Page 56 of Pyscho
Fuck me, he has an old lady?
I gently move the needle over Luna’s hip, the burn mark deeper than the others, and she flinches, making me wince and look up to see her gripping Blade’s hand tightly, and I mutter, “Sorry, sweetheart.”
She nods but looks at the ceiling, and I know she hasn’t got much longer until this becomes too much for her.
Fuck I really don’t want to make her sit through another sitting, the poor woman had been through enough…
“Luna?” I ask, looking at her, wincing at the throbbing in my head and everyone looks at me, and I frown as she sends me a sweet smile.
She was raped throughout her teenage and early adult years by her brothers VP and none of her family believed her.
Fuck.
“You knew her before your memory in the diner?” the doctor asks, and I gently shake my head. He hums, “Okay, good. That just confirms my diagnosis that this is temporary, but I still want that CT,” while Blade grins, relief shining off him.
“Will he get all his memories back at once?” my Mama asks as Luna murmurs, “He’s lost his memories?” in shock.
“No, that is normally not the case,” the doctor denies, “It will be slow-burning, and little bits will come back, but never say never. I have seen a few cases where only one person or even one action brought back what they’ve lost, and most of their memories returned. Others may not,” He looks at me, “I’ll come to see you once I have the results from your CT.”
I nod again, my mouth suddenly dry.
Five years, I’m missing five years of my life, and I have no idea where to start to regain it back.
Fuck my head hurts.
I drop my head back on the pillow as the doctors leave, and as soon as the door shuts, Blade speaks first, “You’re the VP,” and I hum and retort, “I figured that out, brother, seeing your patch.”
He chuckles, “You have not lost your quick responses, then,” and I give him the middle finger while Luna lets out a sob, and I look at her.
She shakes her head as we lock eyes and says, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” and I frown as Blade sighs, holding her close to him.
“What have you got to be sorry for?” I ask in confusion.
“I took Blades gun,” she blurts, and I raise a brow at her because I know this tiny woman did not shoot me, even if I can’t remember what happened and Blade shakes his head and admits, “You dropped your gun on the deck in the yard and Misty picked it up and-and pointed it at Ivy…”
I shoot up, my eyes wide, but groan at the numbing pain that hits. Dad quickly rushes over with Venom, and they both shove me back down, causing me to grunt.
“I would say sorry brother but that was fucking stupid,” Venom snaps and I wince, “Too loud, brother,” causing him to snort.
“My sister is okay, you saved her,” Venom whispers, and I physically relax as we lock eyes, his expression full of appreciation.
Blade continues, getting my attention, “Luna saw Misty grab your gun and quickly got mine. She managed to shoot her arm disarming the woman but not before she pulled the trigger on yours,” Blade shakes his head, “Ivy didn’t even move. She knew you were behind her and she didn’t move, willing to take the hit,” my mouth parts, “She hit her head hard after you shoved her out of the way and she was knocked out for forty-eight hours while you, well, you’ve had a four month long nap.”
Fuck me.
“And where is Misty now?” I ask because none of this is coming back to me.
Misty was my go-to girl but she was also for several other brothers so the fact she thought she owned me was fucking pathetic especially when everyone knows what I felt for Ivy, or came to realize it anyhow.
“Dead,” Blade admits, and I tilt my head but instantly regret it and wince at the kink in my neck. Blade sighs, “Mama shot her in her head.”
Fuck, yet I’m not overly surprised.
Ivy is like a daughter to Anna.
I sigh, “Where’s Ivy now? Is she in New York?”
Fuck I hope not, I really fucking hope not.
