the
anger. She needed to get her own emotions under control and
convince him she wasn’t the person he was talking about.
“I’m sorry,” she stated, even though she
wasn’t sure she was really sorry. She just wanted out of the
shower.
“Good,” he answered sternly, but he loosened
his grip of her. She turned off the water herself and then stumbled
out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself. He stared at
her and she couldn’t read his expression. She took the opportunity
to try to appeal to him.
“I’m telling you, Mason,” she said, her tone
softening. Saying his name got his attention. “That wasn’t me.
Believe it or not, which I know you won’t, but that doesn’t change
things. Look, I’m not even fighting you on being stuck here, well,
kidnapped is more like it, but I’m doing everything you ask and I’m
being nice about it too, but you have to give me something too.
Pretend for just a minute that you believe me and this is all some
big misunderstanding. Whoever put you in prison – what did they
do?”
“They didn’t do anything. It was you, and
like with my name, you’ll either know when you remember or I decide
to tell you. For now, you can live with your guilt, and I sincerely
hope you are reformed enough to have it.” He turned to leave. “You
might want to work on your acting skills just a bit more,” he
sneered. “A little bit more and I might actually believe you don’t
remember what you did to me.” With that, he left for the day.
*****
“Yo, Mason, you coming over or what?” Benny
asked over the phone.
“Nope, working today.”
“So then what’s bothering you now?” That’s
why they got along so well, Benny knew this version of Mason better
than his old friends.
“I think I might actually believe she
doesn’t remember what the fuck she did.”
“Who? Kitty Kat? Shit, boy, if I had her in
my house prancing around in that little outfit I told you to get,
I’d sure wish I believed she didn’t remember fucking up my life as
well. In fact, I’d wish I didn’t remember either. But seriously,
what’s eating you?”
“Every opportunity she has, she drills it
into me that it wasn’t her and as much as I know it was, I see it
in her eyes that she really believes that herself.”
“So what does that mean?”
“I don’t know. I mean, there have been cases
where constant drug use alters your memory or even perception of
reality. Maybe she really doesn’t remember that she accused me of
raping her.”
“Let’s say she doesn’t. Then what? That
doesn’t change what she did, right?”
“No, but it sure as hell makes it harder for
me to hate her now. And she’s cleaned up. She’s actually a pleasant
person now, even a little feisty.”
“I bet she’s good in bed,” Benny
snorted.
“Damn, Benny, be serious for a sec.”
“I am being serious.” And Mason knew he
probably was. “All right, Mason, how about we get the guys
together. We’ll come over and I’ll feel her out. You know I can
tell in about two seconds flat if a bitch is lying. But let’s say
you are right and she doesn’t remember anything. Then what? You let
her go?”
“No,” he replied firmly. “Her memory doesn’t
change the past. She deserves to be punished. I…crap, I don’t know
why it matters. But shit, it just does. I want to know if she
remembers.”
“All right, this weekend then.”
“Yeah.”
And really, why it mattered whether she
remembered or not shouldn’t be of any consequence to Mason, but it
was. And he had no clue why. He was glad he had Benny. This weekend
he would find out whether she was telling the truth.
Chapter 11
Kat and Mason
kept up their cat and mouse game the rest of the week. She cleaned
and cleaned some more and rearranged and organized every part of
his house more times than she could count. He never acknowledged
her work, but at least he never told her to redo anything…at least
not yet.
Friday night rolled around and
anger. She needed to get her own emotions under control and
convince him she wasn’t the person he was talking about.
“I’m sorry,” she stated, even though she
wasn’t sure she was really sorry. She just wanted out of the
shower.
“Good,” he answered sternly, but he loosened
his grip of her. She turned off the water herself and then stumbled
out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself. He stared at
her and she couldn’t read his expression. She took the opportunity
to try to appeal to him.
“I’m telling you, Mason,” she said, her tone
softening. Saying his name got his attention. “That wasn’t me.
Believe it or not, which I know you won’t, but that doesn’t change
things. Look, I’m not even fighting you on being stuck here, well,
kidnapped is more like it, but I’m doing everything you ask and I’m
being nice about it too, but you have to give me something too.
Pretend for just a minute that you believe me and this is all some
big misunderstanding. Whoever put you in prison – what did they
do?”
“They didn’t do anything. It was you, and
like with my name, you’ll either know when you remember or I decide
to tell you. For now, you can live with your guilt, and I sincerely
hope you are reformed enough to have it.” He turned to leave. “You
might want to work on your acting skills just a bit more,” he
sneered. “A little bit more and I might actually believe you don’t
remember what you did to me.” With that, he left for the day.
*****
“Yo, Mason, you coming over or what?” Benny
asked over the phone.
“Nope, working today.”
“So then what’s bothering you now?” That’s
why they got along so well, Benny knew this version of Mason better
than his old friends.
“I think I might actually believe she
doesn’t remember what the fuck she did.”
“Who? Kitty Kat? Shit, boy, if I had her in
my house prancing around in that little outfit I told you to get,
I’d sure wish I believed she didn’t remember fucking up my life as
well. In fact, I’d wish I didn’t remember either. But seriously,
what’s eating you?”
“Every opportunity she has, she drills it
into me that it wasn’t her and as much as I know it was, I see it
in her eyes that she really believes that herself.”
“So what does that mean?”
“I don’t know. I mean, there have been cases
where constant drug use alters your memory or even perception of
reality. Maybe she really doesn’t remember that she accused me of
raping her.”
“Let’s say she doesn’t. Then what? That
doesn’t change what she did, right?”
“No, but it sure as hell makes it harder for
me to hate her now. And she’s cleaned up. She’s actually a pleasant
person now, even a little feisty.”
“I bet she’s good in bed,” Benny
snorted.
“Damn, Benny, be serious for a sec.”
“I am being serious.” And Mason knew he
probably was. “All right, Mason, how about we get the guys
together. We’ll come over and I’ll feel her out. You know I can
tell in about two seconds flat if a bitch is lying. But let’s say
you are right and she doesn’t remember anything. Then what? You let
her go?”
“No,” he replied firmly. “Her memory doesn’t
change the past. She deserves to be punished. I…crap, I don’t know
why it matters. But shit, it just does. I want to know if she
remembers.”
“All right, this weekend then.”
“Yeah.”
And really, why it mattered whether she
remembered or not shouldn’t be of any consequence to Mason, but it
was. And he had no clue why. He was glad he had Benny. This weekend
he would find out whether she was telling the truth.
Chapter 11
Kat and Mason
kept up their cat and mouse game the rest of the week. She cleaned
and cleaned some more and rearranged and organized every part of
his house more times than she could count. He never acknowledged
her work, but at least he never told her to redo anything…at least
not yet.
Friday night rolled around and
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