Book 2 Chapter 11.
Amelia POV.
It has been days since the last incident, and I am walking around now. Well, I say walking, I’m
walking like Quasimodo from the Hunchback Of Notre Dame. But still it’s a win in my book.
The sooner I get moving, the sooner I can leave this hospital. The sooner I can then lock myself in my bedroom and stay there for all eternity. I was planning on running away, but
what’s the point? I would be found. So it is best for me to stay at home.
I won’t be going back to school, but I can complete my studies online, not that I have much
left to do with any of my subjects. Again, isolating myself from the world.
I let my parents in to see me with the twins and I was told Leo was looking for Gabriel with the
help of Richie and Hector Torres, Gabriel’s father. I didn’t acknowledge anything about Leo or
Gabriel. I mean, what do they want me to say?
I’m shocked that Leo is still breathing after what he told us, but he is. I have refused to talk
about him. I don’t want anything to do with him. He was going to hurt me before he changed
his mind.
Not that he would want me now. I mean, who would now given the situation? I thought it
would have been bad enough for the man I decided to be with having to get past my family
and now this. No, I will be a spinster with dogs instead of cats.
I will be the crazy dog lady and treat my dogs as babies because I plan on never putting
myself through that pain of the uncertainty of being able to conceive or not. I mean, what the
f**k am I even thinking about? Hell, I don’t even have a boyfriend and I’m stressin about the
future.
I walk back to my bed and climb up slowly before I lay back down. The door opens and my
mom walks inside with aunty Katya.
“Hi bean, you look like you’ve just ran a marathon. You ok?” Mom asks as she puts a duffle
bag on the sofa and walks towards me. Aunty Katya kisses my cheek and smiles at me.
“All I did was walk around the room. But I’m really tired now, though.” I say, which causes them both to laugh.
“Yeah, I can imagine. You are pushing yourself. You still need to rest. Well, we are here to tell
you that you can go home tomorrow. You are making great progress. But you will be doing
nothing at home apart from school work and putting your feet up.” Mom says and I smile at
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her when I see movement by the door and look and see my dad, uncle Havoc, and Leo. Great.
“When can I go back to work?” I ask because being stuck in the mansion with a helicopter
parent will drive me insane.
“Not for a few weeks.” Well, that’s just bullshit.
“Fine, but you do know all I do is sit down to work, right? So it’s not like I will be walking round.
“I say to her, and she narrows her eyes at me. Ok, I won’t mention it again.
“How are you feeling?” I know what she is asking about, and I just shrug. There is nothing to really say on the matter. It is what it is.
“Honestly, I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to feel, so for now I don’t want to talk
about it if that is ok.” I say and my mom looks sad but nods her head. It must be hard to have a daughter who is closed off about this. But it is my business, not hers or anyone else’s.
So if I don’t think about it or talk about it, I will forget about it. It is safer that way, otherwise
will drown in it and I don’t want to do that either.
I push the thought away. I have learnt over the past few days to mask my feelings on the
subject. Not wanting to make people uncomfortable so I will just pretend that I am not dying
on the inside at the thought I may never have any kids and just become the crazy dog lady I
want to be.
“Hey bean.” I look up at my dad as he walks towards me. He leans down and kisses my head
before he whispers in my ear. “Be nice.” I just nod once and plaster a fake smile on my face as
uncle Havoc looks at me.
“You got wind?” He asks and I narrow my eyes at him as he smirks before walking over and
hugs me and kisses my head before he whispers in my ear. “Just say the word and I will kill
him,” he says before he pulls back and winks at me.
I love uncle Havoc. He is like a junkyard dog. Very protective of me ever since I was born. I make the okay sign with my index finger and thumb and wink at him, and he chuckles. When I look at Leo and he is so intense with the way he watches me.
It doesn’t make my skin crawl. It sends sparks of something else through me, making me shiver. He walks to me and I have to play nice.
He leans forward and kisses my head before he whispers in my ear. What is it with these men today? “You don’t have to play nice, oh, and you are not getting away from me that easily. Even if Havoc does kill me, I will haunt you.” He says with a chuckle and I shiver and gasp as his nose trails down my cheek as he pulls away.
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The air leaves my lungs in a whoosh. And I gulp. Is it hot in here? Did someone turn up the
temperature in the room? Maybe I’m going into menopause. Can that happen? Is that going to
happen to me? f**k my life, I’m eighteen and going in to the damn menopause.
Ok, brain enough with the melodramatics. Jesus!
I don’t know where to look as I feel my cheeks heat up. No Lia, he is Storm’s son. He was going to hurt you. He can’t be trusted.
But he did save me. He could have been killed. He didn’t leave me. He stayed in the hospital
after I told him to leave.
Stupid girl, that was his guilt. Urgh! God, I hate my brain. Bipolar much?
“Guys, could you give us the room, please?” Leo asks and I look at him and my mom was
hiding her smile and is failing at that. Same as aunty Katya is. Dad and uncle Havoc are both
scowling. But do as Leo has asked. Havoc glares at Leo as aunty Katya pulls him out of the
room.
When the door closes with a gentle click, Leo walks to the bed and sits down.
“I’m sorry. I know you probably don’t want to hear it, but I am and I am going to tell you my
side of things. If you decide after wards you still want nothing to do with me, then I will walk
away, but I will protect you from afar. You are not the only victim in all of this, Amelia. I am
too.” He says and I think about what he is saying.
Can I listen to his words? To his side of this bullshit? Is he trying to manipulate me?
My gut is telling me to trust him, my head is telling me to shoot him and my heart, well, my
heart is looking at him like he hung the moon. The first man to ever truly notice me. Whatever
he has to say is going to be difficult to hear. But I have to know. I have to make an informed
decision. But I can’t do that without the fact, all the facts.
“Ok, start talking.”
