BITTERSWEET REUNION

I walk to the bathroom to wash off the blood oozing from my nose before I look for something to wipe the floor with. The guy has strong bones, for sure. Coming out of the bathroom, my nose is still bleeding a little. I find this dog staring at the bloody spots on the floor. He must be jumping inside with ecstasy, seeing me like this. His shapeless body must be throbbing in his pants, seeing me in pain.

He turns to me, and a wide grin appears on his ugly face. Laugh all you want, Ejay! Laugh now while you have time, because the clock to your downfall is ticking. Let's see if you will still manage that loathsome devilish smirk when everything comes crumbling down on you, filthy jerk! If there is one thing I can bet my life on, it's the saying that everything that has a beginning has an ending too. Your end is just around the corner, Ejay.

He takes small, menacing steps towards me, analyzing every corner of my face. "Let me guess. You tried to be feisty." I remain quiet, and he bursts out with laughter like a maniac. "Gia, Gia, Gia! I warned you about betraying me, didn't I? You haven't seen anything yet, my dear. Wait until Mr. Garvin is done with you, because that's when you will know the true taste of my wrath, you cunning bitch!" He runs his fingers through his marks on my face. "This is nothing compared to the damage you have caused me, and it's still nothing compared to what is in store for you. I'll send someone to bring some warm water for you to wash your face because you look pathetic. Mr. Garvin might reject you if he finds you like this tomorrow, and I can't afford to lose the fortune he is paying for you."

Oh, you idiot! You are the pathetic fool here, moron! If only you knew what was happening here, you fool! If only you knew what awaited you, you would just shut your dirty mouth up and start thinking of a way to save your ass. He turns to leave, but I remember I have to make a fast move.

"Aa.. Ejay?" I call, and he turns to me again. "You have my sister? How long have you been with her? Can I please see her?" I can't disclose to him that I have regained my memory. It's for the best for him to continue thinking that I am still a shadow of myself.

He looks at me for a moment, then mocks me again. "Oh, I forgot. You are a screwed-up bitch without a single memory. Anyway, it will be my pleasure to bring her to you. I want to be a part of that sweet, emotional reunion. That will do a better job on my cock than you couldn’t do." He winks and walks out.

This is not good at all. You all agree, right? I mean, he agreed that fast? He isn't going to make me beg on my knees or drive me mad with his denial. He isn't going to make it hard for me to meet my sister. That is not the monster that I know. There is something so fishy about this. The amount of sarcasm in his words is scary. What is he up to?

I wipe the blood on the floor with my stocking, and I change into my usual clothes that I brought with me from my house. I sit down and wait for my sweet sister. I hope the jerk was not pulling my leg, though.

Ten minutes passed that felt like an eternity, and another ten, but nobody has come. It's ten at night, and I begin to grow weary. I should have known. That jerk was just toying with me. My sister won't come. Grace won't come tonight. But if he doesn't bring her to me, I will scatter this entire building until I find her myself. I won't give up.

Just when I was about to switch off the light and rest my sore face, the door opened without notice, and Ejay strided in with a megawatt smile on his face, leaving the door ajar. Strange! I wait to see someone coming in after him, but no one does, and the jerk is standing here all smiley.

"Where is she?" I ask, standing up from the bed.

"Babe?" He calls and stretches his hand at the open door.

Babe? What the sh*t is that? Did I ask him to bring his girlfriend or any other whore of his? I asked for my sister, right?

A lady's hand from outside holds on to his hand, and I look down to the heels, clicking the floor. Red heels, an elegant short dress that covers barely nothing of the classy lady's body, and the boobs are almost fully exposed. What is this? I asked him to bring my sister, not this thing he is calling a baby. What? He is trying to make me jealous. Oh, please! That sucks! Not even if he were the only man on earth.

I was so engrossed in observing the body of this goddess that I forgot to look at her face. Maybe I should give Ejay what he wants. He wants to show off. Fine! I look up, but only for my eyes to land on the blonde black hair cascading down the goddess' bare back, the clicking of their lips kissing making me spank me with a sense of nausea. Gosh! What is this again? I bow down, giving them time to finish their nonsense.

"So, who is this you wanted me to meet, hun?" The blonde speaks.

That voice?

That voice!

That..that.., I was about to shoot my head up with dismay, but my mind reminded me that I shouldn't look suspicious. I am still the screwed bitch without a memory, right? I compose myself and keep my calm. That voice is definitely hers; it rings perfectly well in my head, but one thing I am sure of is that my sister and this woman with Ejay in front of me can't be the same person. And kissing him? Naah! Ejay just pulled one over me.

"Check for yourself, babe, and tell me if that face rings a bell." That's another thing that proves that this can't be Grace. She can't be Ejay's "babe," for sure.

"Alright. She better not be beautiful than me, because I hate competition." I see her long legs turning around, and I start lifting up my head, our eyes meeting at the same time.

Thunder just struck me!

I want to weep, howl, and curse, but I instead fake a faint smile. The make-up has done a great deal to complicate her natural looks, but I can still recognize her under the rich makeup. The brown color of her eyes is still noticeable under the shades of the long eyelashes. It's beyond any doubt for her. It's Grace! What happened to you, Grace? And all those bruises I saw in the photo that this monster sent me? Where the fuck are they? All I see is a divine lady without a scratch.

"Gia?" I heard her voice once again, and this time I didn't know what to make out of the tone.

It hurts, but I am afraid to say that she doesn't look happy to see me. I take a step forward, my eyes not leaving hers, the anger and disgust in her eyes weakening my bones.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember you or your name." I say it with a very soft voice. I thought I saw some softness in her eyes, but a second later, I can confirm that that was all in my thoughts. She looks so pissed off.

"That's great, then, because I don't want you to remember anything about me." She screeches, and this monster plants a kiss on her neck to calm her down. I walk to her and raise my hands to her face, but she slaps them away. "Don't touch me."

"But you are my sister, right? Please tell me you are my sister. Please." I say.

"I can't have a selfish person like you for a sister." She turns to Ejay, who is looking at me with so much delight. "Honey, please get me out of this woman's sight." She says. The hustle in her tone is cutting through my heart.

"As you say, babe. Don't be sad, okay? Let's go." She clicks her heels on the floor angrily as she storms out without spearing me even a single glance, Ejay not forgetting to mock me with a smile as he closes the door behind them.

I should run after them and plead with her to hear me out, but I choose to let her be for now. At least I know she is here. I first need to find out what is happening to her. What did he do to my sister? Why is she so mad at me? I am the one who lost my memory, not hers. I am the one who came back to this cursed monster, all for her sake. I thought she would be glad to see me, only to get that kind of reaction. What changed her so much in a span of four months? She doesn't look like the Grace that I knew. Or is there a part of my memory that hasn’t come back yet? My big sister, who had morals and respect, The sister who respected relations How come she is now with her very own cousin, doing God knows what? What the hell is happening?