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Thread: Can our love help you remember me? (Angel_Lina x DarkDreamer9110)

I want to remember, Maggie. Kayla reassured her. But the ... the doctors said it was unlikely Id ever fully regain my memory, even if parts of it did come back. They said not to stress myself, that if they did start to come back, it would be on their time, that some triggers might help, but just wracking my mind for them was extremely unlikely to work. she said. Seeing Maggie's reaction to her mention of their dancing, she smiled. See? That just came back to me. she said brightly. And I didn't even try. I was just looking at the house, and I knew there was a barn there, and that we'd danced in it before. She nodded. I really can't. I want to be clean again, and get a nice, hot meal in me for once. She started walking toward the house, then turned back and remembered to close the car door. She looked at Maggie. Could you give me the grand tour of the house? she asked.
Thread: Can our love help you remember me? (Angel_Lina x DarkDreamer9110)

Maggie let out a wide smile as she helped to carry Kayla's bags over to the front door. In front of the house was a huge lawn that extended about 50 yards to their left and was surrounded by various fruit trees. An almond tree was to the left and an avocado tree was to the back of the yard. Sure I would love to . Come on in. She offered as she unlocked the door to the house. As soon as the door was opened, the first thing that was in plain view was the living room that had off-white walls and a large window that showed the back yard. They could see a small building off to the left of the yard as she started to explain. Right in front is the living room. it is usually where I like to relax after a long day. Out in the back is my office. I work from home so I say that it is the shortest commute that anyone can ever have. She giggled softly. Off to their right was the kitchen. it looked a little old fashioned but it suited her tastes. To the left was a hallway that led to the bedrooms and the bathroom at the end of the hallway. As they walked forward just a bit, They saw the dining room off to their right and a large fireplace that was off to their left. Just slightly to their right was an old fashioned Hammond Organ that gave Maggie a smile. That organ was my Grandpa's. He loved to play on it a lot and create music with it. I tried it a few times but I am not very good at it. She admitted as she led them out the door that was attached to the dining room out to the back yard. The lawn extended out left to right about 100 yards each way which led to the natural terrain that was Nebraska. There were a few fences in the back and a very large oak tree to their upper right. To the very far right, the barn showed in full view as she was glad to be living on a very large property. So many good memories that I have of us being out here. Like you said, you may not get them all back but if you can't remember them all, I hope that I can help to create some new ones for you, Kayla. I hope that this place isn't all brand new to you. She explained as she let Kayla soak in the views of the house, office and barn. She wasn't going to try to push her to remember as she was still learning what Amnesia patients were going though. Deep inside though, she hoped that a spark would go through Kayla's mind.... maybe a spark of a good memory or two?
Thread: Can our love help you remember me? (Angel_Lina x DarkDreamer9110)

Kayla looked on in wonder as Maggie led the way through the house. I was here so much, wasn't I? She asked, more for confirmation than anything. She could feel her familiarity with the house, could sense the ghosts of memories she could no longer recall here. She nodded at Kayla's statement of wanting to help her form new memories even if she never recovered all the old ones. I'd like that, Maggie. I'd like to fall in love with you. She said. But first, I think I'd like to take you up on that shower and hot meal. She walked back over to her bag and rummaged through it before pulling out a bunch of clothes, all of which were in no better shape than the filthy, dirt-encrusted rags she was already wearing. She shook her head and looked over at Maggie. Maggie, do you have any clothes that might fit me? None of mine are clean.
Thread: Can our love help you remember me? (Angel_Lina x DarkDreamer9110)

Maggie let out a wide smile as she shook her head in affirmation to Kayla's question. Yes, you were here quite a lot. I remember you trying to find excuses to your parents just to find a way to get over here and I think one of your excuses was, 'I left my school books back at Maggie's place.'. She giggled softly, having a feeling that Kayla probably wouldn't remember that but it was a small shot but what what Kayla said afterwards send heavy pitter-patters in her heart. it only lasted a couple of seconds though as she knew that Kayla had to get cleaned up fist, especially after seeing the contents of filthy rags. I think that I do. Thank God I am such a pack rat. Let me check the garage and see what I can find for you. She admitted as she walked over towards the kitchen and went out a side door that led to a three car garage. Looking through a couple of boxes, she blew off the dust on top of them which led to a couple of coughs in her reaction. Gods... been so long since I have been through these boxes. She admitted after the last of her coughs. Looking at the sides of the boxes, she was glad that she marked them all. Grabbing one box at a time, she brought out three boxes... one of them marked 'tops', another marked 'bottoms' and another marked 'shoes'. Go ahead and go through the boxes. I am sure that I have a few outfits in there that can fit you. She admitted as she let Kayla rummage through the boxes to see what she could find in them.
Thread: Can our love help you remember me? (Angel_Lina x DarkDreamer9110)

Kayla chuckled at Maggie's recounting of one of her excuses to come over. I really tried that? God, I must have been desperate to come over here. She said as she began going through the boxes. A moment later, a thought occurred to her. They didn't know, did they? My parents, I mean. They didn't know about us, at least at first, right? Why else would I have to make up excuses to see you? As she dug through the boxes, she smiled as she pulled out a low-cut white tank top with the words These girls are for girls emblazoned across the chest. This was mine, wasn't it? She asked, holding it up against her torso. It was clear as she did so that, were she not almost emaciated, it would fit her perfectly. But I kept it here, right? I only wore it for you.
Thread: Can our love help you remember me? (Angel_Lina x DarkDreamer9110)

Maggie smiled softly as she heard Kayla's question as she saw her going through the boxes. At first, your parents and my mom thought that we were really good friends. I think that my mom started to suspect something between us but before I could ask her about it... She let out a loud sigh as this was a part of her past that she didn't want to remember. Before I could ask her about it, she wound up in the car accident and... Tears started to flow from her eyes for a bit as she saw Kayla digging through the boxes and finding her favorite shirt at the time. Yes, that shirt is yours... and you did only wear it for me. I kept it for you... hoping that you would come back. She explained as she wiped off the tears from her eyes as they were starting to turn towards tears of happiness. When you wore that shirt, I felt so happy when you did. I remember you buying it and wearing it after my mom passed away... maybe three weeks afterwards and... truthfully, it was your love that got me through that terrible time in my life. She let out a soft sniffle of her nose in happiness. Can you wear that shirt for me... again? Please... for me? She asked in her hopes as she really wanted to hug Kayla at this special moment in time... but she hoped that after the shower, she could see more of the Kayla that she remembered.
Thread: Can our love help you remember me? (Angel_Lina x DarkDreamer9110)

Maggie's words and her tears were like a lightning rod for Kayla's memories, pulling a series of them forward. We were at dinner. Me and my family. You called me, crying and sobbing as you told me. My dad asked what had happened, and I told him your mom was in a car accident, and that if we didn't get me to the hospital to see you, I was going to walk across town because you needed me. We got there, and you were sobbing, and I ran to you and I hugged you and I kissed you and just kept repeating that I would always be there for you. She pulled Maggie into a hug. I'm here again, Maggie. And I will. I'll wear it again for you. Always for you. Just for you. She said. I want to remember what it's like to be with you. I wish I could remember everything. She stroked Maggie's hair softly. I broke that promise. They made me move with them, made me leave you here. I didn't want to. I begged them to let me stay. They said family came first, that they needed me to move with them. She broke the embrace reluctantly. I guess I should take that shower. She picked up the shirt and a pair of denim shorts. You can go work on dinner while I'm showering.
Thread: True Detective: Sleeping with the Enemy (Celebstars and Centurion768)

It was 430pm, Ani Bezzerides was driving her partner home when they got a call in. I told you to turn that radio off she said, picking it up, the cord with it's spirals stretching straight as the cop picked it up and held the button to say go ahead. We have reports of a body being found in an abandoned garage near the train yard. Address is Lipton Avenue. That wasn't to far away from their current position so Rachel rolled her eyes and breathed a sigh of annoyance as she chewed on a tooth pick which was meant to help her stop smoking. We will take it over she replied, putting the radio back in to it's holder and flicking a switch. It made the inside of the car flash blue before the light was placed on top of the unmarked vehicle. Making a sharp turn which had civilians beeping their horns, Ani made her way to the crime scene. Six minutes later, hitting the breaks in front of a squad car, she got out, seeing numerous uniformed officers surrounding the area. Lights were flashing everywhere but it wasn't so bad as it was still daylight. Showing her badge to the man guarding the scene, she bent down underneath the yellow police tape and walked towards the garage. Once inside, Ani looked around, the place was dirty, equipment looked rusty and the car inside was just as bad. What am I looking at? She turned to an officer, who then pointed to the car in the centre. Walking towards it, she peered inside through the window and saw guts and organs all over the seats It was nothing like she had ever seen before, the man had been cut in half and in what looked like a sick work of art, his limbs were placed in the front, hands on the steering wheels and his feet on the pedals. Sick fuck! She said, hands in her jeans pockets. Look over here another officer said, taking her to the back windscreen. In blood, there was lettering, 'Lets play a game' it said, making her shake her head. Take a look Ani said to her partner taking a step back, hands back in her pockets. While she let him look, the woman in her thirties asked how they found the scene. That man over there, talking to Officer Moore, said he was walking his dog, stumbled across this place and then dialed 911.
Thread: True Detective: Sleeping with the Enemy (Celebstars and Centurion768)

Well I fucking thought I turned it off The older man said gruffly, James Irons sat next to her, the older detective shaking his head as they drove through the scorching sun. It was the end of the shift, it was the last few minutes of the patrol. He wanted to go home...he had a steak ready in the oven, a cold beer chilling in the fridge, his wife would be curled up in her bed getting ready for her night shift at the hospital but he could wake her for a quicky. But nooooooo. Some dumb fuck had to go get murdered, and some bastard had to call it in. They were literally two blocks away from his house. Fuck! Declared James, sitting in his jeans, black boots and a red shirt rolled up to the elbows. As they pulled up to the scene Irons let his partner head out to go and see the corpse as he grabbed his revolver and placed it on his hip, then his wallet and badge and headed to the perimeter to check in with the team there. Then he was called back to his partner. The grumpy 40 year old already greying, standing at a rather impressive 6'2, but his once lean quarterback body slowly sagged back to a beer gut and a hunch. Fuck sake! He declared loudly as he leaned down to look inside of the truck. I'll...I'll be back in a few. The homicide detective said simply. In their few years together, him and Ani had gotten along...rather roughly at the start, but steadily settled down into their ways. She was boss, he was the brawn. But seeing those fingers still clutching onto the wheel. Too much. Excuse me. he said. Barging past a Sheriff's deputy and out behind the garage, thankfully untained by the crime. And puked his guts up. A morning worth of fast food and bile being splattered out the back. By the look of it he wasn't the first to react that way. Popping a mint he headed back in. Happy to have that out of his system. Sorry. he muttered to his stalwart partner. Shaking his head as he surveyed the scene. I think we need to get the geeks in here... He muttered. Staring in at the carnage and seeing the lettering. It looks like we have a freak on our hands... The police veteran sighed. He hated freaks. I got the civvie. He said simply. Turning and heading over to the witness. Already asking his questions, 'who owned the garage' 'any idea when it happened' 'any idea when it happened'. All that good shit. But it was clear that the detective was not in the mood for it all.You should probably phone your boy toy and cancel that nice candle lit dinner you've obviously been slaving over He said bluntly as he moved back to the car to start filling in the initial report.
Thread: True Detective: Sleeping with the Enemy (Celebstars and Centurion768)

Hearing the way he was speaking to the man, she didn't like it, wait there she said to him, before walking over to her partner as he was at the car. Why don't you do your job properly? How the fuck is he meant to know when it happened? That is for the forensic team to decide. Piss off home you miserable cunt, that means finding another car! Shaking her head, she didn't know what was wrong with him today and didn't care. At least he was right about one thing though, she would have to ring her fiance. Using her cell phone, she looked up at the sky as the sun was setting, but the heat was still blazing. The air very humid. A voicemail beep came up, so she just left a message. Hey babe, I am going to me late, something at work came up, I'll explain when I am home. Love you. Sliding the slim iPhone in to her back jeans pocket, Ani walked up to the gentleman, apologizing for his behavior and wanted to start fresh. For the next ten minutes, she took the time to take down as much information as she could, finding out what time he arrived, if he knew the surrounding area well as well as any other key points that might of helped. Thank you for your help, you can leave now, if I have any other questions I have your contact details here. Watching the man return home, the officer walked back in to the garage and looked at the scene once more. His hands were placed there as were the feet. How can you tell? The young uniformed male said, not being able to prevent himself from checking her ass out as she bent over to look through the window. They are neatly cut, he wouldn't of been able to do that with him sitting there. Seeing his reflection leaning backwards to check her out, she looked to him, turning her head. Do your job! Turning so he would have glimpsed the badge hooked on to her belt he would have noticed she was a Sheriff. Leaving the crime scene now, the woman would get in her car and drive home, returning the next morning.
Thread: True Detective: Sleeping with the Enemy (Celebstars and Centurion768)

Maybe he saw something! The older man tried to defend. Looking shocked and pissed off with his partner at her little outburst at him. From the minute she started talking he knew he was fucked, in the four years they'd spent together he'd only won a handful of arguments, and even then, she had been drunk or pepper sprayed. So fighting a fully concious, fully aware Ani? Wasn't going to work well for him. So, like the grumpy old man she portrayed him to be, he gave a curt, Well go fuck yourself And went to peddle a lift from one of the cops on the perimeter. Ordering the young copper to take him home, he could deal with cut up bodies and serial killers tomorrow, tonight he wanted to eat steak, drink beer and fuck his wife. Back at her home, Andrew Roberts had just gotten away from a 'conference' and listened to his girlfriends voicemail. Not responding back and just rearranging his plans for the night so she could take part, even if she would work a bit longer. The 6'3 architect rolling his dress shirts sleeves up to the elbow as he set about making dinner. He'd been with Ani for the better part of two years and had moved in after just six months, the tall man was always waiting for her at the end of a shift, a beer in one hand and condom in the other usually. He knew how she liked to work out her stress. As she pulled up into the drive the man waited for her, still slaving away over the Bolognase in the kitchen. Beers in the fridge! He called. His short brown hair cut close in to his head as he looked through the house. Trying to judge her reactions, whether it would be a nice calm night, or one full of bitching and fighting.
Thread: True Detective: Sleeping with the Enemy (Celebstars and Centurion768)

Turning left, the headlights of her car beamed at the house, which would have shone in to the kitchen. Getting out of her car, she locked the door and then opened the one leading in to the home. Walking towards the kitchen the cop put her badge and gun on the wooden table where they would eat. Well why couldn't you get one out if you knew I was here Ani told him, brushing past him to get to the fridge. Taking a bottle out she used one of her silver rings on her right hand to open it, the cap popping off. Sitting down in one of the seats, her mouth took a few sips of the alcohol before she rested it down on the table between her badge and gun. I'm sorry she said, I was looking forward to eating with you when we planned it, then some fucker had to find this body. Resting her head back against the wall, she looked out of the window, lost in mind and thought. Bringing herself back to reality she turned and looked to him. How was work for you? You had a conference right? It may have sounded like an interrogation but it was just innocent questions to try and make some conversation. Standing up, Ani moved forward and peered over his shoulder looking at the food. Smells, good, I am going to go shower then come back down. Kissing his cheek, she left the beer beside her weapon and headed on upstairs.
Thread: True Detective: Sleeping with the Enemy (Celebstars and Centurion768)

Tough day then. It was rare that Ani would come skipping in through the front door all sunshine's and rainbows, but usually he'd at least get a kiss. As he stood over the pot of sauce he let her relax for a moment. Waiting for her to finally calm herself down. How inconsiderate of him. He said with a look of feigned shock as he started to pour the spaghetti onto plates and douse the sauce heartily over the top of it. Conference was good, a bit dull, got to chat with the competition. Learned a few little schemes and tricks for the future, but overall it was just boring me to death. Really. At least two people died in that room. Your homicide, go get on it. The man grinned as he put the finishing touches on the food. Ten minutes! Make it quick! He called to her playfully, looking over as she started to sway away through the house to the shower, yet was interupted. Hey! Come on. You know the rule. He said back to her, holding out her gun in it's holster to her. No guns at the table. He said firmly, back when they were first going out he had 'accidentally' blown a hole the size of a fist in the wall when he tried to move it. As far as Ani was aware, he couldn't even hurt a fly. He was just peaceful Andrew, the good looking Architect who was by her door with a beer and dinner after she was out in high speed chases and gunfights. If only that was the case. By the time the shower was over, the lights were out and even though it was getting on at night, the candles were burning and a nice candlelit dinner. A murder wasn't going to stop her relaxation.
Thread: True Detective: Sleeping with the Enemy (Celebstars and Centurion768)

Hearing his words shout up at her as she made her way to the shower Ani rolled her eyes. Stop being a pussy! She fired back, her words sometimes as hostile as her weapon was. The woman never saw her fiance as a tough guy, but she liked and enjoyed that, she worked with enough men who were comparing their dicks to see was in charge. Turning the light on, Bezzerides stepped in to the bathroom, clothing the door behind her. As dinner was being cooked downstairs, she was undressing, stripping herself to nothing but her skin before stepping inside the tub. Turning the taps, she waited for the water to be at the right temperature before she finally turned on the shower. Being sprayed with water, her hands ran through her shirt hair before running down her curvy body. Not every inch was smooth pale skin, some scars were visible, one on her shoulder when she was shot and another in the side, by her ribs. That one was the worst as she broke ribs and punctured her lung. Finishing up, the water was turned off and a towel was taken from the back of the door and wrapped around her body. Attending her bedroom, the cop got changed in to grey sweat pants and navy blue t-shirt. Walking barefoot down the stairs she walked in to a dimly lit kitchen with an orange glow from candles. Your such a romantic, I don't deserve you she smiled, walking up and kissing his mouth, her hand on his neck with her silver rings pressed against his skin. Sitting down at the table, Ani began to tuck in to the food he had prepared. I can't remember the last time I cooked for you she added, her mouth full. She could never get the hang of eating spaghetti, she was messy with it.