank mine, and it should start working any moment from now. When I looked at him, he smiled, which was the first time I had seen it. He stood up, straightened the jacket of his suit, and then began to leave. Then I began to feel as though my organs were failing, so he switched the coffees I was drinking.

No!

No!

But when?

When I gave it some serious thought, I realized… The time I got a message from Candice, my phone fell to the floor because my hands couldn’t carry it. Antonio came over to crouch down next to me while staring at me in an appalled manner.

“You are just a rat, Blackwood. Be sure to bring your own equipment the next time you try to drug someone while they are at home, rather than using theirs.” He looked up and said, “Oh, there won’t be a next time because you are now turning into a vegetable.”

Shit!