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previously on devil addicted (i'm terrible at blurbs):

so aubrey got hit by that car trying to escape from ian's house that was attacked (for a now unknown reason) and went into the coma thingy for 6months and now she has woken up with amnesia. ian is very sad :( and aubrey is very confused. 

Chapter 50 

Aubrey POV

 I feel empty, like this part of me is missing. Well maybe its the massive chunk of my memory that is gone, yeah that's definitely it. 

I have no idea what I've missed, as apparently 6 months of memory are gone. Well my friends, it feels weird to say friends as I barely know them, have been filling me in on what has happened. 

The angry boy in my room a few days ago I have learnt his name is Ian, whenever I ask about him its all panicked eyes that glimmer through their facade- they are definitely hiding something.

It has been 3 days since I woke up from the apparent coma I have been in for a few months. It is now January. Which is insane to even comprehend, so often when the thought arises I push it down for a possibly more stable future Aubrey to deal with. 

It's also been 3 days since I have seen Ian. His anger and hurt at first scared me, but something behind those silver eyes stirs this foreign feeling in my chest. 

When visiting hours are over there is no possible way for my brain to stop itself from thinking. I just stare up at the ceiling and try to rack my brain for any hint of memory. I'm angry at myself, I just want to remember. I don't want people looking at me with those pity eyes, I don't want anyone looking at me. I just want to remember. 

I'm scared out of my thoughts when I hear the opening of my hospital room door, I look to the time and see it is about 11pm. I check the door again and see a familiar figure but the darkness of the room clouds any recognisable features. 

But then my heart clenches and he comes into view from the moonlight through my window. It's Ian.

"I-Ian?" I ask hesitantly as he walks closer and I make sure to have the call button in hand. Just in case, as this man is a complete stranger to me.

Ian sees me reach for the call button, sighs and looks down at the floor before pulling a seat up to my bed.

He reaches out to grab my hand but I pull away and keep it close to my chest, I see hurt in his silver eyes but I really can't be too careful. He runs his hand through his hair and with a sigh asks "How are you?"

I gulp nervously and look him in the eyes, he offers me a weak smile and I nod "Good thank you"

Oh shit this feels awkward. It would really help if people would tell me how I know him. 

"They haven't said anything about me have they?" he asks and as I hesitate to respond he takes that as an answer and collapses his head in his hands.

I really feel like he shouldn't be in here. 

"You probably want me to go" he says his head still in his hands.

 I can hear the hurt in his voice so I ask "Tell me how I know you"

His head slowly lifts up and I offer him a small smile, yes I'm still scared of him but my heart pangs that he seems to be in some kind of pain.

"I don't think that is important" he says turning to look outside my window.

Ok if it's not important then why the hell did you barge into my room? I think to myself but the whipping of his head back to me and shock on his face makes me think I said that outl oud.

"I said that out loud didn't I?" I shyly say looking down to my hands. 

I hear him chuckle slightly and that sound makes butterflies swirl in my stomach. The hell?

"I brought you this" he says, a dull hopeful smile on his face.

I reach out and grab what looks to be a tattered book. Once in my hands I look down and see it to be Jane Eyre, my favourite book. The edges of this paperback are torn and folded, with creases across the entire cover. This book has been through some shit is all I could think looking at the state of it.

"Jane Eyre... my favourite" I say looking up to him from the book. 

He offers a small smile and says "I know" and I smile in return. I see a sparkle glimmer across his silver eyes. 

"Ian?" I almost whisper.

"Yes angel" he says. 

Ok now I am not stupid, with what I can gather Ian was my boyfriend or something significant like that in my life. Why else would he call me pet names like 'angel', cute but cringe, and why else would he care so much about seeing me- much more than any friend would. 

"Can you tell me what happened?" I ask.

"The doctor said-" he starts but I interrupt him by laughing.

"From what I've seen it seems listening to the doctor is the last thing you'd do." I smile and he chuckles slightly in response.

"Thats very true angel" he smiles. "But you're not ready yet, you need more time"

Oh for forking sake. "Tell me how I know you then" I ask. For some reason this guy both scares me and makes me feel safe. Seeing him and remembering his yelling I am terrified but this feeling inside me feels so safe in his presence. I am almost shocked at this confidence I have to ask him questions but I just roll with it. 

Ian POV

Seeing her sitting in the hospital bed and gown just makes me so fucking mad. I just want to throw her over my shoulder, get in my car and take us as far away as possible from this place. 

I miss my angel. I miss laughing with her. I miss the way she would look at me with those big doe eyes, I miss seeing the love in her eyes. Now I just see emptiness when she looks at me and more often then not glimmers of fear. 

"I can't tell you yet" I say to her sadly, as much as I want to I don't know how she will respond and I don't wanna do anything to jeopardise my relationship with her. I'm going to do everything in my power to get my angel back, even if that means having to win her over again.

I reach for her hand as I see a tear fall from her frustrated face, to my surprise I am able to grasp her small hand in mine. "I'm sorry angel" I murmur. 

"Bear" she says almost as if it's a revelation to her. I am completely stunned that I just stare at her. 

"What did you say?" I ask gritting my teeth with nervous excitement. Does she remember me? Does she remember us? 

"It-it..it just came to me! I don't know. It's just when you reached for my hand that-that I remembered."

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i am writing the next chapter now :)

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