The sound of the door opening brought me from my sleep. The nameless girl walked into the room. "Hey, sleepyhead. You awake?"
I sat up and looked at her. "Yeah."
She sat down in her chair, looking at me with the sweet smile that I was loving seeing on her face. "I bought some stuff for you to eat."
I sighed. "You're doing too much for me."
"You don't like being treated like this?"
"I do, but you don't know me and I don't know you. Plus, I have no means of being able to pay you for all the food that you're buying me. It's embarrassing, having a woman take care of a man."
"Oh, I have a prideful man on my hands." She laughed. "Trust me, I don't want you to pay me back. Even if I asked for payment, we could work something out, I'm sure."
I rose to a sitting position as she covered my legs. "So, how was the market?"
"It was amazing. I found some nice clothes. Hairpieces, I did some shopping, by that, I did a lot of shopping. Was my uncle nice to you?"
"We didn't talk. I slept while you were away. I didn't want to bother him, so I just decided that I would go to sleep, make it easier on him."
She sighed as the room got quiet. "Did I say something wrong?"
She looked at me. "No, we thank you for being considerate. Would you like to go to the sitting room? You know, have a change of scenery?"
I looked at her. "Nah, I'm fine here. The bed is comfortable enough. This room is a little cold, though."
She looked at me, standing to her feet, walking over to the fireplace at the foot of the bed. Lighting it. "Sorry, I was worried about your condition last night. It slipped my mind to light this. I hope you didn't get too cold."
"Better late than never. I felt like a snowman last night." I teased, looking at the woman who smiled her sweet smile.
"I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to wander around in the blizzard anymore. Sorry, you had to walk to the plane."
I looked at her, shrugging my shoulders. "It's alright." I stretched, feeling muscles pop. "You know how to make a man feel right at home, in a home that isn't even in his home."
"Thank you."
"I'm sure you'd make anyone a good girlfriend. You've probably broken a lot of hearts in your lifetime." I looked at her as she looked at me.
"No, I've dated one man. He was the best thing that ever happened to me, but it ended badly. He looked at me like no man had ever looked at me before. He made me feel special."
I looked at her, feeling my heart drop. 'How can I compete with that?' I sighed. "He must have been something. So, what happened? What came between the two of you? Wasn't he the guy you thought he was?"
She looked at me. "No, he was the man that I knew he was. I was young and dumb. It was my fault that I lost him. I had hurt him, left him broken-hearted. He found someone else who loved him. I'm happy for him."
"Who was the man?"
She looked at me. "That's not important. He was my past. I've moved on, as well as he did."
"Apparently, he didn't love you. If he had moved on to someone else. You need to find someone who would love you, your too sweet to be taken advantage of." 'I would never hurt you. you're beautiful, smart, and caring.' I found the words coming into my head. "You deserve better."
She looked at me, taking in every word, my smile on her face.
"Natasha."
I looked at her. "Huh?"
"That's my name."
"Oh, nice." I looked at the bed.
"Now you can say that you know my name." I looked back at her. She was smiling.
I found a smile form on my lips as she sat down beside me on the bed, getting my hands, rubbing her thumbs on the top of them. I held her hands, looking at her. As she looked at me, I stroked her long brown hair. "You're beautiful. You know that?"
She smiled, looking at me, holding my hand that stroked her hair. She sighed, getting from the bed, unshed tears in her eyes. "I can't do this. I'm sorry."
She turned away, walking from the room, closing the doors behind her. Had I stepped out of line? Had I thought she wanted something when there was nothing? I stood to my feet, fighting the pain shooting through my body, following her. Once outside of the room, I saw her sitting in a large sectional. Looking at the ground, I rushed to her as she looked at me, rushing towards me. She wrapped her arms around me, leading me to the couch, sitting me down. My body was on fire. I panted for breath.
She looked at me with concern. "I'm sorry. I never meant to force something on you. I can understand if you don't want me here anymore, that's what I would deserve."
She looked at me. "It wasn't you, Leo. I can't play this game anymore. This isn't my home. It's yours. You are happily married; you have two daughters that love you very much. Your wife, I thought she was dead, but she's alive and well. I hurt you once. I refuse to hurt you again. My uncle is the reason you are in this position. You didn't lose your memory to a car crash. You were tortured, you were in a car crash, instructed by my uncle and a man that at one time you thought was on your side. We are forbidden to be around one another. I've wronged you, but I'm going to make it right with you and your family, as well as my sister, who is your wife. You did nothing wrong with me. It was me who thought I could make you mine, going against everything I stand for. I couldn't do it. I called your family. Your brother is on his way here. He'll be here tonight. I'm sorry, I couldn't love you, for you belong to someone else."
I looked at her. "Your uncle? Will you be safe when I leave?"
She smiled her sweet smile. "No, but it's a move I'm willing to make to see you safe and with Grace and your daughters. I do love you, always. But I came too late."
I looked at her as tears fell down her face. "Please don't worry about me. Be happy, be free. Just please, whatever happens, get my uncle. Make him pay for everything he has put so many people through. That's all I ask of you and your friends."
I looked at her. "Come with us, leave your uncle. You'll be safe."
"No, my sister hates me. I've done a lot of wrongs. I've hurt you and your family so much. This punishment is fitting for me. I don't deserve any mercy, for I never showed you that. I just want you to forgive me. Just tell me that knowing where you stand will lessen the pain of whatever I face."
I looked at her. "I forgive you. Thank you for being honest with me, Natasha. That's all I ever wanted from you. That sweet, innocent Christian girl was more than a persona. You have shown it to me, even in the end. Jarrod will pay for everything, I promise."
She looked at me with a smile. "Thank you." She stood up, looking at me. "I'll take you back to New York. Grace is going nuts on them."
I looked at her. The two of us got our shoes on, leaving the home.