Chapter 25: Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Five.

Jennifer took in a very deep breath, held it for second and let it out. She watched as Mark craned his neck to check for their approaching trouble.

"I don't understand why you can't keep quiet for once in your life." Mark whispered as he signaled to her to start walking.

As they walked down the semi dark corridor, they could hear their danger approaching fast.

'We will get them now'

'Boss will be happy'

"What are you guys doing here?" A lady in a very short pink gown with three slits in front of the it asked out of nowhere, innocence playing on her face. Either she was born that way, or she was a good actress because anyone could easily fall for that innocence.

Mark smirked, an idea evident on his face.

"We need your help."

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Jennifer and Mark watched from a distance as the lady who had called her name, Scarlet, cat walked to the men who were looking like someone just stole their sweets.

"Hello guys." They turned to face her.

"You looking for something?"

"That any of your business?" One with a bald head asked.

Scarlet took a pose that exposed an integral part of her inner thigh and moved closer to the men.

"It could be if you want it to be."

Her voice drawled at the end of her statement.

She raised her gown up, shock on the faces of the men.

Mark covered Jennifer's eyes with his palm. Jennifer furiously yanked his hand away.

'Look who's shielding. We can't even see her front at all. Silly.' She thought.

Mark glared at her.

"Arrgh, enough, you want me to have nightmares?" The bald guard exclaimed. Jennifer immediately pronounced him gay. Who would see such a lovely face in a seductive wear and say no?

"But I am not done." She said.

Jennifer and Mark couldn't still see much of what she was doing but whatever she was doing was dirty but at the same time working, as the guards were retreating, covering their eyes as they staggered back.

"Enough!"

"But I am not done." Scarlet said in a sweet voice.

"Enough, let's go Buddy."

They retreated, taking long steps as they walked away, well ran away actually like earlier.

Mark and Jennifer came out of their hiding and walked towards Scarlet.

"That was amazing Scarlet. I really appreciate you." Mark said as Scarlet pulled her gown down. Jennifer was shocked at the amount of politeness oozing out of him.

Scarlet faced them, that same innocent look on her face.

"Sure. It is a shame they did not like what they saw though, but no spoil. Now I go away." She walked away, more like ran, her gown flying up as she went.

Jennifer watched her go, wondering what caused her rush.

"You should be ashamed of yourself. Your mates are helping people get out of trouble, you? You drown people into it."

Jennifer did not bother answering him, she just walked towards the end of the corridor, she knew or had a feeling that was the last she would see of the building and Jones and the cute bartender and the tall chairs. But she wasn't so sure it was the last she would see of Marco. He did seem like a I must have it all guy.

Jennifer heard Mark walk behind her, mumbling short sentences about heaven knows what.

Jennifer heaved a sigh of relief as the door opened to reveal the night looking brighter than before.

"I can't believe you sneaked out. That too from my house." Marks said behind her.

Jennifer turned abruptly.

"Yes, so? Should we kill me for that? Or maybe ban me from your house forever, since your house is that special building that holds people captive."

Jennifer moved closer to him, feeling sort of energetic from how she was talking to him.

"You know what, I don't regret 'sneaking out' , " She air quoted.

"I actually feel better now, it is like old times, who knows I might regain my memory. "

She narrowed her eyes at him.

"That is what you want, right?"

Mark, who had been staring at her blankly all the while, suddenly smirked.

"That is totally what I want. You know what, I think I can help you. Come with me. " He held her hand, as he did so, she was suddenly reminded of her horny state few moments ago.

Jennifer flushed at the thought that she actually thought of getting it done with a man when she had a husband.

"Hurry up, will you?

Jennifer yanked her hand off from his and walked behind him as he took a turn and led them to an alley. She just couldn't help but wonder what exactly Mark McMuffin could be so excited about.

Few more steps and they faced a dead end.

"Oh, we are going with the kill me option then." Jennifer commented as she saw nothing but fence running to both ends.

Mark did not respond, he just walked closer to the wall and starting the wall weirdly.A few more touching and it seemed like he was pressing some invisible boobs.

"Uh... if you so badly wanted to press some boobs, I would have .... Whoa. "

She was soon looking at the ocean. It was looking so black and blue, the night did a good job on it. The moon's reflection stood in the centre like a tiled decoration.

"You coming or not?"

"I am coming." Jennifer trotted after him, noticing how the fence closed

up as soon as she passed.

Who on earth uses stuff like that anymore? It is so Eighteenth century.

She thought as she walked from hard, cemented floor to soft sand, which was hugging her sneakers.

She took them off and placed them on the cement floor and walked towards Mark who was in a sort of melodrama state.

"I know, I know." She heard him say.

"Are you okay there?" Jennifer asked.

Mark turned to face her, a smile on his face.

A creepy smile.

"I am okay, you are not." Jennifer frowned.

"You need to remember something that will get you out of this place in no time, so I brought you here." His smile widened at the end of the statement.

Jennifer nodded slowly, not sure what to do, all due to the creepy smile.

"So come," He held her by her elbow and pulled her closer to the waters.

"I feel something bad is what you want to do." Jennifer said.

"Trust me darling, I want it for your own good."

Hearing Darling, from his mouth made her more scared.

"So, this is where I found you. " He pointed to a part of the water. The ocean sent it waves to the point.

Jennifer thought it rather strange, it was like the ocean was that annoying friend who keeps repeating anything you say.

"I need you to picture this. You are in your white gown, hands on your stomach, your ring glittering. Picture it."

Jennifer closed her eyes and imagined it. She saw her, lips parted, lying there normally. She suddenly remembered her dad in that position. Quickly, she swiped off that image.

She then thought, if she could remember her dad's face, she should remember what brought her to the ocean. She shut her eyes tighter, delving into her memory.

She saw her and Francis in a car, laughing.

She felt her lips morph into a smile.

Next image was both of them in a elevator, staring at each other.

Next, she saw both of them getting married.

Image after image, none of them showed how she got to the ocean.

Was she on holiday? Working? Partying?

Nothing came up.

She opened her eyes to see Mark staring at her.

"Well, "

She heaved a deep sigh.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? Nothing? What on earth were you seeing for Hercules' sake? "

"Easy on me Mark, I am pretty sensitive right now."

"No, no, no. That was meant to work, the woman told me so."

"Woman?"

"Yeah, I had to go meet some psychic woman to know how to get you to remember so I can get rid of you."

"You went to meet a psychic woman to get rid of me?" Jennifer felt hurt.

"That was what I said."

"I can't believe this." Jennifer decided it was enough, she had been hurt enough. He had been that desperate to get rid of her, he had to go meet a psychic as though she was sick in the head or something?

She decided she was taking it no more.

She turned and walked towards the fence, her heart feeling absolutely hurt.

"Where are you going?"

Jennifer ignored him. She got to the fence and tried pressing the walls as she had seen him so.

"Come open this door will you, your sick visitor is feeling weak!" She called out to him.