In the arms of A Sadist - b**m story.

I remember everything

Riya's POV:

Laying on the bed, I kept staring at the ceiling thinking about who it might be and what would be the reason and why that person seemed familiar. I avoided going to every family gathering for the past 7years because of this reason. I still didn't know whether I avoided attending the gathering and parties because I felt nauseous there or was it my instincts saying that it was someone among them. The only time I associated with my family members was when it's just all my female cousins and aunts going shopping together or kitty parties where gossiping happened. Many things changed after that incident, I became distant with my parents, I stopped associating with my so called friends and I lost faith in love. All it took was one tragic event to shatter apart the perfect life or so I thought I had to flush down the drain. Sleep overtook me as I felt my head heavy, thinking about all this.

I woke up to see the time at 8 am, my schedule for work today starts only at 11 am, so it will be alright alright if I start now as I'll have enough time to meet with the detective's and get back, I thought to myself. I went to take a shower and got dressed up in a black half shoulder top and blue jeans. I went out of my room shutting the door behind. In the living room I saw James and Ashlynn kissing each other in the living room. I closed my eyes squealing, " Guys it's living room, keep it PG-13," I said. They pulled away from each other and looked at me incredulously, as Ashlynn rolled her eyes and James smirked looking at me.

"Give us a minute James," Ashlynn said, looking at me and dragging me out of the living room into the kitchen. "Caleb told me everything," she said. "Oh" I replied as I thought again about the nightmare. "Are you going to meet the detective?" She asked. "Yep," I replied. She thought for sometime and asked, "Do you want me to come with you?" I shook my head negatively saying, "Nope, I can take care of it. Plus you get very little time to spend with James and I don't want to steal it from him which will make him whine like a big baby," I said. She laughed hearing that. "Don't worry, I'll take care," I said. As she nodded her head, we left the kitchen. She went back to James to continue whatever they were about to do and I left the house shutting the door behind.

I unlocked my car sliding into the driver seat, clutching the steering wheel tight in my hand. I closed my eyes. It's harder than I expected, I thought to myself. I took a deep breath to calm down the upcoming anxiety attack. I cleared my head with determination, and decided to put those whoever did this to me behind the bars. I drove to the other side of the city, midway I stopped by to get iced tea and some waffles. My mind was having a battle, I felt nauseous and in halfway I wanted to go back home. But something pushed me inside to go there so I did.

Detective Edward, I thought to myself. He is the one who rescued me that day when I was finally succumbing to death. He took me to hospital and he waited in the hospital till my parents arrived. He consoled them and visited me in the hospital frequently. When my parents came to know that he is a detective, we agreed upon him handling my case. He was patient with me throughout the process. I had many breakdowns, withdrawal syndromes and sometimes never wanted to talk about it at all but he stayed back and gave me time. He took it on himself to solve this case, within the span of one year he found out the first criminal and brought him to justice. When I was suffering with depression and suicidal thoughts, he took it as his responsibility and cheered me up. Slowly when I started to heal and was admitted for therapy he spent more hours in solving my case but everything went in vain. But I came here today with a new piece of information. When I woke up at the hospital after being rescued I didn't remember many events. Often my nightmares were the place I remembered everything.

After doing a major in psychology, I started to understand many things about the human brain and an intense therapy brought back so many memories which had been locked up in the deep parts of my brain. Knowing everything didn't let me be in peace and when I tried to reach for him I came to know he was working on a case in Canada. Even after his return I didn't have the courage to meet him and share everything I found, as I was afraid of the possibilities of what I might find. I don't know what changed as the time went but I started to feel like knowing the truth is the only way for my salvation and a remedy for the constant nightmares.

I parked my car in the parking lot. After enquiring with the receptionist, she checked through the intercom before asking me to go inside. My heart was thudding inside my chest as I knocked on the door before pushing it open. Detective Edward was sitting on his chair behind the big wooden mahogany table, walls were painted in white with black curtains around, two rolling chairs and a sofa at one corner with a centre table. A portrait of him along with his family sat near the intercom, a wooden pen holder was kept beside his computer. Seeing me entering the room, he turned his attention from the computer and welcomed me. I took a seat opposite to him. He gave me a warm smile, "How are you sunshine?" He asked. "I'm doing good Uncle Edward" I beamed. He ordered for my favourite chocolate chip cookie and cappuccino coffee. I smiled. Having our coffee we spoke about how my parents are doing and how I'm doing at work. He told me about him, his family and how his work went in Canada. We had our coffees settling into a comfortable silence

I was lost in my own thoughts as I sipped on the coffee." I heard you were trying to reach for me some months back but when I called back you didn't respond, what's the matter Riya?" He asked. I fiddled with my fingers before looking at him, " I remember everything, I whispered. He looked at me surprised with wide eyes. I took a deep breath and looked at him starting to narrate…