The Unforgettable Relationship: Book 2

by Bailey Ziehmer

Overview

Just when you thought the story was over, a new beginning starts. Bailey doesn’t remember Damon or anything about the supernatural life. Damon is going completely crazy without her, slipping back into his monstrous ways again. But that doesn’t stop them both from moving on with their lives.

When Bailey doesn’t remember Damon, it kills him, so he brings back her memories but leaves a few things out. With secrets coming out and death coming to the town of Williams, Bailey has no choice but to fight once again—this time, not just for her life but for love and her emotions. With new and old enemies entering Damon and Bailey’s lives, they must turn to each other for safety and for sanity. Follow the unforgettable relationship between Bailey and Damon in the second book of The Unforgettable Series.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781524652005
Publisher:	AuthorHouse
Publication date:	11/21/2016
Pages:	236
Product dimensions:	6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.54(d)

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The Unforgettable Relationship

Book 2

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By Bailey Ziehmer

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2016 Bailey Ziehmer
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-5246-5200-5

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CHAPTER 1

Damon

The stars shined brightly. My eyes wandered to Bailey's, and I watched her watch the moon above us.

"You look beautiful," I said. She tore her eyes from the moon to look at me.

A blush appeared on her face as she looked down at her legs, which hung over the roof of the house, as did mine.

When she looked up at me again, I leaned in and kissed her. Instantly she kissed me back. "I love you," I whispered to her.

"I love you too."

Her voice echoed in my mind as the dream slowly faded away.

I sat up quickly, my mind racing as I tried to remember what was reality and what was dream.

My heart stopped racing as I looked in the mirror. I ran my hand through my wet hair and looked at my feet. This was how my life was right now. Almost every night, I was having these dreams, or nightmares, about Bailey. I hadn't decided which they were yet.

The shower warmed my body and reminded me what it felt like to feel some kind of emotion again.

I threw on some dark jeans and a short-sleeved gray shirt. I grabbed my jacket as I walked down the stairs. It didn't take long to pour a shot of bourbon and down it. I checked the time and quickly slipped on my jacket.

Fifteen minutes. That was how long I had.

I got in my car and drove down the road. I stopped and scanned the familiar white house. I listened closely.

Through her bedroom window, I could see Bailey rushing to get ready for school. She grabbed her backpack and threw it over her shoulder before she raced down the stairs. Her front door opened, and she appeared, locking the door behind her.

I watched as she walked to her car. She wore a blue shirt with a cover-up over it, jeans, and black shoes. Her curly hair was parted to the side. She looked like she did a year ago, but more grown up.

When she drove by, I looked away so she wouldn't see me. My eyes moved to continue watching her in my rearview mirror. Then I drove off.

I parked my car in the parking lot of the school, got out, and leaned against the front of it. I scanned the groups of kids for Bailey. My ears perked up and my brain chimed in when I heard her beautiful voice.

I turned my head to the left to see Bailey walk up to Lisa, a girl with dark hair and dark skin. Bailey dug through her bag as she made her way up to her.

"Hey, sorry. My alarm woke me up late."

"You know you don't even have to be here, right?" Lisa said. "I get that you want to get extra credits and everything, but you could get away from this hellhole and actually find someone."

Bailey rolled her eyes. "Maybe someday. But I want to be here. If I'm not here, then I'm just at home doing nothing."

"Okay, okay, good point," Lisa said with a nod.

Bailey pulled out her phone and glanced around, watching as everyone piled into the building. Before I knew it, her eyes stopped on mine. She looked confused. She was probably wondering who I was and why I was watching her.

Lisa waved her hand in front of Bailey's face. "Hello, Bailey."

Bailey shook her head and turned to look at her. "Sorry. Let's head in."

I looked away as she headed inside, like nothing had ever happened. In her mind, nothing had happened. She couldn't remember me. I knew, because I was the one who had done it. But that didn't make it hurt any less.

I wasn't recognizable to her; no one she once knew was. It affected everyone but me. I was perfectly fine. For all anybody knew, I was perfectly fine and happy.

When Steven called me a liar, I'd simply say, "If I wasn't, then I wouldn't have compelled her to forget."

Suddenly Erica walked up to me, drawing me from my thoughts. I smirked as I turned to her. "Well, if it isn't vampire girl."

"Damon," Erica said with a mad sigh.

"Yes, Erica," I said as I put my sunglasses on. I turned around and opened my car door.

Erica's hand on the door stopped me. "How long are you planning on keeping this up?"

"Keeping what up?" I asked with a smirk as I got in the car.

Erica sighed and took a step toward the car, opening her mouth to talk. But she was cut short when I rolled my window up.

With that, I drove away.

Erica has put up with a lot from me this past year: I've been getting drunk almost every day, killing random people on the street, trying to kill myself. Granted, that happened only one time, but she still made sure everyone kept their eyes on me to make sure I didn't do anything stupid again.

After that, I made everyone think I was fine. Of course, Erica being Erica, she still thought something was wrong with me and had now convinced herself that my emotions were off.

Trust me, Erica: they're not.

I wondered if I should get drunk again today or be the good little boy everyone wanted me to be and just go home. The thought of getting drunk seemed to dull the pain a little, but not enough.

Getting drunk again it is!

Seriously ? Again? Why don't you just go home? a familiar voice said in my head. The same voice I'd been hearing for almost nine months now: Bailey's.

With a sigh, I turned around and headed back to my house. When Bailey's voice entered my head, I usually ignored it just so I could hear her voice talking to me again. But today I listened to it and went home.

After parking my car, I got out. The sun was high in the sky, but I could tell it was just waiting to go back down again. It reminded me of what Bailey had once said to me. "I wonder if the sun likes to set because every time it does, it gets to see someone it loves!"

Those were the kinds of talks I liked. They gave me a hint of what went on in her beautiful mind. I couldn't help but smile as I walked inside, but it soon left when I saw Erica and Steven talking.

"Great," I whispered, causing them to stand up and look at me.

Erica was the first to speak up. "Damon, I know that you want to look after Bailey, but you're putting yourself through hell by watching her every day!" Annoyed with everyone telling me over and over what I shouldn't be doing, I said, "You know, Erica, I've been through a lot in my life. The way I deal with things is how I get through things, and if you have a problem with it, then you can leave."

Anger increased with every word. Steven and Erica just stared at me like I was a lost puppy. A couple of years ago, I would have slapped that look off their faces. Okay, maybe not literally, but I'd definitely push them around just to prove a point.

"Damon," Steven said, but I turned and went upstairs, stopped him from saying anything else.

I looked around my empty bedroom, and it made me wish I was drunk again.

I didn't even know I was crying until I felt a single tear roll down my cheek. I hated to cry, which made me even angrier. I had to get some of this anger out. Without thinking, I threw my arms around, knocking over the lamp next to me. It shattered, and the room grew darker.

With another swing, the books and papers on my desk flew to the ground. Some books fell apart, and some papers ripped.

The desk was the next to go. It flipped over and landed against the wall, creating a hole. The wood cracking sounded like the cracking of my heart.

Throwing my fist around, not knowing or caring what I was hitting, I smashed the mirror that sat on my dresser. The glass cracked, and a few pieces fell on the dresser. My hand ached; I could smell the blood as it oozed out.

I stared at myself in the broken mirror. Words ran through my mind as my chest huffed up and down. I love you, Bailey. And every waking moment, I tell myself that. I used to do it because I wanted to prove to myself that I could love someone again. But then it got easier, to the point that I wasn't saying it to convince myself. I was saying it to remind myself. To remind myself how precious love is and how easily you can lose it. But I guess when you love something —

"You have to be prepared to lose it," I said out loud, but it came out a whisper.

My reflection in a mirror might look the same, but I wasn't. I still couldn't believe that I had actually made her forget it all, but it was something I had to do to keep her safe.

"Damon," Erica said in a soft, cautious voice. I turned to see her standing in the doorway of my room. Her eyes darted to the messy floor, to the mirror, and then to my hand, now healed, with dried blood on it.

Silence filled the space between us as I stared at Erica. I wasn't actually staring at her; I was starring past her.

"I'm going for a walk," I said, stepping over the papers and broken lamp.

Knowing what I was thinking, Erica grabbed my arm and made me look at her. "Damon, don't!" she said in a stern voice. She was getting tired of this game that everyone seemed to be playing and yet no one had signed up for — except me.

"Erica, please," was all I could say to her. She looked at me. Her angry expression had passed, and hurt showed in her face. I couldn't tell if it was toward me or herself.

Reassuring her of who knows what, I kissed her forehead and walked out of the room, leaving my destroyed room and a hurt Erica.

CHAPTER 2

Damon

It didn't take long to start walking down the sidewalk toward Bailey's house. I wasn't just walking by Bailey's house; I was also walking toward the woods to get something to eat.

My hands rested in my pockets, my head down. My eyes flashed up at Bailey and Lisa when they laughed and walked toward me. Lisa's eyes flashed to mine just as Bailey bumped into my shoulder.

"Sorry," she said, holding up her hand and touching my arm slightly. Her eyes looked into mine. I whispered, "It's fine."

Lisa grabbed Bailey's arm and dragged her away from me, bringing Bailey back to reality. They carried on with their conversation as if they hadn't just seen me. I watched them. Lisa quickly turned her head and looked over her shoulder at me before looking forward again.

My heart raced, and I felt anger roar through me again. Quickly moving my legs, I soon stood in the middle of the woods, ripping into a deer to quench my thirst and satisfy my hunger.

Wiping my mouth off on my sleeve, I then headed back to my house and up the stairs to my room. I took off my shirt. I stared in my closet and looked for a new shirt to wear. I was running low on shirts; they all seemed to become stained with blood.

Hearing a presence behind me, I grabbed a random shirt and threw it on. I thought Erica would be standing in the doorway, telling me how stupid I was or how wrong I was. Instead my brother stood in the doorway, his arms crossed.

Here we go.

"What do you want now, Steven?" I asked with a sigh, expecting him to yell at me, like everyone else.

"Erica and I think it would be best if you brought Bailey's memory back," Steven said.

Not what I thought he'd say.

I looked at him, confused and shocked for a moment. My brother and Erica are actually thinking this? They knew exactly why I did what I did.

"I took Bailey's memories away so she wouldn't have to deal with all this supernatural crap," I said, surprised.

"I know, but you're miserable without her." Steven uncrossed his arms, trying to make a point that apparently I wasn't getting.

Quickly walking past him, I said, "I don't care, so get that through your head!"

Steven grabbed my arm and said "Damon, you can say that all you want. Maybe you do believe that, but deep down inside, you know as well as everyone else that is not true!"

Stopping for a moment, I let his words sink in. Then I quickly walked past him and down the stairs. Erica called after me as I headed outside.

They can think all they want that they know what's going through my mind, but they don't. Only Bailey could do that.

As I walked to Bailey's house, Lisa was just leaving it. I stopped by her car and rolled my eyes. She noticed me and fast-walked straight to me.

"Really? You've been watching Bailey for almost a year now, Damon!" Lisa said, surprising me. How did this girl know who I was? I'd never seen her before except with Bailey.

"How do you know my name?"

"Witches hear a lot about vampires who go around killing people for no reason!" she said in a cocky and annoyed voice that showed that she didn't know the full picture. "I don't know why you're watching my friend, but whatever the reason is, leave her the hell alone!"

Lisa walked past me toward the driver's door, stopping when she saw my face. It was full of shock and confusion, but she saw something else that made her mouth drop. Annoyance left her voice.

"You care about her, don't you?"

"I thought all the witches knew the story of Bailey and me," I said with a sigh, looking at the ground and stuffing my hands in my pocket.

Closing the driver's door, Lisa made her way to me again. "I don't usually listen to witches' conversations. How do you know Bailey?"

She actually sounded curious, as if she didn't know what was going on. I wasn't going to fill her in on everything, so I gave her the highlights. "I loved her, we dated, and I made her forget."

"Why?"

"Because I didn't want her to get hurt. I didn't want her to share this life. Looks like she didn't get far enough away from it as I hoped," I said, nodding to Lisa with a sigh.

There was a moment of silence before Lisa spoke again. "She misses you.

Confusion filled me. "How? She can't even remember me."

"Damon, someone doesn't have to remember someone to miss them. She feels an empty space in her heart; I thought she was just upset about what happened to her parents. Looks like I was wrong — it was you." She nodded at me.

I was silent again, not knowing what to say for once.

"Maybe you should bring back her memories," Lisa commented, annoying me again.

"I don't want her to have this life!"

Ignoring my anger, Lisa walked to the driver's side and opened her door again. She looked up at me as I watched. "Maybe this is the life she needs." With that, she got in her car and drove off, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

It felt somewhat good to know that even though Bailey couldn't remember me she was in as much pain as I was. I guess I should have known. I don't see the light in her eyes that I once did.

The only time Bailey was truly happy was when she was in my life.

With a sigh, I pulled out my phone and texted Steven to tell him about Lisa. A witch — who would have known?

I stared at the white house in front of me and debated long and hard what to do. I missed her; everyone knew that. Even though Erica knew how much I missed and loved — well, love — Bailey, she still stuck by me. Could I do that to her now, after everything?

But she also thought I should bring back Bailey's memories. Either way, I knew what I had to do.

Collecting myself and my courage, I walked up to Bailey's door. I looked at it for a moment before knocking. I waited for a minute, already rethinking this idea.

Until the door opened, and I saw her.

CHAPTER 3

Damon

Bailey looked at me, confusion written on her face. "Yes, can I help you?" she asked, opening the door a little wider so she could see me better.

I stood silently for a minute, just taking her in. When my eyes moved to her face, she tilted it a little, and I snapped back to reality. "Sorry. I'm a friend of Lisa's. She texted me and told me that her purse might be here. I came to pick it up," I lied.

Bailey studied me for a minute, reminding me of the first time we met. She was studying me the same way now.

Taking a step to the side, Bailey said, "I don't think it's here, but I'll check. Please come in."

I stepped inside, admiring the interior of the house. It looked similar to her old entrance but with more of her personality in it.

"I haven't noticed it around, but let me check upstairs. Stay here," Bailey said as she walked up the stairs. I had to do this now or never.

Vamp-speeding ahead of her into her room, I met Bailey in the middle. She jumped. "How'd you do that?" she said just above a whisper. She looked at me with wide eyes and a shocked expression.

"You know. In the same way that somewhere deep down inside you know I look familiar."

"I think I would remember someone like you. Now get out of my house!" she ordered, taking a step back.

I stared at Bailey; she looked at me nervously. I could hear her heart racing, which told me she was scared of me. "I can't do that."

Bailey's mouth parted slowly before she quickly turned to leave the room. I had to stop her before she ran off.

"You used to talk about a dream," I called. Bailey stopped. I could tell she was listening though she did not turn to face me. "It was a dream you had once every couple of months. It scared you for years because it was real. But when your dad died the dream wasn't a nightmare anymore. It was just a regular dream."

(Continues...)

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