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Who am I?
Part 2
I briefly saw a look of anger cross Jack's face. The first time he'd
really showed any emotion other than sadness.
"That's not funny Mrs Winchester," he said, standing up and taking the
supportive hand from my shoulder.
"I know it's not," I said. "I'm not trying to upset you and I don't
understand it. How can I possibly remember this photo being taken?"
"You don't. You are either mistaken or... just cruel," he said, turning
to head towards the door.
"Jack wait!" I called, standing and walking after him. I was so confused.
I knew it wasn't possible but something inside me, something that was
buried deep, was telling me I really was Tommy. Or I had been Tommy at
least. Jack didn't stop.
"Who was the girl?"
"What girl?" he asked, turning. I could see his eyes were filling with
tears. Clearly, he had never gotten over whatever happened to his
brother.
"The red head who took the picture," I said softly "I saw her. In the
memory."
I thought Jack was going to collapse at that point. His legs seem to
weaken, and he staggered a little over to the couch, sitting on the arm.
"How could you possibly know who took the picture? Did Mike find out I
was coming and put you up to this?" he said.
I shook my head. "I told you he's never mentioned his past to me."
"He must have. It's the only thing that makes sense. Do you know how hard
its been for me? I was only ten years old when Tommy vanished. He was my
hero. I'll never get over it! And my parents...what it did to them to
lose their child like that. To never know..." He paused for a moment to
collect himself. "I don't expect you to understand that kind of loss Mrs
Winchester"
"You think I don't know what it's like to lose something? I lost
everything!"
"What does that mean?"
I sat on the far side of the couch and we talked. I told him about my
amnesia. That I had no memories before being in that hospital a decade
ago. I explained that I had no idea if I had any family out there. If I
did, they didn't come looking for me or report me missing.
As we talked, we discovered the timeline of when his brother was last
seen lined up with when I appeared outside the hospital with no memories.
There were only days between them.
Neither of us could accept it of course. The whole thing just sounded
crazy.
"So somehow Tommy turned into a woman who is shorter and less muscular
than he was. Who is also a brunette when he was blonde? A woman who is
now also married to Tommy's former best friend," Jack said. As he
repeated it back, I laughed. I couldn't help it! After a moment he did
too.
"I'm sorry Jack. I have issues clearly. It must just be a trick of my
messed up memory or something."
"But how did you know about Liz?" he said.
"Liz...the redhead," I whispered. My head began to ache again. I didn't
get a memory this time. Instead, I felt a deep love. A love that was
stronger than the one I felt for my husband which I never thought
possible. "She was Tommy's first love," I said, looking up to see a
shocked expression on Jack's face.
"Yes. How...can you tell me anything else about her?"
I thought hard, pushing away the pain in my head. "He met her...when your
parents hired her to babysit for you. They were together for...years," I
said through the pain. A memory did form now. As Tommy I saw myself
complaining to my parents, with a younger Jack stood beside me. I was
annoyed. I felt that frustration. I was telling them we didn't need a
babysitter. I could look after Jack.
They said I needed to focus on my schoolwork and not sit up all night
playing videogames with my brother. He and I looked at each other and
smiled, the sibling bond I'd never had hitting me hard. Our parents
explained that they'd hired someone who'd just moved into the area. The
daughter of the family, who was about my age.
The memory skipped forward in time a few hours; my parents were about to
leave for the night when she arrived. That was the moment the girl of my
dreams walked into my life. She was beautiful. A smile that nearly
knocked me off my feet. Long, messy red hair framing her cute face.
Then I snapped out of it and the pain faded. I looked up and saw Jack
standing over me. It seemed I'd fallen off the couch! He helped me up and
I explained what happened. I now had two memories where I was Tommy. The
only two memories of my life before the hospital. I told Jack everything
I'd seen.
"This can't be true. It's just not possible," Jack said. He paced the
floor and brushed his scruffy blonde hair back "That memory you described
did happen and you described the house we lived in and what our parents
looked like back then. Look I'm going to be in town a few days. I'm
staying at the Cloverfield Motel outside town, do you know it?"
I nodded. It wasn't a nice place! Clearly Jack wasn't spending much money
on this trip. He had mentioned he was getting married, so it made sense.
"Talk to your husband maybe? If he has any answers then please let me
know. I don't understand what's going on here but...I just want my
brother back."
I promised to call and showed him out. As he was about to get into his
car, I asked him one last thing.
"Hey, what happened to the girl? To Liz? Is she still living in your
hometown?"
"No, she died. There was an accident. That was a few weeks before Tommy
vanished."
I felt sick. No memory came this time, but I felt a powerful wave of
grief pass through me. I watched his car pull away and close the door,
wiping a tear from the corner of my eye. Was he really my younger
brother? Did I really used to be a man? I knew I'd have to talk to Mike
when he got home. The prospect wasn't a pleasant one. He wouldn't want to
get into his past.
I looked at the time and gasped. He would be home soon! I must have
talked to Jack for hours without even knowing it! I started to panic. I
hadn't started dinner. I hadn't finished cleaning! Mike would never yell
at me, but he always loved when I'd done my chores and was ready for him
to come home.
I decided to save myself some effort and got out my phone. I quickly
ordered his favourite takeaway meal which would hopefully arrive not long
after he got home. Then I headed up the stairs, I'd never greet him just
wearing the cut off jean shorts and casual top! Fixing my hair so it was
tied back didn't take long, nor did touching up my make up. Then I
slipped on a dress I knew he liked. It was tight, black and short. If I
knew my husband, I wouldn't be wearing it long!
I stared at myself in the mirror for a moment. I saw myself as I usually
did. A stunning young woman. My figure enhanced by the tightness of the
dress as the fabric clung to me. I turned a little, seeing how the bra
I'd picked helped push my large breasts up. For a moment I didn't feel
comfortable. There was a disconnect between what I looked like and how I
felt. My body felt wrong.
"I must be losing my mind," I said, trying to smile. Mike had told me to
do that whenever I felt sad or had questions about my past. Put a smile
on your face and eventually the rest of you will catch up and feel
better. Tonight it didn't seem to be working.
It was dark outside now and I soon saw the lights of his car pulling into
the drive. I put on some heels and hurried down the stairs, opening the
door just as he reached out to open it!
"Hey you," he said with a smile. He looked exhausted.
"Hey you," I replied, taking his briefcase and some files he was
carrying. I placed them on the table and kissed him. I felt my body press
against his, a warm feeling spreading through me. God I loved him.
"So, you look amazing as always," he said, running his hands over my back
to settle on my hips. "What's for dinner?"
"Takeout," I said, nuzzling against his chest. I never felt safer than
when I was here with him.
"Awesome. Listen Lucy, I'm sorry but I'll have to work tonight. This case
is kicking my ass and I don't have time during the day to sort out all
the paperwork. I'm really stressed." He walked over to the files and
began to select a few.
And just like that I decided not to talk to him about Jack or Tommy
tonight. I could never bring myself to upset him. He worked so hard for
me. For us. Perhaps I'd leave it to the weekend.
"What the hell..." he said. I turned to see what was wrong. He was
holding the photo. Jack must have left it.
"This is me and....." Mike didn't say the other names but turned to look
at me.
"Lucy where did you get this?" he asked, actually sounding annoyed. I'd
never really heard him angry before, or at least not with me. I really
gave him no reason to get mad!
"Oh. I was going to mention it," I said, stammering a little.
"Mention what?" Mike asked, moving towards me with a scowl on his face. I
took a step back. He suddenly seemed so intimidating.
"Nothing, it's just an old friend of yours came looking for you today.
Jack. He said you and his brother Tommy were best friends when you were
kids."
Mike's eyes went wide. "Fuck. What else did he tell you?"
"He just said his brother disappeared ten years ago and he wanted to know
if you had heard from him. He's getting married and wants Tommy to be his
best man"
"And that's all? Tell me the truth," he snapped as he grabbed my upper
arm and held it tightly.
"I am telling you the truth. Mike you are hurting me!" I said, squirming
in his grip. He expression changed from anger to shock as he looked at
where he was holding my arm.
"Sorry," he said, letting go, "I'm sorry Lucy. I shouldn't have done that.
I'd never hurt you. It's just there are things about my past, about Jack
and his brother that I can't talk about."
"Because you lost your best friend?" I said softly, being careful not to
annoy him again.
"Yes, something like that."
We stood in silence for a few moments until he finally sighed. "Look I'm
going to my office, just leave me some food out when it arrives ok? I
don't want to be disturbed."
I watched him walk away without a hug or kiss. He didn't tell me he loved
me. I stood alone in the home we'd made together. It was hard for me to
accept but I knew there was something more going on here. I couldn't
explain the memory of being Tommy or how I knew about his girlfriend. I
also couldn't shake the feeling that my husband, the man I loved and
trusted more than anyone, was keeping something from me.
The question was, what was I going to do about it?
To be continued...
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