(A/N;
✿ = Devil
❀ = Angel)

Chapter 7 | Memory

"Puddin'!" I yelled, hugging him tightly and gave him a quick peck on his lips. "Ya are the best!"

"The word flexible ...reminded me of your... past, so I thought you would ...enjoy it." He said, giving me a wide grin and pinched my cheeks. "Go on. Its all... yours."

I turned around to face the huge gym again. It was full of all the things required for a gymnast. Ropes hanging down from the top. Grinning, I walked towards a pink rope, and grabbed it, twirling, I was sitting on it in less than a second.

❀ Best surprise ever.

I heard a clapping sound and craned my neck to look behind.

"You are good." He purred and said, looking at me above and I inched closer towards him, swinging the rope forward and his smile widened. "Enjoy... daddy's got work to do baby."

I groaned, smiling playfully, and inched my face closer towards him, hanging from the rope. "Ya're not going to let that go are ya?" I said, blushing, referring to the word daddy.

"Of course not. It fits perfectly. You're my little baby." He cooed, grabbing my chin, and pulled me forward. Giving me a quick peck, he turned around and left without a word. I started swinging on the rope, trying to get rid of my heartache.

He doesn't know that I noticed him saying the word work with a pained expression on his face, but I did. I noticed it well. I was once a psychiatrist, I am the queen of noticing things. We still haven't talked about it. The argument we had about stupid ol' batsy. Definitely the work he was referring to was about Batsy, and he still won't tell me.

✿ Why does he not trust me?

My mind flashbacked to Tom, the guy who said I have forgotten my bestfriend. How can I forget a person? And a person, who was my bestfriend like he said.

❀ Maybe Puddin' might know something right?

✿ No.

I am not going to get down from here and ask him. He might probably be too busy thinking of batsy. I rolled my eyes and lifted my legs, rolling them around the rope effortlessly, feeling my childhood ballet classes coming back to my mind and hung upside down.

A face popped up in my mind all of a sudden and I felt a sharp pain at the back of my mind. The face went away in a flash before I could even register if it was a boy or a girl. I blinked my eyes furiously and stared at the floor, trying to think hard.

The more I thought of it, the more I felt the pain coming. Pain started throbbing so violently around my skull that I wondered why it didn't just crack open. "Ugh!" I exclaimed, not backing down and still thinked hard.

❀ Stop it! It's painful. Stop it.

✿ No. Don't stop. You need to find the face. Search that face. Who is it? Why can't you remember the girl Tommy said?

The voices were swirling in my head and I felt black patches float before my vision, and a tear rolled down from my left eye dye to the excruciating pain. A crushing pain just on one side of my head that came and went in a pattern.

✿ Who is she? Who is your bestfriend? Who is Debby?

❀ Memory is the primary side effect associated with ECT treatment. Most people experience what's called retrograde amnesia...

✿ Dr. Quinzel. Metal Rods. Dimly Lit. Straps. Purple gloves. Memory loss. Pain. Electricity.

I felt blackness clouding my vision and my hold on the ropes loosen and I felt myself falling in air, darkness swallowing me up, I tried to reach for the ropes but I couldn't move my arms.

I could feel the air moving around me as gravity pulled me down. Before I got swallowed in darkness, I met those piercing sharp icy blue eyes, feeling his arms catch me just before I hit the ground, before my eyes closed.

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My eyes opened and I sat up straight with a jolt, breathing heavily and looked around. Only one word was running in my mind.

Ivy.

I had to see Ivy. She is the only one who can help. She knows everything. She can help me get my memory back. My urge to see Ivy was really strong. I had to go now. Moving the black sheets off me, I realised that Puddin' had put me to bed.

I checked my body for bruises due to the fall when I realised that I had met a pair of icy blue eyes before falling.

He had caught me.

Still I couldn't smile. All I could was frustration and intense rage. He erased my memories.

❀ No. He didn't mean to.

✿ He did.

❀ You erased his memory too remember? It was your fault too. He was just simply returning the favor. You wanted it anyway.

"No!" I shouted, holding my forehead, feeling that pain through my head. I rushed to the bathroom and washed my face, and rubbed cold water onto my forehead to make the pain go away, which calmed my nerves down.

Walking back to the bathroom, a green letter caught my eye and I looked at the bed, his handwriting scribbled on it messily. Grabbing it, intense rage flowed through me once I read what it was.

Will be back soon baby. Need to clear a mess batsy made.

Smile,
Your Puddin'

I crushed the paper in my hand, fuming. I had just fainted and he didn't stay and take care of me by himself? He went to see batsy.

Well, if he loves batsy so much, he doesn't need me then.

"Urgh!" I stomped my feet on the ground and grabbed a gun in the drawer, pulling it out, gritting my teeth in the process.

I am going to see Ivy and no one can stop me.

After a few dead men and kicks in the face, I was out of the house in no time and rammed one of his cars to life, driving out furiously before the men chasing me could catch up to me.

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Hey!

Time to show Mr. J what she is capable of. Off to meet the sexy plant lady! Who here missed good ol' Ivy?

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