Everything At Once | Conalie
The past few weeks had been hard on Connor. His friends were frustrated with him because he couldn't remember who they were but he was more frustrated that he couldn't remember a thing. The accident had been worse than anyone thought and at a check up, the doctor said at that rate, he might not remember everything and his short-term memory may be affected as well. It was harder on his mother than anyone, though. Her baby was hurt and he might not ever get better and that realization burned her to the bone. She spent every night crying in the bathroom, unaware that her husband and her only child could hear her so clearly. Connor and his father used to sit in the living room after dinner and watch whatever sports game was on that night, but since the accident, the house had been almost silent. His father went straight to bed after dinner, his mother held up in the upstairs bathroom and Connor spent his evenings in his room, looking through photos and videos, trying to recall the past few years.
He wasn't as worried about his memories as he had been at first. He had accepted the fact that he might not recover and he decided that he could start anew with everyone and everything. As of late, he had stopped looking through his recorded, forgotten memories and spent his time living it up in the local bars and going to Dallas to check out a few clubs. He was having the time of his life meeting girls, fucking them in the bathroom and repeating at least three times per night. But when he found himself in the handicapped stall with a serious party girl, things changed. They were making out, groping each other harshly and tearing at the others clothes hastily, trying to get a quick fuck before anyone noticed that they were gone. Connor didn't know it, but the girl had slipped some ecstasy in the shots she bought them that had brought them to the bathroom and mid fuck, Connor felt the effects. He was higher than he had ever been before and not long after he finished himself off on the girl's ass, he found himself stumbling to his car and driving home.
The drive home was black and he when he parked on the front lawn and stumbled into the house and to his bed, he had no idea what had just happened. Everything was weird and crooked and he landed face first on his pillow, the drugs quickly lulling him to sleep. He was out for almost two whole days and when he came to, his mother thanked God that he wasn't dead. He had barely remembered the night before but after a long, warm shower and a look at Facebook, everything hit him at once. All of his lost memories flooded his mind at the same time and his thoughts raced as he recalled everything he had forgotten. He blacked out at his computer for a moment as his brain registered everything and once he was okay, his eyes refocused and a smile crept to his lips. In one quick second, his shoes were on, his phone and keys in hand and he was racing down the stairs and to his truck. He couldn't have made it to Natalie's house fast enough and once he was at her front door, he pounded on the wood, pacing back and forth on the porch, praying she was home.
