Present Day.

Olivia's POV.

"...And then he kisses the life out of me, I'm like ready to rip his clothes off at this point but guess what happens next?" I ask Myra and Izzy as I pace back and forth in front of the couch they are seated on.

"What?" They question at the same time.

"He lets me go and steps away from me." I tell them the events of my night.

"What the fuck?" Izzy laughs.

"No way." Exclaims Myra.

"I know, right? I'm like bro, what's your problem? And then he says goodnight and leaves just like that." I explain with my hands.

"Did you at least make use of your vibrater after that traumatic experience?" Myra rests her head on Izzy's shoulder.

"And fantasize about him while I'm at it? No way in hell, he's officially dead to me." I declare in a dramatic tone.

"Yeah, so, that's gonna be a little hard." Myra bites her teeth.

"No, it's not." I shake my head, still pacing.

"Nah, I mean, I invited him over for lunch, he said he'd... show." She whispers the last part.

"Fuck me." I start walking towards my room.

"Are you planning on hiding in your room all day?!" Izzy shouts behind me.

"No! I'm going out!" I shout back.

I enter my room and shut the door with a loud bang. God, I feel like one of those angry teenagers in every TV show, those people are cringe as fuck, I don't wanna act like them.

And I definitely don't wanna be here when he gets here.

With that, I change into a pair of jeans, a black hoodie and my dirty Converse shoes.

I grab my phone from my bed and I storm out of my room.

"Later, bitches." I say to Myra and Izzy as I rush to the front door.

I swing the door open, Jace also opens his door and halts in the doorway.

We both pause, staring at each other.

He's wearing a black T-shirt, small silver chain around his neck, black shorts and sneakers. This guy is never not going to be hot. My mind can't help but take me back to last night, to how he kissed me possessively with so much hunger and need and made me feel like..... Like...

"Ugh!" I groan, slamming the door shut and trying to walk away from whatever is happening right now.

"Liv." He's quick to grab my arm.

"Don't." I wreck my arm out of his hold, walking faster down the hall.

The elevator is still not working so I take the stairs, which is a good thing, I need that rush in my blood and the heart race in my chest.

I make it out of the building and glance at the dark clouds above me, it's gonna rain cats and dogs soon.

There's a bar around the corner, for someone who can't remember half her life because of alcohol, day drinking shouldn't even be my thing but it's my thing.

I enter the bar and there's barely anyone here, just two guys playing pool, three guys drinking at the counter and another lonely looking lady seated by the window, drinking from a liquor bottle.

Great, we can all be lonely together.

I take a seat on the tall wooden stool next to a guy who's wearing a cap and a pair of sunglasses like he's hiding from the FBI.

I order myself a beer and I open my Twitter while I drink it.

"Olivia?" Asks the criminal beside me, my eyes roll in his direction, freaked out by the whole thing.

"Who are you?" I ache my eyebrows at him.

"It's me, Tristan." He takes off his sunglasses, his gray eyes searching mine.

"I'm sorry, I don't know any Trist-" I cut myself off, remembering that I did infact hear about a guy called Tristan.

The one that skipped town right after my accident.

"Tristan." I point at him like I just remembered exactly who he is but I really have no fucking clue who he is.

"Yeah, Tristan." He takes off his hat and rakes his dark hair, "I see you haven't gotten your memory back." He says.

"No." I try not to jump into all the questions.

"Sorry to hear that." He sips his beer, eyes darting to my body, totally checking me out. "I love the hair." He points to my head.

Fuck it, I'm gonna jump into all the questions.

"Did we ever date? Or fuck?" I ask the important question, the guy in the checkered shirt sitting three steps behind him chokes on his drink and beats his chest with his fist.

Fucking eavesdropper.

"Yeah, we did date." He laughs a little, "And fuck." He adds playfully.

Yeah, well, he's cute so no regrets there.

"Oh." I nod in understanding, "How did we break up? Why did we break up? And most importantly, who's Ryder and what was my relationship with him?" I ask at the same time.

"He really didn't show, huh?" He smirks, taking another sip.

"Who?" I ask.

"Ryder." His jaw ticks and his face turns cold.

"What do you mean?" I release an awkward laugh.

"I mean after the accident, he didn't show his face or visit you?" He questions.

"No, not that I know of." I tip my head to the side, he shakes his head, looking down at his beer and heaving a sigh.

"So it's true what they say, people do really come and go, even the ones we love the most." He faces me, I just shrug cause I have no fucking idea what he's on about.

"You know, I spent the last years blaming myself for what happened to you that night, I thought, maybe if I had been with you then it wouldn't have went down like that and you wouldn't have gotten in that car wasted." He says.

My heart jumps out of my chest cause he just literally admitted to knowing what happened on the night of my accident.

"Went down like what? What went down? What happened?" I ask anxiously.

He looks me in the eye, contemplating, studying me for a beat.

"Ryder happened." He finally speaks.

"Did he-" I swallow, my throat closing up, "What did he do to me?" I ask, fear crawling up the back of my neck.

"Well that's the thing, Olivia, I don't know what he did to you," he responds, "No one does." He clarifies.

I don't know why but that response calms me down, it relieves me.

"What makes you think he did something to me?" I question, he chuckles.

"Because he wouldn't have abandoned you like that, the guy was a complete dick but he cared about you, I saw it on his stupid face every time, but then the accident happened and he disappeared, whatever he did to you at that party must have really been unbearable." He chugs his beer.

"Where's he now?" I ask.

"I did use the word disappeared, didn't I?" He shows me a fake smile.

"Yeah but someone must know where he is." I point out.

"You think you're gonna find him? He's real name isn't even Ryder and you think you can find him?" He laughs at me, probably calling me dumb in his head.

"Well, what's his name?" I rest my elbow on the counter, giving him my full attention.

His eyes narrow at my face and he releases a scoff.

"You don't get it, do you?" He questions.

"What don't I get?" I respond with a confused look.

"That you're better off drinking cheap beer than finding him?" He tells me, matter of fact.

"Excuse me?" I'm taken back by his words.

"Oh, come on, Olivia, you know I'm right, it's been three years, part of you doesn't want to remember because you know the truth is gonna suck." He says, I blink at him in disbelief.

I literally don't know this guy, I mean I do but I don't and he's being more mean to me than my inner voice has ever.

"Just tell me his name, maybe he won't be such an asshole." I roll my eyes.

He laughs, a serious hysterical laughter.

"Oh how I would love to agree with you." He mutters, "I wasn't always like this though, I used to be very naive and sweet but sweet and naive doesn't get you anywhere, you taught me that." He points his finger at me, a smirk playing on his lips.

I can't believe I dated this douchebag.

"How did we break up again?" I ask curiously.

"Ask the other guy.... Ryder? Yeah, he has a whole lot of baggage to unload." He slides off the stool and picks up his cap and sunglasses from the counter, tossing money on it afterwards, "That's if you'll find him." He winks at me before walking towards the bar exit.

What a dick.

"Exes, am I right?" Says the checkered shirt guy, I just turn away from him.

Yet again, I've come to question my past and yet again, I've found no answers.

Tristan is an asshole but he says Ryder is the bigger asshole.

What if I've been looking at this all wrong, what if I did walk in on someone riding my boyfriend's dick? It would explain the dream I'm always having about that night and the details.

Necklace? Heartbreak song? Crying? Drinking? Screaming?

I don't know how I'm gonna do it without a name but I'm going to find this Ryder character, he's the only person who can answer all my questions.