Not Amnesia

Alexey

Petrulli insisted that we wait for the delivery man to bring the Chinese food we ordered, before we proceed to check the footage from the security camera which was located in the mansion and could only be accessed by me. Petrulli was just a glutton. Emelia passed out from her headache and having made her take pain killers, I carried her to get to the room, where she fell asleep.

“You have to be the most unhealthy fuck I know in my life” I said staring at him intensely.

He looked up innocently, “Forgive me for thinking that energy is needed for work,” he retorted sarcastically.

I scoffed “You look for every opportunity to eat, we’re barely doing anything tasking, just sit down and look through camera feeds,”

“Which is tasking, and torture. You’re exposing my eyes to blue lights and sitting down there for a long time could actually get me hungry.” he complained.

I shook my head, “So Emelia said I went for the party too” I said getting serious.

He scoffed “you think?” he asked sarcastically “I am very confused about shit you’ve been saying, how can you forget about something we both planned? Heck Emelia helped you pick an outfit,” he hinted.

“I honestly don’t remember.” I replied, sighing.

“Did you hit your head or fall down or something?” Petrulli asked, giving me a once over.

“I don’t think so,” I replied, shaking my head. “I was sleeping, you called me immediately I woke up.”

“Something is definitely fishy,” Petrulli said, “so I don’t understand shit you’re talking about." He brought out his phone and showed me a WhatsApp conversation from last night.

The conversation showed that I had told him that I had gotten into the party and had located the redhead, with him replying “good luck hoe,”

Now I was more than baffled. How is this possible, this was proof that I did attend the party last night and maybe I met the redhead. But I don’t remember, and I don’t understand why.

“It’s true,” I looked up from his phone. “I did go to the party, but I don’t remember going at all.”

“You should check your phone for better comparison,” Petrulli suggested.

Yeah that’s true, I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before.

I took out my phone and checked our chat records and it was the exact conversation I saw when I read our chat records in Petrulli's phone.

What the fuck? I looked shocked.

The delivery man walked in with the food.

“You remember what happened before our plan, right?” Petrulli asked excitedly waiting for Delivery man to reach the bed we were sitting on

“I guess,” I said, I wasn’t really sure how to answer that, I don’t know if I’ve forgotten what happened before we made the plans we said we made. Noticing my doubt, Petrulli rolled his eyes.

“Dumb dumb, do you remember going to the club, meeting her and finding out that she owns the place and then coming to my place?” He asked, accepting the pack from him impatiently.

“Oh yes,” I replied nodding “when I called you, told you about it and said I was on my way to your place.” Petrulli nodded.

Petrulli looked like he was going to drool.

“And you don’t remember anything that happened after that? You don’t remember coming to my place and planning all that shit and hacking at my place?” he asked again.

I shook my head “I don’t remember coming to your place.” I replied blinking dumbly.

“If what you're saying is true, that you don’t remember us planning and you going for that party, them something probably happened that made you lose your memory, either at the party or after.” Petrulli proposed stuffing his mouth with hot lasagna, like the heat didn’t affect me.

My heart rate increased, I was honestly scared. What if I had important transactions and conversations and I don’t remember? What if I’ve lost shares of my business? I was extremely honest. If Petrulli was right, then this is bad, really bad.

Carrying my food, I stood up and started walking to the monitor room, while Petrulli hurriedly carried his tray of food and followed me.

I soon got in front of the security door and imputed the passcode and it opened. Facing another door, my eyes were scanned as we soon gained access to my monitor room. I sat down in front of the many monitors while Petrulli proceeded to sit down, ensuring to complain about blue lights and needing food for the energy expended on going through the camera feeds. Shushing him, I put a fork full of lasagna and got to work. We watched the activities that took place the day before and there I was hurriedly going into my car and driving off, seeing the outfit, I guess this was when I went to her club. The feeds following that were of nothing important, just the gardener driving in and watering the flower plants in the compound and then driving back to his place. For his own reasons, the driver doesn’t live in my mansion like the rest of the workers here. Fast forwarding the video, late in the evening, I was seen driving back in with Petrulli in the front seat with me. We came out of the car carrying a bunch of clothes that we just bought.

“This was after we can't go back shopping for something you'll wear for your genius plan.” Petrulli chipped, stuffing his mouth once more.

I hummed and looked at him all serious.

“So I did go to a party,” I whispered.

He placed the back of his palm on his mouth while he talked “you think? Isn't that what we’ve been trying to tell you?”

I hummed again and went back to the computer.

“Check what happens the next day” he said

“But first, I'll check to see what happened at night” I stated and Petrulli nodded in agreement, his blonde hair bouncing around on his head as he did so.

Going back to the camera feeds, I noticed that much really happened at night. And I skipped into the next day.

With a thumping heart, I checked the feeds and indeed I see myself coming out of the house so dressed up, holding a blue and black face masked in my hands and getting into one of my cars. I looked good, no doubt.

“I really went to the party!” I exclaimed.

Petrulli rolled his eyes “so you remember now?” he asked, giving me a doubtful look. I shook my head.

“I honestly still don't remember doing this” I replied sadly, he signed “keep playing the video, we should give something useful.”

I nodded and went back to facing the screens and then we saw nothing.

There was no recordings, just static

“What the fuck?” Petrulli said under his breath

“Someone tampered with the cameras,” I said, gritting my teeth. I was so angry, who could have done this? The workers?

Petrulli played back the video and still saw nothing, just static. What the fuck is going on?

I checked the cameras function to see if their security cameras were tampered with, but it showed that they were in perfect working condition.

“I don't understand,” Petrulli breathed in disbelief.

I ran my hand through my hair. “I think something happened, you don't remember shit from before the party, everyone working in your house claimed to have woken up to splitting headaches, your plants are dear and your dogs are sick. Something definitely happened at that party. You need to find that red head again” Petrulli stated firmly with a frown on his face.

I nodded “I should go now” I said standing up, but he held me back.

“It’s late, you should wait till tomorrow morning, instead we should check every part of your compound in case we find something out of the ordinary” he advised. I nodded in agreement.

“It has to be at the party or after the party. It could be many things, but that is the only liable explanation.” Petrulli stated firmly.

And we for back to eating out food sullenly

“At what time did you call me today?” I questioned, trying to figure something out.

“Early evening,”

“And the party started at nine to end by three the next morning” I said, seeing the self invitation on my phone. “That means I probably slept from anytime during the party to the time you called me.” Petrulli nodded.

But how did I get back home and what happened at that party?

In fact what happened through out the fucking day?

I was getting extremely frustrated.

“I want more lasagna,” Petrulli said, standing up and picking up his plate of food.

“Wait, I’ll just call Emelia” I said, I have a hunch on what he has in mind.

“No, I want to serve myself,” he said, pouting and rushing out.

I went back to watching the feeds on the monitor, and replaying the records from after I left for the party. I was empty, still empty. So futile; rewinding and rewinding wouldn’t make me see what I wanted to see.

What’s going on?