Chapter Seven:

"What the fuck?" I hissed in my brother's face.

After long considering and analyzing things from last night, I promised myself to stay away from Jake at all cost, but now, a few seconds ago my brother informed me that Jake himself is going to take me to the doctor's appointment.

"It's just this time, Tiffany. Come on, he won't bite you." tell that to your friend who kissed me last night.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." I mumbled.

I'm so mad at Jake that right now I'm considering the thought of telling my brother everything about him and I.

"I owe you one, Tiff." Derek told me and waved his hand at Jake, who was standing in the garage staring at me with a weird frown on his face. Oh, how I want to slap him soundly.

Derek better owe me a good one.

Jake slowly walked towards us and then stopped beside me with a smile on his face. I groaned and rolled my eyes at him.

"Thanks, Jake." was all my brother told his friend before he disappeared into the house.

"Any time." Jake said with a smirk on his face. "Let's go." he said to me and I screamed loudly in anger.

He went to his car and drove it out of the garage. He stopped right beside me, stepped out of the car and opened the passanger's door. I rolled my eyes at the fake kindness and got in his Aston Martin.

He took his place behind the wheel and looked at me with a huge smile on his face, a smile I wanted to slap out of his face.

"Things are getting better and better." he mocked me with a huge grin on his stupid face.

I rolled my eyes and turned my head on right with the intention to ignore him the whole Way to the hospital.

"Derek warned me to go in with you." he said and stepped on the gas. I decided to stay quiet during this horrible situation. "Do you want me to turn on the radio?" I heard him ask, but I kept my mouth shut.

Then suddenly my phone vibrated in my hand and I looked at it. It was a text from my friend Alexis. I opened the text with a smile on my face.

'How' s Florida, bitch??' she texted me.

'I'm rocking it.' I texted back.

'How's the Jake situation'

'It's a total disaster. He's taking me to the hospital.'

'Are you okay, Tiff??'

'I'm faking an amnesia'

'Sluuut!! You have this hottie wrapped around your finger and you avoid him?? You stupid little whore!'

'I don't need him'

'Call me later, Tiff.'

I put my phone in my bag and look through the window at the beautiful sunny view of South Florida. It really is an amazing place.

I tried to think about million stuff, but his precense was so distracting. My mind was buzzing, my skin was burning and I could definitely tell he was driving me crazy. But when wasn't he? Ever since we bonded, there was this pull I felt towards him and I definitely feel it now. When we kissed for the first time I knew there will be another and I knew I wouldn't be able to stop. His kisses were so hypnotizing, soft, passionate and addicting. The way his lips moved on my skin it was like stricktly planned of how to set me on fire and make me feel desired. The way his tongue moved with mine it was like a slow motion dance.

I have to stop with this torture. This was in the past, during a time I thought he was the one, during a time I was blindly in love with him, unaware of his unfaithfulness.

I deserve to move on, I deserve to be with someone who cares about me, someone who loves me unconditionaly, someone who won't even consider the thought to cheat on me.

"What are you thinking about?" I heard him ask, but I decided not to answer him. He didn't deserve the attention. "Are you cold? Do you want me to stop the air co?" did he not get the idea?! I don't want to talk to him, I don't want to look at him, I don't even want to be around him. "You are painfully quiet." he opened his mouth again and I almost groaned in anger. Can't he shut the hell up?!

"I see you're giving me the silent treatment." he mumbled awkwardly. No shit, detective idiot.

Can't he get this through his tick skull that I don't want to be involved with him ever again?! How dumb is he?!

"Listen, Tiffany. I want to apologize about last night. I wasn't right." that caught me off guard and I instantly turn my head and look at him with wide opened eyes and both raised eyebrows. "Derek told me what happened to you and I apologize for crossing the line." I turn my head on the right and look through the window. "Please know that I am trully sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable in any way." Wow. He's apologizing for that? "I was an idiot." he realized that now? "I'm sorry for what happened to you and..."

I stopped listening after that. It made my blood boil in anger. I don't want people to feel sorry for me. I saw enough and got enough pity from doctors, nurses, family and friends. I hated that.

"I don't want your pity." I finally spoke without looking at him. "In fact, I don't want you to talk to me. You can in fact stop the car right now and go where ever you want. I can get to the hospital on my own." I couldn't stand him anymore. "I can do things on my own, you know? My legs are not broken. I can get home on my own too. Please, stop the car."

"That's not going to happen." he said sharply. I swear he sounded angry, but I didn't give a damn about how he felt. "Your brother told me to go in with you and I'm going to stick to what he said." oh, how I wish this day to end sooner.

I stayed quiet for the rest of the ride and so did he. I wasn't in the mood of more bull-shit talking and he realized that. The only thing that I have left to deal with was my mom' s stupidity to send me to the doctor. I know I lied, but can't she just give me a little break?!

When we got to the hospital I didn't bother to wait for him to park the car. I just opened the door, slammed it shut in anger, got inside the hospital, checked in and went to the neurologist. When I sat there and waited for my appointment, I remembered what it felt like to be delusional, alone, scared.

Back then when I suffered the memory loss I felt scared of everything and everyone around me. When they finally released me I was afraid to follow the woman and two girls who claimed to be my family. I didn't trust them. I only trusted myself. It took me some time to start talking to them. Most of the time I hid in my room. They brought me food and pills and I remember their looks of pity, like I was something that was damaged forever. And for as long as I live, they'll still think that.

Jake eventually showed up and sat beside me in the waiting room. He didn't say anything. He felt my anxiety and I know he felt the same. I caught him looking at me a few times just to see how I was handling things.

"Tiffany Hart." the nurse called my name. "Doctor Jenkins is waiting for you."

This is it, I told myself. Another round on the ring. I released a deep breath and raised from my seat. I was shaking from fear.

"Are you okay?" Jake asked me with concern and walked beside me.

"Just the usual." I mumbled and stepped inside the doctor's office.

"Which means?"

"Nervous."

"You must be Tiffany." a middle aged doctor sitting in a chair behind a desk greeted me. "I am doctor Jenkins." we shook hands and sat on the two empty chairs.

"Hello, doctor." I greeted him with a shy smile.

"I spoke with your doctor in L.A. and he was a bit concerned about your condition." the man explained.

"Why so?" I asked with a frown on my face.

"You are still suffering memory loss, dear. This isn't something we can shrug off. You are very young."

"So what does this mean?" I asked confused.

"How are you feeling lately? Doctor Smith told me you're having migranes four to five times a week." I could feel Jake's burning eyes on me and how his body stiffened in the chair.

"Yeah, but I try not to pay attention to them."

"You can't shrug off a migrane, miss Tiffany." Doctor Jenkins said with a serious voice. "Tell me, do you feel the skin on your face differently while having a migrane?" I shook my head in denial. "Okay. Doctor Smith told me you sometimes lose consciousness. Do you still have the migrane after you recover from the passing out? And how long are you out of conscious?"

"The migranes are gone after I wake up, but the last episode continued for about two hours. Mom said I was opening my eyes for seconds and then passing out again. But recently my ear starts to hurt every time I have a migrane. Mostly the right side of my head is affected so as my right ear."

"This is possible for the condition you're in." the doctor said and pressed his lips into a firm line.

"What about the memory loss?" Jake finally spoke.

"When I spoke with miss Hart's mother on the phone last night, she said miss Hart can't remember certain people, people she's known since her childhood years." I felt Jake's hand on miny squeezing it gently. I tried to pull away but he held me tighter.

"Why is that?" Jake asked with a sense of concern in his voice.

"Sometimes the brain shuts out painful moments. And why miss Hart can't remember those people it's probably because she doesn't want to. Her brain is suppressing her mind to remember. It's like a protection. You know, like the electricity shuts off if there is something wrong with the electrical system. Her brain is doing the same. It's protecting her from a painful moment, a situation or a person."

"Is there a chance for her to remember?" Jake asked the doctor with shaking voice.

"I don't know. It's up to her. Maybe she will. Maybe she won't. Now I recommend a psychologist, once a week will be enough. She needs to talk to someone about her mental and physical struggles."

"What about a medication?" Jake asked and he was so seriously up for that. What the fuck?!

"There are no medications for that. Now I agree with Doctor's Smith treatment. Keep taking your pills and if you feel unwell, please call me." he looked at me and passed his card. "But please consider a professional."

"Will do, Doctor." Jake said and raised from his seat.

"Do you mind if I speak to the doctor in private?" I asked the guy who broke my heart.

He looked at me with sadness in his eyes and caressed my cheek. I swear he was about to cry.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be waiting in the car." he said and left the office.

That's when I released a long kept breath.