Damsel In Distress

Today I was swamped at the office. I kept thinking about Lora and the day just wouldn't go by. I was so out of it.

The moment I got home I was greeted by Max, my german shepherd, and then I immediately went to bed.

I had been sleeping for a couple of hours when the phone rang. I checked the caller ID and Lora's contact popped up on the screen.

"Angel?" I heard Lora pant. Was she running?

"I need help! There- There was someone in my house, and now I'm running, and there's no one around here." She said and I heard her soft sobs. I was out of bed in a heartbeat.

"I'll be there in a few. Keep moving and go towards the small gas station, ok? The one that's on the way to your house?" I instructed her and grabbed my car keys. There was a long silence, nothing but pants could be heard on the other side of the phone.

"Angel? Are you there?"

"Yeah... I'll see you in a bit." I heard her reply as I was getting in my car.

I was racing down the street. Who could that man be? I didn't know Ian Grand had enemies... Maybe his wife? No... Could he be just a burglar? But then again wouldn't he make sure the place was empty before going in? And apart from that, where were the guards? The last time I dropped Lora off there were at least two at the front gate!

Moments later I was about to reach Lora's house when I saw her at the edge of the woods, looking exhausted and terrified.

I got closer to her and stopped the car and got out the door so fast that I almost tripped and ran to her.

"I am so glad you're safe..."

She didn't speak though. She fell into my arms and held me close to her. I simply hugged her back and tried to soothe her.

"It's going to be fine, I'm here now, ok? Now, let's get out of here." I suggested and she nodded.

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Jordan and I didn't speak much during the car ride. I liked that actually... I don't feel like I'm ready to talk about it. I am terrified. When I heard people talk about how traumatic such an experience can be, I couldn't believe it; now I can say that being attacked inside your own home, your personal space, the one place in the world that's supposed to make you feel safe, is the worst feeling.

A hand was placed on my shoulder and I jumped back out of fear.

"Hey, it's just me..." Jordan said softly. I looked out the window and we standing outside a skyscraper.

"Come on... Let's go," he said and helped me out the door.

I didn't realize how quickly we had gotten to Jordan's penthouse.

"Okay, so... Would you like to have a shower? Change your clothes?" I heard him say once again.

I looked down at my clothes. My shirt was halfway torn, my jeans were dirty.

"I'd like that..." I replied softly.

I walked into the shower and let the water run down my body. I finally let my tears out.

I don't even know why I'm crying at this point. My best friend has partly lost her memory and she's currently living with a man she doesn't even know, thinking they're engaged to be married, plus I haven't spoken to her in days... I felt guilty; for not protecting her that night; for not telling her the truth the moment she opened her eyes in that hospital; for not calling her to discuss my date with Jordan, any of my dates with him... I cried for what happened not even hours ago...

I walked out and saw a new change of clothes on the bed. They were quite baggy on me, they must be his.

I got dressed and went into the living room.

"I don't care! Just find him!" I heard Jordan yell into his phone.

"Everything okay?"

He turned around to face me, startled. He closed his phone and came over to me.

"Yeah... How are you? I made you some hot chocolate, I thought it might help..." he said and gave me a hot cup.

"Thank you, Jordan..."

"No need to thank me I-"

"I do. You have helped me in more ways than one these past couple of weeks and I am so thankful for that." I cut him off and I felt tears gather in my eyes.

"Hey..." he said wiping the tears away "everything will be fine, angel. Trust me..."

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Time has been passing by happily, but at the same time really quickly. My memories haven't returned fully, there are only some flashes from time to time, but both Alex and I are optimistic about it, considering my doctor is positive as well.

I have grown to truly care about Alex. I don't know how we were before the accident but I can surely say that things are good. I still can't say that I love him but I blame it on the fact that I haven't said it to someone in so long...

But, to tell you the truth, I'm living in a beautiful dream and I don't ever want to wake up.

My parents often visit us to check up on me and make sure that I'm comfortable in my new home. So here I am, waiting for my mom -yet again- and reading for law school. Alex insists on me staying home and I have no choice but to accept that, but I have stayed behind with my classes and if I want to graduate any time soon, I have to actually study.

Another thing that is way behind schedule, according to dear mother, is the wedding preparations. As it turns out, the wedding is -and I quote- 'upon us' and nothing is even near completion. I have to agree though, two weeks hardly seem enough to pick a dress and finish with all the details. How are we supposed to pick the wedding dress and everything else, when the only thing we have sorted out is the venue!

I heard the doorbell ring and I rushed to open the door before anyone else in the house could. There stood my best friend looking ecstatic. She let out a loud squeal.

"I can't believe my best friend is getting married!" she squealed again louder this time and hugged me tightly.

The truth is I haven't really talked to Lora recently, it's like she's been avoiding me. But, nevertheless, I'm glad she is here now, I really need her to be with me right now. "I'm glad you're here. We have so much to talk about!" I told her and closed the door.