Chapter 9

For many long moments no one spoke. Two sets of eyes watched the rock star intently. How would he react to what he heard? Would he accept what he heard? Only time would tell. Amelia remembered him being open minded, but even with the most open minded this was a pretty big pill to swallow. Adam intently studied the man before him, he could almost see the hackles rising. Nope wasn’t going to be good at all.

“You people are nuts, you know that?” Jon blurted the statement out, his blue eyes darkening to a steel grey. “I must have fallen into a land of lunatics here. You didn’t by chance escape from some loony bin did you?” His rant continued. “I mean only a nut would think a person could die and come back to life.” His body tensed as he turned to Amelia, “why play games with me like that? Is it because I can’t remember who I am and you think you can use this to your benefit? I might not know where to go or whatever but I refuse to stay here and be subjected to your insane ideas.”

With that Jon turned sharply and walked to the front door. He was going to get out of here by God, and find a sane person to help him figure out where he should be. Too be sure a police man or someone wouldn’t be too far off. As his hand reached for the door knob, a slender hand touched his arm and pulled him around.

“Listen Jon, I know it’s a lot to take in, but really you should let Adam check you out. He’s a doctor, or well he was one once upon a time. You probably have a concussion, something reasonable to explain why you don’t remember things.” She looked up at him, her gaze entreating him to believe, to understand she was only trying to help. “I know what you heard seems improbable, but I wouldn’t lie to you, not about something so important.”

He looked at the petite woman curiously. Something about her screamed honesty, but what she was saying defied common sense. It made him afraid, and instinctually he hated feeling that way.

“Listen babe. You can believe all the weird stuff you want too. It’s a free world as best I can recall. As far as your friend checking me out, I think I’ll just have to pass on that. Maybe there’s a reason I can’t remember things. Hell if what you said IS true, who would want to remember a wife and kids that either cheat on him or don’t belong to him? You can just forget it lady. I’m just going to open this door and stroll outside, and go find myself some help that wont try to act like I played Jesus last night.”

Having heard all this as he stood at the kitchen door, Adam groaned internally. Bloody hell, he was going to be one of those who needed the shock treatment to see the truth. He wasn’t going to accept the truth without seeing the truth in action. This was going to be bad, he knew it, but it was the only way. Swiping the butcher knife laying on the counter he sauntered into the living room. Shock therapy; it wasn’t his favorite way of dealing with things, but he could tell the man in the next room was more stubborn than the Highlander himself. With a stubborn mind only shock treatment worked.

As he entered the living room he could tell the discussion between his student and her rock star was beginning to heat up. Sauntering over to Amelia he tapped her on the shoulder. As she turned he mouthed the word “Sorry,” then swiftly rammed the butcher knife into her chest. She gasped as her expressive green eyes glazed over in pain. She reached up to clutch at her chest as an ever widening splotch of red bloomed beneath her red-tinged fingers.

Amelia dropped to her knees, gasping as she felt her life flowing from her body. With the last bit of strength she had she looked up and registered the fury and pain in the eyes of her rock star.

Jon was dumbstruck. The jackass had stabbed her, really and truly shoved a big knife through her chest. He knelt down, not even recognizing the blood that was getting all over his jeans and shirt. She might be insane, but no one deserved that. He took her in his arms, his blue eyes sorrowful as she shivered. It hurt him, to see her hurting like that and he didn’t understand why. For some reason, deep inside his musical soul, she had created a chord that resonated within him. With the lightest of touches he brushed a finger along her cheek and watched as those lovely green eyes dimmed.

Laying her dead body on the floor he stood slowly then turned to the man who seemed unaffected with the actions he had done. The son of a bitch didn’t look upset in the least. As a matter of fact he seemed to have a smirk on those lips of his. With the suddenness of a cobra striking Jon reached back and let his fist fly, straight into the patrician nose of the hazel eyed man. You son of a bitch!! You killed her!”