An update finally! Quite a few mysteries in this chap, I must warn you... But hopefully y'all will like it :) Don't forget to vote and comment <3 Happy reading!

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Anastasia's POV

"Hey, Anya," Something wet touched my face, but everything was just plain darkness. I was in this half conscious state, and the thoughts and the memories from my brain seemed blocked. Faded. I didn't know what was going on. "Wake up,"

I blinked my eyes open, feeling a slight pain in my head once the sudden brightness hit me. I frowned, trying to adjust my vision, and finally slightly aware of my surroundings. A dark figure was over me, and a blonde hair was swaying on my other side. What was happening?

"Ash?" I heard myself mumble, before I felt a strong grip around my elbows and I was pulled to sit up. The picture before me started clearing out. I was right. It was Ash. And Kristin. "What happened?"

A glass of water was pushed in my hand, and I heard an annoyed sigh. "You fainted." The familiar deep voice rang in my ears, nearly echoing. The edge in his American accent, the coldness in his voice, it all sounded familiar. And soon the thoughts from before rushed in my head.

Bonner was the man I met in the bar. The guy I most likely slept with. Oh God..

I found myself pressing the cold glass of water against my lips, but I didn't drink. I just sat there. "You probably dehydrated." Kristin's voice brought me back to reality as I glanced at Bonner. My stomach turned. Did he know?

I found myself staring at silver eyes, and once again, every emotion that was hiding behind them was blurred. Unreadable for me. For anyone really. I couldn't tell if he was angry at me. He sure looked like he was.

He broke the staring contest by looking on the side, and before long a plate with a piece of dark cake was handed to me. I didn't take it. I just stared at it. I wasn't even sure why. When I snapped back out put of that little faze out, I shook my head, wanting to stand up, but it wasn't really possible. They were both practically over me.

"Eat." An order. Straight order. From the boss of course. It was that annoyance that kicked in. That stubbornness. I didn't want to listen to whatever he said. I wasn't hungry.

However, to avoid another word game with this guy, I took the plate. My fingers brushed against this, and I felt my heart thump against my chest, and my cheeks heated up. I may have slept with this man. With my boss. And I couldn't even remember...

I felt myself starting to panic. Nothing like this has ever happened to me. I didn't believe in panic, or stress, or nervousness. I knew how to get over it. But now... Now I felt my hands slightly shaking with just that thought of it. What if he knew? What if that's why he hired me? To sleep with me... Again?

I struggled a little as they gave me a little space. I jerked myself up, and dizziness hit my head. I didn't even remember passing out on the floor, I just knew I completed the puzzle from that night. A terribly horrifying puzzle.

I took a small bite from the cake, feeling that Ashton still had his eyes on me. "I can't eat." I put the plate down, leaning on the desk. I felt like I owed them an explanation, 'cause Kristin especially looked completely horrified. "It must be the tiredness. I really should've.. Uh, I shouldn't have stayed up that late."

Once I offered her a little smile, she still looked like she had her hands ready to catch me if I fell again. Was I that pale? Ashton on the other hand, ran his fingers through his hair, and looked back at me. "Get me my phone, Kristin." He mumbled, and the girl knew exactly what to do, without questioning. "Did you eat anything today?"

"Yea, I had a fine dinner, last night." I answered right away, not wanting to get questioned anymore. I looked at him, finally after avoiding every single eye contact, and opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out for another few seconds. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

Was that was he was expecting me to say? It didn't seem like it. Nothing on his face changed, he just took his phone that Kristin brought him, and started calling someone. "The doctor will tell us that." He mumbled, lifting the phone to his ear.

My eyes slightly widen. What did he mean by that? "No, there's really no need-"

"Hello?" He cut me off. "Yea, I'm calling for Doctor Wesley. Can you put him on?"

I took a few steps towards him, gesturing to him that there was seriously no freaking need for something like this, but he just shooed me with his hand and continued talking. "Yea, Dan, I'm coming with the girl in your office right now. I want full analysis." God, this man.. I crossed my arms over my chest, finally giving up. There was no use.

He hung up his phone, and I stared blankly at him. The fact that he was the guy from the bar made me reconsider so many things. I wouldn't have even walked into this building if I knew who he was. It was just really embarrassing and awkward, and uncomfortable... I didn't even know what to say to him.

"I'm really fine." I said clearly after a few seconds of silence.

"You're going."

"I'm not." I shook my head slightly.

"Yes, you are. Now, I suggest you start walking right now, or I will take there myself." I tried opening my mouth to protest a little more, but he looked serious when he said he would take me out himself. And I didn't need any physical contact with this man, at least not until I figure everything out.

I took my purse that was on the desk, and started walking, knowing that he was following a step behind me.

I was a grown ass woman, I could make my own decisions. But there was the shock at first, and then the look on his face, and then the order to just listen to him. A part of me was scared to lose my job, but the other part of me was rethinking the whole job thing.

It was my first damn day, for Gods sake. Why couldn't it be just normal? Of course, the bad luck was following me with every step that I took, and along with it, now so was Bonner. And every little thought about him made my stomach turn. Bad butterflies.

I had to talk to him. And the whole doctor thing was not really happening.

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Ash's POV

It had been over an hour, and I was still waiting for the results. And her.

What was supposed to happen that day was for me to fire her. To be honest with her. None of it happened. Instead, the girl fainted, and it was my responsibility to take her to get checked. She was still an employee...

Before, when I was talking to Kristin about my meeting, I heard a slight crash. I thought something had just fallen, but turned out that something was Anya. If I had left a minute earlier, Kristin wouldn't have been able to handle the situation by herself. Anya was the devil. No one could've convinced her to go. I didn't quite understand how I did it either..

I felt my stomach slightly turn. I didn't like hospitals. I hated them, in fact. And this one in Richwood brought so many memories, it was like I was reliving everything all over again.

I took a sip from my coffee. The emergency room was to my right, but I refused to look at it. Anya only had to do some tests. And the whole way there I had to keep reminding her that she was going to lose her job if she didn't listen to me.

I didn't understand the woman. She did everything to have enough to give to her sister. She did everything for someone else, yet she didn't count herself as human. She was staying in a town full of people that hated her, just so she can be close to her sister. She dealt with me, for Gods sake, just so she can have a job. Probably the only job she'll get in this town..

And I didn't have the guts to fire her. I didn't know why. It was never a problem before. Today.. Today, I could not do it. I refused to see her, so I kept myself away from her. That night kept repeating in my head, and I felt nauseous just by thinking of what I was getting myself into. Did she know? Did she know that we had met before?

"Ash," I heard a familiar voice, and snapped out of my thoughts. Dan. He was the only doctor I trusted in this town. He lead me towards his office, and sat down.

I didn't really feel like dealing with the whole, 'She's a Nelson?' situation, so I went with her new last name, White. I knew Dan would never judge, but all I wanted to know if she was fine.

He was an old friend. A good friend. He would never ask questions. That's why we were able to do all the tests analysis in an hour or so. But from the expression on his face, something told me that not everything was as good as I thought it would be.

He put on his glasses, and clasped his hands together. "A real captivating woman you've got there." He smiled, finally taking a look at the tests. I really didn't care about Dan's interests in Anya, I just wanted to know if she was all good. I wasn't even sure why exactly, but knowing her history made me curious..

"Is she all good?"

"Physically, yes." He mumbled, still going through the results and dragging out his words.

"Physically?"

"Well, Miss White seemed a little distracted today. I won't get into that, but she does have some specifics. I would connect that with her past, or whatever the girl has been through."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

"She has a scar on the side of her right leg, right above her knee. Pretty deep, like she had been cut with something really sharp."

I leaned back on the chair. Some things added up.. Some things that Ivanov told me. But I kept it going like I knew nothing. "We were all kids once, Dan, we all have scars."

"I know that. But that's not the point." He sighed for a second, leaning his elbows on the desk. "She has another scar, right here, behind her left ear. It looks to me like it's a scar from a bullet. A scratch. You know, when you're lucky enough to only get your skin burned, and not actually shot."

Things definitely added up. Dan didn't know that, but she was a Nelson. And her father didn't exactly have an easy time getting away with all the dirty things he plotted. Neither did his family "What are you saying?" I heard myself ask.

"Nothing. I'm just saying that not everyone has a bullet scar. Do you know the girl well?"

"She's been working for me for a while." Once again, I lied. I was protecting someone I didn't even know, and I wasn't sure why. But knowing what life could offer, I didn't exactly judge Anastasia. "Why? What's your assumption?"

"Well, sometimes, if the bullet scratches deep enough, it can leave some consequences. Losing memory, for example. Though, Anastasia doesn't seem effected in any way." He looked down for a second, putting away his glasses. "There just can be... A lot of mystery hiding behind scars like that."

A small chuckle escaped my lips. "Are you saying that I should be careful? Around Anya?" I couldn't find it believable that a girl like her was able to do something even similar to what he father did. Yes, she was a spit-fire, and really unpredictable at times.

"You never, know Ash. Looks can be quite the mind-players." He smiled. "But she's fine. Physically, mentally.. Just as a good friend, I had the need to tell you."

I looked at him. He was really thinking about it too. Like everyone else that saw me. They showed pity. they told me to be careful. They didn't want me hurt... What the fuck was the deal with that? I was doing fine by myself.

I clenched my teeth for a second. It really did annoy me. But instead, I just nodded my head. "Thank you."

We exchanged a few more words, but there wasn't really anything I had to say to him. To anyone really. Being asked, 'how I was doing', all the time, and how I was handling myself... It was crossing all the limits. I didn't want that. The only person who seemed to skip those questions, was Anya. But then again, maybe it was because she didn't know anything about me, just as I didn't know anything about her either.

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Anya's POV

I walked out of the nurses office after signing about 10 papers. I was so sick of this hospital already. I never liked them. Who did, really?

There was just this urge in me, to yell at someone. I felt stupid. I felt so stupid for not realizing it sooner. And I had been holding it in for a few hours now. I didn't like it. I didn't like the feeling of not knowing, and I knew very little about that night.

But then, he insisted on me going to a doctor, because I fainted. People could panic so much, but even thought I was so certain I would convince him not to take me, I still said 'fine'. I was too shocked and confused in that moment to think straight. I wanted to get it over with, and get away from him for at least a while.

Well, mission success. I got away from him, and guess what. I finally came to my clear mind, and realized that I had to talk to him. I mean, I could be wrong. I couldn't work for him if he was really the guy I thought he was, though. Thing were drastically going to change. It was my first day of work, and luck was doing a really great job so far. Not.

I walked out, and saw Bonner right there, also walking out of the doctor's office. Well, it felt like the right time. "All done?" I heard him ask, but I just nodded my head. I was in that state where I was more concentrated on my thoughts, on my inner voices than on my surroundings.

I was too busy figuring out how to say something when I realized we were already on the parking lot. I walked in the car, and the 'gentleman' over here, didn't even offer to open the doors for me. Though, I was used to it. Wasn't really expecting it anyway. It was Bonner, for Lords's sake.

I leaned on the seat, and a deep breath escaped me. By the time he was in the car, we were both sitting in silence for a few seconds. How was I even supposed to start this? 'Hey, Sir, excuse me, I know you're my boss and everything, but by any chance, were you really drunk around this time last week and sleep with me?'

However, my self conscious won. I could not really keep it in anymore. "Was it you?" I found myself whisper.

His confusion hit faster than I thought it would. "What?"

"Last week, at the club..." I stopped for a second, not having the courage to look at him. "Was it you?"

I was staring down at my hands, and I heard nothing. Second, two.. Nearly a minute passed, and the silence was still dominating the air around us. That, and a sudden tension.

"When did you remember?" It was something different I heard. Almost like someone else. His voice was cold and deep as always, but I heard something in it that freaked me out even more.

I found myself covering my face with my hands, feeling the heat that was boiling up in my blood hit my cheeks. "God, it was you..." My breath was cutting my voice slightly, and I had never felt more embarrassed in my life. This was just too much. I slowly put my hands away, and looked at him. He was resting his hands on the wheel, and leaning on his seat. Once again, he showed nothing on that damn emotionless face of his. "Did, uh.. Did we,-"

"No." His sharp tone nearly cut me off, and he finally looked at me. "I would've never hired you."

Like a stone was lifted from my chest, I released a sharp breath. "So, I am still hired?"

He started the car, and looked in front of him. "Temporarily, yes."

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Heyy you guyss! Long time no see, huh? I haven't forgotten about watty, no worries, just quite busy lately... But the updates should be more frequent from now on.. I hope :) Hope you enjoyed! Please vote, share, and of course, comment! Kisses, :*