Page 103 of Muse (Fighting Fate)

Jace stood, his posture one of defeat. He paused, taking once last chance to beg with his eyes before he walked out the door.

The door closed behind him and I was left in shock. After hearing everyone talk about us dating, I was really beginning to think we actually meant something to each other. To find out our relationship was nothing more than casual sex, destroyed something inside me.

I wanted to know what happened to make me act in such a way. The perception I had of who I was as a person was severely shattered. And the fact that Jace had gone along with it made me hate him.

Looking at it objectionably, it was easy to see I’d fooled everyone into thinking I was crazy about Jace, just to make it look like we were in a real relationship, when all I’d obviously wanted out of it was sex. And Jace had been fine with that because sex was all he’d wanted out of it too.

I felt sick. Disgusted with myself.

I didn’t know who this person was. This emotionally detached being that had acted this farce out. Where did she come from? And why?

My head ached. I was so confused. I honestly had no idea where I was supposed to go from here.

A knock sounded on the door, and I looked up to see

Mom’s worried face. She pushed the door open and hesitantly stepped into the room, followed by two people I’d never seen before. The badges pinned to the waistband on their slacks immediately caught my attention.

“Hi, baby. This is Officer Greggs and Officer Weatherford. They just wanted to ask you a few questions, okay?”

I raised my eyebrow at them. If their questions were about what happened at school then they weren’t going to get many answers. I still couldn’t remember anything. I shrugged. After Jace’s visit, I wasn’t really in the mood for niceties.

“Hi, Mia. How are you feeling?” The one Mom introduced as Officer Weatherford spoke, coming to sit in the chair beside the bed.

I gave him a non-committal shrug. “Not that great.”

He nodded as though he was expecting my answer. “We’ll try to be quick.”

I drew in a deep breath as I watched him pull out his notebook.

“Doctor Sanders said you were suffering from a mild case of amnesia and that you might not remember much from the day you sustained your injuries, but anything you can remember would be helpful.”

I laughed humorlessly and laid my head back against the headboard. “Yes, it would, wouldn’t it? In fact, if I could just remember what the hell I’ve been doing for the past couple of months, then I might actually feel like I know who I really am.”

He looked at me with a slight confusion. “Are you saying you don’t remember anything from that day?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying.” I glanced at Mom. She was looking at me like she didn’t know who I was either. Perfect.

“What can you tell me about Melissa Thompson?”

Melissa? Why the hell was he asking me about Melissa? I didn’t even really know the girl. “Nothing really. She’s just a girl that goes to my school.”

“You don’t have any recollection of an altercation you might have had with her in the girl’s bathroom at school?”

I blinked at him. Was he serious? Shit. An altercation? “No.” My voice had given up the fight. The things I couldn’t remember were getting worse. It seemed my life had become quite the drama over the last couple of months.

“Look,” I said, tired of feeling so stupid when it came to my own life. “The last thing I remember was a trip I made with my brother two months ago, and those memories are sketchy at that. Not being able to remember has been rather upsetting, and I’m feeling really overwhelmed right now.”

“I understand. Thank you for your time.” He stood. “Please let us know if you remember anything. Your mother has our numbers.”

I watched them say goodbye to Mom before they left and closed the door behind them.

Mom walked towards the bed slowly, like she was frightened she would scare me. I could tell she was worried. “Are you okay?” she asked cautiously.

I wished everyone would stop asking me that. Of course I wasn’t okay. “Not really.”

“What happened?”

I sighed. “I’m not really in the mood to talk right now, Mom.”

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