All of my memories were very hazy. Nothing was meaningful as it was anymore and everything was confusing.

" So... Would you like to go home, Adelyn? Your family is insanely worried." I nodded. I grabbed the scrunchy and tied my hair back. I felt very unusual and a little different than before.

" Goodbye." He murmured. I was going unconscious, which annoyed me.
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The house I woke up in was somewhere deep in my memory that I couldn't reach. I knew this house. I felt... Comfort here. The couch... The tan walls... The art and the rug... I knew they were mine. I felt detached from everything, in contrast. Nothing was what it seemed or what it was supposed to be.

Maybe I was mistaken. I couldn't empty my mind of the cooing of a sweet baby. Maybe...? I looked around several times. I caught myself in a mirror, before moving to the kitchen. One warm chocolate eye and another that was violet. It didn't phase me. Was I always like this? I was completely disoriented. Things drew back memories and memories were almost painful.

I saw motion in the kitchen. I quickly hid. The closet I hid in quickly opened and- my heart stopped. He was drop dead gorgeous. I couldn't help but blatantly admire his healthy physique and his gorgeous face. I stepped out and he stepped back, staring at me.

" A- Adelyn..." He whispered. Even that name was quite familiar. As familiar as he was, I didn't know what he would do. He extended his arms o me. I hugged him and flashes of painful memories hit me. I was intimately underneath him! I saw us, in love. Together, holding a round blanket, crying. I remembered a pitch black room and feeling drained. It was all so overwhelming. I released his hug, slowly backing away from him.

" Adelyn?"

" I... I don't remember her. I'm sorry. Maybe I have the wrong-" Everything became a hazy blur as I fell backward. I landed hard in... The grass? There were patches of grass in the stone pathways of the grand square. It was bustling with people and shops. Few monsters lingered. Wow. Everything was kind of confusing. I got up and walked around. It felt like a horrible tide. It kept pulling me under every time I remembered some piece of information.

I walked but hit a fog and stood in front of an estate. It was grand. Gargoyles... Well, demons, stairs that came around so you could walk up to the balconies. The home was hazier for a moment. I growled ferociously. I was tired of almost always passing out. I lie in my bed. I knew this was my bed. I sighed and comforted myself. I slowly got up and took off my clothes piece by piece. I walked into the bathroom and flung the door behind me. I stepped into the tub of water hot enough to burn any actual human. I lie back, relaxed and soothed by the steamy water.
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I was clueless. The moonlight streamed through my translucent curtains and hit my face like a cool, distant caress. Sleepless nights were the norm and I was growing more and more discomforted by the day. Hugging my arms to my shoulders, I felt like an imposter in a gorgeous body, that wasn't mine. My hands moved down my body without my help and felt every curve of this body.

Imposter, do you even know who you were before?

It angered me so badly, the mirror in the closed bathroom cracked.  I moaned sadly, restless and struggling to keep a lid on my feelings

Adelyn and I didn't even feel right. Adelyn doesn't resonate in me like a name would. Adelyn sounds like the name of a rich woman in hell. I didn't feel like her. Everytime Aiden saw me, he always called me that name. It made me feel like a hollow shell. Everytime Aiden touched me, I got more painful memories that drained me of my energy.

My deeper affection for him was probably superficial, but I couldn't shake that there was a possibility we could have been a thing before my memory went wonky. I didn't think I was Adelyn, but being under him sounded like a dream in its self.

A knock at my door disturbed my thoughts.

" Adelyn, it's me." His voice was vaguely familiar. I opened the door. I recognized him... But I didn't exactly know him. He was in one of my memories. He was surprised. I blinked twice at him. I wailed when he hugged me warmly. The memories felt like they were burning through me. I clawed him off of me. Dad. He was my dad. He looked a little taken aback. His brown hair and eyes flickered painfully in my mind. I was sure he was my father.

He closed his eyes after examining me for a moment. " When is your sister's birthday?" He asked slowly. I didn't know. I didn't even know I had a sister...

" Uhhh... August?" He looked at me, sorrowful.

" Your sister's birthday was a week ago. It is March and she was born in February. You were born in February, and you were born before your sister." He stated, clearly. I felt the pressure on my head, building.

" I... I " I looked at him, pleading " I don't remember anything."

" Figured. Come, sit with me." He sat on my bed. I was afraid of the memories.  I sat across my dad's lap. He wrapped his arms around me, almost cradling me. I didn't feel the burning pain of his memories.

" Is there anything? You need help remembering?"

" Aiden? And who is Adelyn? Or Carter..."

He sighed heavily " Aiden is the man you were going to marry. You birthed a healthy boy named Liam by him. You were pregnant with another child by him also and you loved them both  a lot. As for Adelyn... I gave you the name Madelyn. I called you Maddie. You called yourself Addie instead. Do you remember your mom? Or your uncles?"
I shook my head. He moved my hair out of my eyes and tucked those strands behind my ear. " Your mother had long dark hair and violet eyes that could pierce through your soul." He chuckled. The pressure was there, but there was no pain. " She loved you and your sister insanely. Her older brother's name is Carter and her younger brother's name is Daniel..."
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I stayed up for hours listening, not once stopping him. He didn't really break and filled me in on most things about my life. The pressure was building but I was never in any pain. All the while he never let me go and I appreciated his... Than it dawned on me that I didn't even know what to call it. Was it respect? Or... Fatherliness? It could have been his patience... It made me want to hug him to me and never let go.

" Daddy... What were we like?" I asked curiously. His expressiion dropped. Maybe he didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to push if he wouldn't tell me.

He sighed deeply " I adored you when you were young. I felt pride that I'd been given the responsibility to guard someone so precious. Your mother and I promised you to a ball... And you found out the hard way how hell sucks you in and... Spits you right back out."

" I'm not sure what exactly happened after that but,... You stopped living with us and spending time with your sister and the rest of our family were very worried about you."

" Now, I don't want you to feel ashamed of yourself in anyway but... You went missing. Your mother and I tried to track you. We found out that you had been held hostage to lure out your fiancé. " I could see him biting his lip, and his brows drew together. He must have felt like it was his fault. " We found your previous body. You were beaten... Raped.... Mutilated and scarred. You were pregnant but he consumed the essence of you and your unborn baby only after weeks of torture." He blamed himself for everything. He blamed himself for not protecting me. And most of all, I could see that he blamed himself for being a horrible father to me.

I closed my eyes and pulled him closer to me. Something behind my window caught my eye, than disappeared.
" It's like... As time passed... I knew you less and less until I felt like I didn't know you anymore. I thought I lost you." He mumbled, staring blankly elsewhere.

" I promise to spend more time with you guys. Deal, pop?" He chuckled at my use of it, but agreed.

" There's a room just across the hall. You can sleep in if you want." He thanked me and kissed me goodnight. He knew neither of us could rest, but for our own sake's to leave things alone until the morning.

His words ricocheted around my skull. About how I was used but also that my family loved me, even when I thought I didn't. I ran away from them.

But... There were so many missing gaps.  What was it between Aiden and I that I had simply run away on a whim? And I had a son. I wondered what he would look like now and where he lived. I sighed deeply and pulled my knees to my chest. Everything was so wrong. Nothing was how It was supposed to be. The night only got darker before dawn.