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Chapter 9 by hyperlax700 hyperlax700

What's next?

What happend?

I woke up in bed. Naked. There was this guy sitting on the edge of the bed stroking my hair. "Are you okay baby?" he asked. Did I know him? "What happened? Where am I?" I asked as I sat slightly wrapping the sheets around me. "Who are you?" I asked.

"Oh no, the doctor was afraid this might happen," he said. "Afraid what might happen?" I asked. A doctor, that sounded scary. "I... I can't remember anything?" I said. The man nodded. "Your name is Samantha Waters. You're my girlfriend," he said. That sort of made sense. "We were out partying, and someone must have slipped something in your drink or something because you passed out." I had vague memories of this. We had been out drinking, flashes of this at least. "That was two nights ago, you've been out cold since then," he said. "I was getting worried, but the doctor said you were stable and would come to eventually. He also said memory loss was highly probable, but if I kept telling you about yourself when you woke up, it would help you remember." I nodded.

He kept talking and telling me all kinds of details about myself. The more he talked the more the pieces fell into place. I was Samantha Waters. I had worked at Burger Barn but had quit after I started dating Charlie. That was his name. Charlie Miller. My life had not been great. I had been alone since high school, and my mom had left me for her boyfriend. I was having trouble remembering either of their faces, but from what I could remember they probably weren't worth knowing or remembering anyway. I used to live in a crappy apartment but had moved in with Charlie. We were out celebrating that night I was ****. Apparently, my shit landlord had evicted me, and gotten rid of all my stuff in the past two days. He wasn't happy that I moved. Charlie was comforting me, telling me he would take care of all of it. We would get me all new stuff. My stomach was rumbling.

"Your probably hungry," he said. "I'll order some pizza. There are some clothes in the bathroom I got for you. We can go out shopping for some more tomorrow."

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