CHAPTER NINETY-ONE
CATHERINE’S POV
I couldn’t remember my name nor my personality, who I was, and what had transpired in my life before getting here; I was like a blank slate.
“What did you do to me? I don’t know anything,” I said and there was silence. She gave me a strict stare, probably because I was accusing her; what was she expecting me to do?
“I did not do anything for you, and I feel angry that you are trying to blame me for anything,” El said, with sadness in her eyes, I didn’t like that she was angry at me.
“I am sincerely sorry, El,” I apologize even if she didn’t look angry; rather, she looked sad and in pain.
“I can’t remember who I am and what I did before getting here; what happened?” I asked and she shrugged her shoulders, saying she didn’t know what happened to me.
“I can’t say, but I know that you were brought here in a very bad state, and your head was brutally injured and triggered your loss of memory,” She said, and the headache came back but didn’t last for long before I regained consciousness again.
“How can I get my memory back? I think my family needs me, I can feel it,” I said, trying to explain the feeling I had.
I don’t know if I had any family but I can feel some bonds with people that I feel are my family.
I could even feel a mate bond, and the fact that I recognized the bond was shocking.
“I can help you get it back, but it will take some time, it can even take months,” She said, but that seemed too long for me.
“El, can it be quicker because I feel my family needs me and there is no time,” I said again, and El looked at me for some minutes before responding to that.
“How do you know you have a family dear?” She asked, but I couldn’t respond.
“I don’t know, El; I feel that I’m bonded to a family, and they need me,” I said, and she nodded her head.
“Do you remember the girl you saw earlier?” She asked, and I tried to recall who she was because she was familiar.
My head hurt painfully, and when I tried recalling her, all I could hear was her calling me ‘Mummy’. But I don’t know why.
“Ouch, My head,” I grimaced in pain, holding my head tightly as my nose was bleeding profusely.
My headache increased as I tried to remember but El didn’t make a move to help me, and I started screaming in pain, trying to remember who I was.
Suddenly Nikky ran into the room and saw me bleeding.
“What are you doing to her? You can’t do things like this,” Nikky yelled, rushing towards me.
Nikky grabbed the hand towel, which was placed on the table beside me, and cleaned my bleeding nose with it. The tears in her eyes continued to flow down uncontrollably, and she was just a little girl who wouldn’t be more than six.
“You can’t cause her pain and expect her to recall who she is; you need to think,” Nikky yelled at El after she finished cleaning my nose.
El kept quiet as she stood beside Nikky, I wondered why she did not explain herself and how Nikky knew I had lost my memory, but I chose not to ask because I was still getting familiar with my environment.
“Is your heart still hurting? You can drink some of these,” Nikky said, giving me a black cup, which I think had the same content as what I drank.
“Thank you, Nikky,” I appreciated, taking the black cup from her.
I drank the contents of the cup, and it was not as palatable as the previous concoction she gave me.
“It would reduce the headache and the nose bleeding that is why it’s very bitter,” Nikky assured me, and I nodded my head in response.
“You can’t treat her like a child and expect her to remember who she was; you are the child. Let the adult do the work,” El scolded Nikky, but Nikky snored at her.
“You said we will do this my way; I don’t want her to get hurt while trying to remember everything, so allow me to do my job,” Nikky said sternly, and El raised her hand in surrender.
“Your pack is in trouble Little one, there is no time, but I’ll leave you to do it your way,” El assured her.
“I’ll get the food I prepared for you,” Nikky said, as my stomach growled loudly.
“I’m starving, thank you,” I said, not wanting to be entangled in their argument.
Soon Nikky left the room, leaving El and me alone.
El sat back on her chair and stared at the ceiling.
“Your great-granddaughter is a smart child; I wish to have a child like her one day,” I complimented El, and she gave me a weak smile.
“I didn’t train her, dear; her mother did; her mother is a smart woman as well,” El said, and we were back to her daughter’s issue and what happened to her daughters.
I wanted to ask about that, but I didn’t; intruding in one’s privacy isn’t a part of my character. Even if I don’t remember anything, I know intruding wasn’t a nice thing to do.
“I know you have a question, you can ask, child,” El said, reading my thoughts.
“Where is her mother? Is she dead?” I asked, trying not to look curious but I think I failed.
“I can’t give you an answer to that, it will trigger your nose bleeding and headache again,” She said, and I nodded her head, probably because I had a connection with her mother years ago.
“Was her mother the person that died in the fire?” I asked myself.
Suddenly the door flung open, distracting me from my thoughts.
Nikky walked inside carrying a tray of food and my stomach growled again.
“Here you go,” She said, placing the tray of food on my lap.
“Thank you,” I appreciated opening the plate of food.
“Fried okra, I think this is Jaxon’s Favorite,” I said absentmindedly, and suddenly everything went silent.
“Do you know Jaxon?” Nikky asked and I nodded my head in response.
“I think Jaxon is my husband-to-be ” I announced.