Chapter 27

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They roll me in to a surgical room and start fussing about setting equipment up. The nurse exits the room leaving me alone with Dr Mitchell.

"Doctor Mitchell, please don't let him do this." He ignores me, "Why are you helping him? you're his father you can stop him."

"No." 

"Why not? This will all effect you when it gets out that you are using your hospital to keep an innocent girl hostage. Why can't you just tell him-"

"I will not. That is the end of it." Although he is adamant this is the end of the matter, he continues, "You are what keeps Ahren content, and I will never deny him what he wants." He doesn't look at me as he speaks. As though he were afraid of giving something away in his eyes.

"You're afraid of him aren't you?" 

He finally looks at me, "I don't care what my son does. As long as he keeps it quiet and under control."

"Does this seem under control to you? His plan failed and now he's starting it all over again. You, as his Father are supposed to-" He cuts me off again, raising his voice.

"I have other patients to see to. So I bid you good day." And with that he leaves swiftly.

I can't imagine what I will do if Ahren actually takes my memories away again. Would I be able to somehow hold on? Really cling to my consciousness and make sure I don't ever forget what's important to me again? 

I think about mum. Oh how she must be worried. Where does she think I am? 

Oh and my job. I'm a fashion designer, working up to getting my own store. It seems like years ago that that was the only worry on my mind. And Kaius works at an animal shelter rescuing helpless animals. I remember he used to take me to visit them and play with them to make sure they were getting love until they were adopted. I miss that. It's so refreshing to have everything back in my head. Please don't take it away again Ahren... 

At least an hour goes by before Ahren comes to the room I'm in. Almost whistling with glee might I add. 

"Well, that's everything pretty much set up now." 

I eye him, "What are you on about?" 

"Everything reset. I even got you the same room you were originally in." He sounded as if he were expecting me to thank him.

"Ahren stop this madness now. You have gone out of control and I will fight whatever you try to do to me." 

His expression changes to that of a child who's mother just told him no, "I'm sick of people always telling me what I can and cannot do! Do you think I CARE what HAPPENS? you could be happy with ME but you are too SPOILED to see what real love could be!" 

I hang my head in despair. There isn't even anything I could say to him that would make him change his mind. He doesn't have a conscience. 

"What, are you gonna cry now, is that it?" He mocks.

My head snaps up, features frozen in a state of stone cold fury. 

"What makes you think that I would ever waste tears on you?"

At that he boils over and storms out. Slamming the door on his way. 

I lay back on the bed. At least that may have bought me some time, if there is any hope of anyone getting to me now, to rescue me.

An itch on my nose causes me to automatically try to lift my hand to scratch it. The restraint on my wrist stops me, but when I did that, it loosened ever so slightly.

I take advantage of it, yanking as much as I can, bearing the pain of it cutting in to my skin. 

Eventually it breaks off. I hurry to release my other wrist and my feet. Still watching the door, expecting Ahren to come barging in at any moment. 

I hop off the bed quietly. I'm bare foot, wearing one of those white hospital gowns again. I tip toe to the door, putting my ear up to it to make sure People aren't lurking outside. 

I don't even have time to react before the door suddenly slides open. Ahren's eyes widen, but the shock doesn't hinder him as it does me. He grabs me by the throat, throwing me off guard.

"I've had just about enough of you. You need to do as you are told." 

I struggle for a breath, "Ahren, stop!" I croak. Failing at trying to peel his grip from my neck. 

"Oh I'll stop it alright!" He storms over to the bed side, dragging me with him. "I was going to wait, but I don't care anymore. I'm doing it myself." He mutters.

He turns on a machine and grabs a mask attached to by a wire. He shoves it on to my face. Releasing my throat, taking both my wrists in one hand, and squeezing the mask on to my face with the other, I'm pinned to him. I writhe and fight, but I know that I'm already loosing consciousness. 

I can't let him win this time. I just can't.

My eyes feel droopy, my legs grow weak.

Hold on Avy. Hold on this time...please. 

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