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ChapterNineteen
Derek
January 25th
Five months.
I didn’t think I would last this long working for Zamudio. We were at each other’s throats for the first three months.I’m still here for Travis. Fighting the asshole to get what the kid needs has been almost as bad as being in Afghanistan.
Zamudio’s fear of being made was keeping him from reaching out to the right specialists to help Travis.I had to convince him it was fine to bring others and even strategized all the details.
Once the neurologist tested Travis, he was diagnosed with retrograde amnesia.
He can’t recall anything from his past but is able to retain memories from his present. After all these months working with me, a speech therapist, and the neurologist, I can proudly say that he can now form complete sentences. He can walk, feed himself, and even swim.
His fine and gross motor skills need work, but overall, things are looking promising. I’m not thrilled that Zamudio keeps asking questions about the accident. Poor Travis gets anxious every time he interrogates him.
We don’t know if Travis will remember anything from his past. Zamudio should make his bed and be happy that his son is alive.
“Joy, another set of children’s books,” Travis groans as I open the parcel I received today.
“You want to read something more advanced?”
“I’m twenty…” He frowns. “How old did you say I am?”
“Did you forget?”
He shrugs. “Everyone has celebrated a birthday since I woke up but me. I could be twenty or twenty-one. Who knows?”
“Have you asked your father?”
Travis shakes his head and mumbles, “Of course not. If I do, then he begins to ask questions about the accident. It’s all that matters to him. I still don’t know my birth date, last name, or if I’m a virgin.”
I can’t help but laugh.
“It’s not funny. Did I tell you about the orgy they had last Sunday and that they didn’t invite me?”
I stare at him, flabbergasted. “Can you run that by me again?”
“It was in the living room. They might’ve been high too because none of them worry about the guy upstairs. They had male and female prostitutes over, and everyone was fucking everyone.” He turns red. “It was live porn, and I couldn’t pause it.”
I’m at a loss for words. The neurologist and therapist told Zamudio to treat Travis like a child. Everything is new to him.
“How do you know porn or that they were prostitutes?”
“Their line of work came up a time or two while the party was happening.” Travis gives me a look that says, it’s obvious, don’t you think?
“And the porn?”
“The other day, they left me alone, and I went to my father’s office. It was in his browser.”
I shake my head.
“What? Sex is a normal thing, isn’t it?”
“You haven’t gotten the birds and the bees talk yet.”
“Well, it seems like the bees and the bees can be together too—and it’s hot.”
