Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... took an interest in his hands on the table. Vivian looked around the room a moment and settled her gaze on the both bouquets of flowers before turning back to Richard.

“She’s been… quiet. The doctors told us that physically she’s going to be okay, once the bruising fades, but…” Vivian paused as she bit her bottom lip to keep it from trembling.

“But?” Richard nudged verbally to continue.

“But she has suffered some memory loss. They say it might only be temporary but that’s all they could tell us about it.” Vivian clarified as she looked somewhat sadly into Richard’s eyes.

“They say it could all come back on its own though.” Walter supplied with a hopeful voice from Richard’s left side.

“How much… memory… did she lose?” Richard asked hesitantly, unsure how to even talk about this issue.

“We still don’t know exactly, but they said it seemed to be short term memory. Trina remembered us, and her friends from school… but… but she couldn’t remember picking them up to go to the Wilding or what they did at the Wilding. She only remembers moments before the accident, probably because it was traumatic the doctors said.” Vivian explained.

Richard felt his heart twist a bit. If Trina didn’t remember picking her friends up to go to the Wilding, she probably didn’t remember bumping into him… or dancing most of the night away. That thought saddened Richard more than he would have thought it would. He would just have to wait and see.

As he was thinking this, there ...

... was a motion out of the left corner of his eye that caused him to turn. Trina, dressed in pajamas and a robe appeared at the door from the den to the kitchen. She shuffled across the linoleum floor to the table beside her father. She kept one hand up as if to mask her mouth and nose, being self-conscious of her blackened eyes and swollen nose.

“There she is…” Vivian said sweetly as she watched her daughter step up to the back of Walter’s chair and place one hand on his shoulder.

“Who’s this?” Trina asked somewhat timidly.

Richard felt his heart drop. She really didn’t recognize him at all.

Vivian and Walter shared a sad understanding look between them, then glanced apologetically at Richard. Vivian reached out and set her left hand atop of Richard’s right hand before returning her gaze to Trina.

“This is Mr. Burton, Richard. He was one of the people who pulled you and the girls from our car after the wreck. You were unconscious, so of course you wouldn’t recognize him. He sent you flowers at the hospital and look… he brought more. He was concerned about you and wondered how you were doing. Isn’t that sweet of him?” Vivian gushed.

Trina looked at the flowers then again at Richard. He could tell there was still no recognition in her eyes, but they did soften and she lowered her hand smiling timidly. Richard had to swallow to avoid gasping at the how dark the girl’s face was. He remembered the ivory complexion and dazzling blue eyes glancing up at him as they ...