Page 4 of Broken
Chapter Two
Izzy
With each retreating footstep my anxiety spikes and the pain in my body gets worse. It hurts to move. My chest is sore, making it hurt to breathe. My eyes move up to meet the glare of the man standing in front of me. He is looking at me as if I’m the purest form of evil.
Maybe he’s right.
Maybe I am.
I sure as hell have no idea who I am.
Did you ever wonder what it would be like to wake up one day and have no idea who you are? It sucks.
I can’t even remember my name. I have no idea if someone is looking for me, if someone out there loves me. I have never felt so alone. Being in this place strikes a fear inside of me that I can’t explain. My arms wrap around my body, trying to gain a sense of comfort.
All I know is the man in front of me looks like he wants to kill me.
I want Max to come back. He was acting like a jerk all night except when I would meet his eyes. The hard lines around his face would soften. He looked at me as if he didn’t pity me. When I look at him a sense of calm comes over me. I’m not sure why since he seemed like all he wanted to do was leave me by the side of the road without a second thought.
I sit down in a chair in front of the man. My legs tremble underneath the table.
“Who are you?” The man’s voice is deep and the words almost sound like a growl coming out. He is wearing a leather vest with a patch on it that says ‘President’. His dark brown hair is medium length and his piercing green eyes focus on me. He is trying to remain calm, it’s not working. “Tell me!” His hand slaps down on the tabletop in front of me and I jump. I have no idea why he is so mad and what I could have done to cause it.
I need to run. This place isn’t safe. It feels wrong.
I jump up and make a dash for the door.
“Prospect!” he shouts from behind me.
Max runs into the room only a few feet from the door. He catches me around my waist. “Calm down. No one’s gonna hurt you,” his voice whispers in my ear. He has no idea if that’s true or not.
“You need to come back over here,” the man behind me says. His voice is still strained. My hands grip Max’s sweatshirt. “I’m not gonna ask again.” My hearts feels like a jackhammer about to break out of my chest.
“Walk, I’ll stay with you.”
I nod and walk backward, not wanting to turn around or to leave the safe place I’ve found in the most unlikely person.
Max’s hands stop me from moving. “Sit down.”
I do as he says, but I can’t bring myself to look up at the man hovering over me.
He slaps down the picture I was holding in front of me. His face is full of anger.
I swallow a lump in my throat.
Judging by his expression this is bad.
“I’m not gonna play fucking games. Where did you get this? Why do you have it?” He’s staring at me, and I can feel Max’s eyes on me.
“I—” My throat is raw and I wince as I try to answer him. “I don’t know,” I rasp out.
His eyes narrow at me and he seems to be trying to assess whether I’m telling the truth. “How do you not know? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
I try to speak again, but my voice dies in my throat. A bottle of water is placed in front of me and I look up to seehim. I give him a nod to thank him before opening it and letting the cool water coat my sore throat. “I can’t remember anything.” I take a deep breath as I try to calm myself down. “I woke up in a field, like this.” My hand waves over myself to drive my point home. “That picture was in my hand. I got up and just started to walk. I don’t know how I got here or anything else about me.”
My hands wring as the nerves in my body grow.
He grabs my wrist and I jump, a small yelp escaping. He turns my arm over to reveal a tattoo I didn’t even notice. “This your name?” It says Izzy in fancy letters, the end of the Y forming a heart. Is it my name? Is it someone I loved? “Well?” His voice gets louder and I flinch, pulling my arm from him.
