Emmalyn's P.O.V

I stare at the figure that is standing in my lounge room. I can see him staring at me with a slight smile on his face. I look at him with the hatred pouring out of my eyes. I still keep the baseball bat in my hands though I lower them a little bit. I keep looking at the figure in front of me, but I can't quite place where I have seen him before.

I see him walk towards me but I back away from him.  I stopped backing away from him after a few seconds but he gets closer to me. I looked up at him considering the fact that he is a few inches taller the me. He stands in front if me, his smile slowly disappearing from his face. I see his eyes searching my eyes, probably trying to find some sign that I remember him.

"A baseball bat, you always grab the first thing that you see," His voice said, it was a slightly deep and rough voice. He looked down at the baseball bat that I had propped up against the wall. He talked as if he knew me or something and that both intrigued me and annoyed me. I was wondering how he knew me and if he knew me before I had lost my memory.

"You talk as if you know me or something," I say to him, my rough and slightly quiet voice said to him. I saw him smile at me, I could see the sunlight that was pouring into the room and onto his face, showing a slight smile, blue eyes and black hair. He moves his right hand up to touch my forehead slightly, softly pushing my long, curly brown hair out of my face.

"Oh but I do know you," He says to me

"What's your name?" I asked him, I looked at him, my blue eyes turning an even more piercing blue.

"My name is Roman, Roman Forrester, you don't have to tell me your name because I already know it," He says to me with his smile showing off his white teeth. I look at him with an uncertain look clearly written on my face. He looked down at the side of my forehead and saw that slight bit of a scar there.

"Nice scar," He says to me. He brushes his hand over it softly, barely even touching it at all.

I grab Roman's hand and push it away from the scar on my forehead, he looks at me with an astonished look, he looked surprised at the fact that I had just grabbed his arm pushed it away from me, he had obviously had no one ever do that do him. Guess he didn't know that I was tough in that way. I felt him staring at me again, I wasn't looking at him.

I kept my gaze focused on the ground, never once looking up as he examined my scars.