"If he ever makes you cry again, call me."

Two hours into the flight, and Jayden's words were still resonating in her mind. She peaked at Maddie from over her phone and saw he was busy working away on his laptop. What did Jayden mean when he said again? Did he mean she was unhappy in this relationship? Urgh. This was frustrating, not knowing anything and being left to simmer in her thoughts.

She quickly stood up, before she had a chance to overthink and chicken out, and went to sit directly opposite Maddie. He just kept on working unperturbed. She cleared her throat lightly, "if you need any help. I'm here."

"I already told you, Jiaye. You're not working until you've recovered at least some of your memory."

"Hey! I recall a couple of things. Plus, I didn't forget any of my studies. I might be of help." She said defensively. Offended, he thought she was incompetent just because of a few gaps in her memory.

"I appreciate that you want to help, but no thanks." Then as an afterthought, he absently squeezed her hand. She was practically dismissed. She huffed and went back to her seat.

She absently looked out the window and gladly accepted for the delicious slumber she could feel coming on to take her away.

Where was I? this place was beautiful at night. I had numerous bags in my hand. I fumbled about and removed my hotel card to open the door, but the door was already slightly ajar. I was puzzled….as I began to step into the room I felt a light tap on my shoulder-

"Jiaye? Jiaye?"

She opened her eyes slowly. She saw Maddie's face etched in concern looming over her.

"Yes?"

"You didn't seem like you had a good dream there. I was concerned." He scratched his neck awkwardly then backed up.

"No, I'm fine," She muttered absentmindedly.

"Okay, we're almost arriving." She nodded and turned to look outside.

What was that dream about? Lately, she feels like she'd been living in a state of always asking questions, always unsure of everything. She hated this. She clenched her fists. She forced herself to calm down. Everything will be fine. Soon. She nodded slowly to herself, trying to convince herself.

Maddie's driver picked them from the airport. Shot her a weird look as he held the car door for her and drove them away efficiently. They had reached their house- I'm sorry- a f.u.c.k.i.n.g mansion in a few minutes.

As he held the door open for her once they reached the main entrance, she saw he was giving her that look again, was he looking down at her? He seemed disrespectful.

"I'm sorry, do you have a problem with me?" Shemenacingly said as she squared up to him. He looked startled and immediately took a step back.

"I asked you a question!" She continued moving closer to him, more like stalking, like how a predator stalks its prey.

"No, ma'am."

Maddie stepped out and placed a hand on her lower back. "Is there a problem?" he asked, looking between her and his driver.

"Well, answer him." She folded her hands and looked at the driver, who's the name she was yet to know, and honestly didn't care less about it at this point. He looked ashamed and bowed his head cowering. "No, sir."

Maddie looked between them again, puzzled, and ushered her into the house.

Immediately they entered the house, and a bad feeling came over her that sent shivers through her body.

"Any other night Maddie! Any other night I'll accept-"

"Get out-"

"I'm not letting you go tonight-"

The memories were all coming one after another, too hard too fast. Her head was beginning to pound uncontrollably. The darkness consumed her.

She came to him and saw Maddie's silhouette pacing angrily across the room, shouting at someone on the other end of the phone call. She guessed she was in her bedroom now, thanks to that huge 'memory bus' hitting her, she could more or less remember most of the events that happened in this house. The drivers disrespect now all made sense, the staff here was used to that. They had literally no respect for her. Guess she couldn't blame them anyway. If the boss of the house was disrespecting her in that manner, it was only logical they followed suit. She sighed wistfully. Had she made the right decision coming back with him? Did she even really have many choices?

He turned and saw her looking, and he quickly came to her side, hanging up.

Maddie had called his doctor several, and he kept going to voicemail. When he finally picked, it was to say he was out of town and he'd send a colleague to come, who hadn't even arrived.

The way his stomach had clenched when Jiaye lost consciousness, and he clenched his hands into fists and willed himself to forget that feeling. He threw a glance over to her and saw she was awake.

He quickly cut the call amidst the doctor trying to explain to him why he was running late and went to her side.

"Are you okay?" his voice was soft. He reached out for her hand, which was a bit cold. She pulled it away almost instantly. He had noticed how she recoiled from him but thought he had misunderstood. He felt a pang in his heart.

"I'm fine." Her tone was cold. Had she remembered something? Granted, this house was full of bad memories for her.

He cleared his throat, his hands suddenly feeling clammy, "Is there anything you need? Anything I can get you? Or send for?" he asked, concerned, his hands tucked into his pockets.

"I'd like to be left alone, please." She muttered so softly it was hard to catch.

He noticed tears filling her eyes before she quickly turned and pulled the duvet over her head.

From her behavior, she had definitely remembered some unpleasant things. Everything in Maddie was screaming at him to smooth things over, but he couldn't find the right words.

"I'll be back later." He muttered in a low rough voice then left reluctantly. He could feel despair slowly reaching out its cold hands and wrapping them around his throat. He had to fix this. ASAP.