Page 5 of Broken
“I don’t know. I have no idea who I am.” I hang my head, hating how weak I feel. A sharp pain is pulsing in my head and getting worse the more I try to dig into the emptiness. A tear slips down my cheek.
“Cameron Pearce!” I hear one of the girls from earlier. “You said you’d be nice.” She walks over.
“Nikki, what the fuck did I tell you about using that goddamn name here? I also told you to stay the fuck in the room with Lucy. Goddamn, woman, you’ll never learn to listen.” His hand runs through his hair as he releases a deep breath.
“No, I won’t, but you love it.” She winks at him before walking closer to me. “What’s your name, babe? You okay?”
“She says doesn’t know. That she has no damn memory and I have just as many questions as I did before,” he grumbles.
“Okay, well, the girl needs to shower and get into something clean. Luce and I will handle that and then maybe after she feels better stuff might come back to her.” She looks over at me and smiles. I can tell she is really trying to help me.
“Think her name is Izzy. It’s tattooed on her wrist. She goes nowhere but to take a shower, Nik. I fucking mean it. We can’t have her wandering around.”
She walks over to him and wraps her arms around his neck, giving him a kiss.
“Come on, Izzy.” Nikki holds her hand out to me, and I take it.
My eyes drift back to Max behind me. He’s watching me like I’m a puzzle he can’t solve. He nods his head at me almost as if he’s saying it’s okay to go with her. I follow Nikki into a room and see the other girl from earlier. The room is a decent size, with a bed and a large dresser lining the wall.
Her long brown hair hangs loose and her eyes look up once we walk in. She gazes at me, and I can tell that she too wants to help me. “Hey, everything okay?” She turns to Nikki, who just shrugs.
“For right now we are just getting her cleaned up.” Nikki moves over to the dresser. “She looks about your size, Luce, so I’m gonna grab some of your extras.”
“No problem.” She turns to me. “I’m Lucy, this is Nikki and we—”
“Okay, I’m here, what the hell is going on?” Another girl walks in, her long blond hair hanging in waves. “Whoa, Torch wasn’t kidding when he said that you did something stupid tonight. Just ‘cause we took you in, Luce, doesn’t mean this is a damn refuge.” She laughs before plopping down on the couch.
“That’s Tracie. She’s Torch’s old lady.” Lucy turns to me. “Just ignore about seventy-five percent of what she says.” She laughs.
“Have we not settled that shit yet? I thought we talked about a new nickname. I’m so over being called an old lady. I warned Torch the next time he says it to me my tits better be down to my knees.”
I laugh and quickly cover my mouth.
“You got good taste, kid. Don’t listen to Lucy. I’m fucking hysterical and I basically raised her ass.” She smirks.
“Trace, I came here when I was fourteen! You totally didn’t raise me.” Lucy shakes her head.
“In everything that counted I did.”
Lucy doesn’t argue. She was fourteen? I feel like there is a huge story that I’m missing there, but my low capacity brain is already on overload.
“Here’s some clothes, babe. The shower is through there and it already has everything in it you’ll need.”
I take it from her, walking toward the door. As my hand reaches for the knob I turn around. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank us yet, we still don’t know your fate,” Tracie says, laughing, but there is an air of seriousness in her voice.
I walk into the bathroom and close the door. My eyes slowly rise to look in the mirror. The skin on my face is multiple shades of purple, green, and black. My bottom lip has a cut on it and so does one of my eyebrows. My blond hair is matted to my head and dusted with dirt.
What the hell could have happened to me?
