_Forever Night Stand_

_Forever Night Stand_

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

With her family history of Alzheimer's and at great risk of acquiring the disease, Brandy Curtis always plays safe. She had always avoided commitments like the plague. Ivo Ferrero who was burned out from a string of failed relationships became a ferocious womanizer just to get what he wants out of a relationship which is unadulterated non-committal sex. It started as a one night stand which was followed by another, and another. What happens when a commitment-prone guy falls for a commitment-phobic girl? Will their love built on sexual desire be enough to survive and thrive against the odds of losing herself into the recesses of her tangled brain? Find out more about the heart that never forgets and the disease which has the power to rob, damage, and destroy yet cannot vanquish the feeling of love and being loved.

Summary

With her family history of Alzheimer's and at great risk of acquiring the disease, Brandy Curtis always plays safe. She had always avoided commitments like the plague.

Ivo Ferrero who was burned out from a string of failed relationships became a ferocious womanizer just to get what he wants out of a relationship which is unadulterated non-committal sex.

It started as a one night stand which was followed by another, and another.

What happens when a commitment-prone guy falls for a commitment-phobic girl? Will their love built on sexual desire be enough to survive and thrive against the odds of losing herself into the recesses of her tangled brain?

Find out more about the heart that never forgets and the disease which has the power to rob, damage, and destroy yet cannot vanquish the feeling of love and being loved.


Chapter1 (v.1) - _Forever Night Stand_

Author Chapter Note

With her family history to Alzheimer's and a great risk of acquiring the disease, Brandy Curtis always plays safe. She never wanted a commitment. Ivo Ferrero who was burned out from a string of failed relationships turned out to be a ferocious womanizer just to get what he wants out of a relationship which unadulterated non-committal sex. It started as a one night stand then came another and another with the same girl. What happens when commitment prone guy falls for a commitment allergic girl? Will their love built on sexual desire be enough to survive and thrive against the odds of losing herself into the recess of her tangled brain? Find out more about the heart that never forgets and the disease which has the power to rob, damage and destroy yet cannot vanquish the feeling of love and being loved.

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Submitted: December 04, 2014

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I could feel the sunlight trying to penetrate my closed eyelids. I must have overslept. The bed felt like a cocoon, wrapping its warm sheets around me, burying me in warm, fuzzy darkness.

The room I was in looked cold and impersonal with its white walls and lush furniture. Everything was clean, too clean and too cold.

There were machines all around me. A screen with numbers running across it, a line jolting up and down and that beeping, the beeping that just wouldn't stop.

I tried to get up, but my limbs wouldn’t obey me, so I just sagged back into bed. My brain was sluggish and slow. My groggy mind noticed something strange. How the sheets felt thin and stiff, not like my sheets at all. How my body ached when I made even the slightest move. How my throat felt dry as a desert.

“He’s awake!” Mikael’s voice echoed in my head.

A man entered the room with hurried steps, striding straight towards me. He had a clipboard in one hand and a concerned, yet hopeful look on his face.

“Welcome back, Dr. Ferrero. You've been in a coma for three days.”

"Water, please." I managed to croak out through a sore throat, my voice sounding twisted and cracked. The man in the white coat nodded and poured me a glass of water from the sink behind him.

I was finally awoken from my coma. I was finally awoken from the darkness that enveloped my mind.

Two agonizing weeks passed yet I was still confined. Flashes of memories from before the accident would enter my mind: flowers, Brandy in a wedding dress with her loving eyes, and pain. Pain was always the last memory before the darkness returned. 

It should have been that day, the moment of truth, but the accident got in the way.

"Mik, where are the journals that I asked you to get from my office?"

Mikael took the paper bag from the couch and pulled out mine and two of Brandy's journals. He gave the journals to me and sat beside the hospital bed where I'd been lying for less than a month.

"I want you to both read these." 

Mikael looked over at me skeptically for a brief moment. He raised a brow. "What are those for?" 

"You’ll find out," I said as I handed over Brandy's journals to Agata. "I want you to start with the pink one in the year 2006 to get a little glimpse of the past then jump right ahead to 2013," I instructed.

Agata took the journals with clear uncertainty written on her face. She began flipping through the pages. "Whose journals are these?" she asked while doing so.

"They belong to someone who played the biggest and most important part in our lives." 

"Our lives..." Agata muttered while scanning through the pages, locating the year 2006. She drew in a deep breath, "Okay, I'm gonna start reading this pink journal Mik and you'll read the others, okay?"

"Cool," Mikael agreed.

 

 

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Brandy's Journal (PRE-OBLIVION)

 

November 23, 2006

I arrived home around ten in the evening. I wanted to surprise my family that I'll be spending Thanksgiving with them.

I tensed up when I saw Ken talking with several men in a police uniform on our porch. I raised my brow at the sight.

I quickened my steps and walked up to them, "Hey Ken, what's going on here?" 

Ken pulled me in for a hug and smoothed down the back of my head. He cried softly onto my shoulder before he could regain his composure.

I pushed him slowly and looked at him totally confused. "What the hell is going on Ken?"

Ken just stared at me.

"What?"

"It's Dad."

"What about Daddy?"

"Da-daddy is dead. Mom stabbed him." My eyes widened and I stared at my older brother in shock. My breath was far from steady, and I swore I was seconds away from crying waterfalls. 

"What?! What are you talking about?"

"I'm sorry for your loss Ms. Curtis," one the police officers said and left the two of us standing still. 

My heart dropped and I rushed inside the house. 

I was about to duck underneath the yellow tape that blocks off the crime scene but Ken grabbed my arm. “Brandy we’re not allowed inside.”

It was hard to clearly make out from this distance, but when I saw the lifeless body of my dad on the floor, my stomach rolled.

“No!” A scream caught in my throat as I saw the bloody body of my dad lying motionless a few feet away from the dining table. Tears ran down my cheeks as I backed up all the way till my back hit the wall.

I broke down the minute I got far enough to see him. Everyone turned to look at me with pity written in their eyes.

There was a pool of blood by the dining table, blood smeared on the floor, and a smeared bloody hand print on the kitchen walls.

Violent sobs shook through my body as I slid down the wall. I took deep breaths trying to calm my nerves.  It took a lot of deep breaths to stop my body from shaking but it didn’t stop the tears from falling.

"Brandy..." Ken picked me up. I finally got on both feet again.

"You’re joking...c’mon, stop messing with me. It isn’t funny anymore," I sniffed between each sobs.

Ken was in tears as he pulled me into his chest. "Brandy."

"He's dead Brandy," Gin, the youngest of my brothers, confirmed.

"No...no no no it's..it's not true...it can't be," I protested shaking my head. 

"He can't be dead! He can't be dead. No! No!" The words didn't even sink no matter how many times I heard he was dead, I refused to believe it was true.

“Stop it Brandy, please...he's not coming back." Carl hugged me tighter.

I knew in that second he was finally gone.

I started crying harder than ever knowing my father was never coming back, I would never see the loving look he gave my mother, I would never feel his arms wrap around me in comfort whenever I had nightmares and it pained me to admit that he was gone. Deep inside me I felt as though he was still here with me, like he wasn't dead and he was just playing hide and seek. I sobbed so hard I couldn't breathe.

I heard quiet cries behind the door. There was my mom sitting with her knees up and face buried in her hands. My mother that I've adored all these years had killed my father. I felt as if my life was falling apart.

In many ways, the woman I have cherished all my life was gone.

I went to comfort her, rocking her back and forth. My poor mom. 

Gin spoke up, "She's not herself again. She will never return to us, Brandy. Yesterday was just another relapse."

"It seemed like Mom slipped back to the grip of her disease and thought that she was being raped by Dad. There was a chase I supposed when he was trying to calm her down. We were woken by her screams but when we went out of our room we found Dad's body lying on the floor," recounted Carl.

The four of us held each other in a large embrace, all crying and in the state of shock.

The ambulance came and put my dad on the stretcher with a sheet over his head. My brothers went with the ambulance while I accompanied Mom inside the police car to bring her to the hospital. There must be a criminally culpable state of mind that accompanied her act but since she was suffering from Alzheimer’s disease; a murder charge could be easily defended. I had hoped the police would not push for mom to be prosecuted. 

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