Two Jimmy?

A month had passed and Jimmy was yet to regain his memory, while some of the family members were starting to get worried, the others didn’t really have a problem with it. They had no need for his memories anyway as he was nice, sweet and caring towards them.

Jimmy himself didn’t know how to feel about it, he couldn’t remember what his life was like before the accident so he didn’t know which was better, but if the memories would make him the monster everyone said he used to be, then he would rather remain without them. Creating new memories wasn’t that difficult so of what importance was his past anyway?

Aria walked out of the laundry room with the laundry basket in her hand, she had just washed Jimmy’s clothes. Her phone rang immediately while she was in the hallway and she checked the caller ID. She was quite surprised to find out that it was her old man calling. He actually called first, it had to be important.

She clicked the green button immediately. “Hello Dad,” she greeted.

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