I woke up, curled up into a ball in a bedroom. My white crop top was now tear stained with small splodges of mascara. My head was pounding, it was all too much.
"Hasn't he answered his phone yet?" I heard Luke's voice from behind the closed door.
"No, he's turned it off." Georgia muttered.
"What should we do?" Jai spoke up. Who else is in this house?
"Give her space," Georgia sighed.
"I'm going to fucking kill him when I see him." James spat.
"He should be the one there for her every second of the day," Georgia said.
"I'm sure he has a good explanation," Luke defended whoever they were talking about. I decided it was time to get up and stop eavesdropping.
Before opening the door I quickly glanced at myself in the mirror. I sighed as I saw the state I was in. Make up was all over the place. The remaining bits of mascara were all on my face. My hair was a mess; I looked like a drag queen. I tried cleaning myself up a bit by putting my hair in a messy bun and wiping off the mascara. It still didn't solve anything.
I walked into the living room to find Georgia and all the boys except Beau.
"Hey," I let out a silent whisper. Everyone's heads jerked towards me giving me a sympathetic look.
I gave a brief explanation to Georgia seeing as I was crying my heart out and could barely speak at the time. I'm guessing she told them seeing by their face expression. They all stayed silent.
"Georgia, can I use your shower?" I asked her trying to break the silence.
"Uh, yeah," She nodded so I made my way to her bathroom.
I started brushing through my tangled wet hair, staring at my appearance in the mirror which was placed in front of me. I placed the brush down on the bathroom counter letting out a small sigh.
I want what's mine.
Beau took you from me.
I'm taking what's mine.
What should we do with you, Amelia?
Oh, the things I could do to you.
His voice echoed continuously in my head, not leaving me alone, making me think about it all over again.
"Go away," I whispered, wanting the voices and thoughts to fade.
"Where the fuck were you?!" I heard James' voice ring through the house. I heard someone mumble something but I couldn't make out what it was.
"You were busy?! Is this a joke?!" James' yelled again. The voices came closer.
"What happened?" I heard his voice. My eyes widened.
"What happened?! Go the fuck home." James hissed at him.
"I want to see her!" Beau yelled at James.
"I don't think she wants to see you!" He yelled back.
"What the fucks going on?!" Georgia came rushing in the hallway, I think they were in the hallway anyway. I just stayed put and sat down on the floor, with my head leant on the bathroom door. I just want quiet, is that too much to ask for.
"Where is she?" Beau softened his voice.
"Not now, Beau. Come back tomorrow," Georgia replied.
"No. I got home to find her missing then find multiple miss calls. Where the fuck is she?"
"Beau, just go home." Georgia tried again.
"I NEED TO SEE HER GEORGIA! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!" Beau yelled as loud as he could. "I'm going crazy here," He mumbled. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to get away from all this noise, from all the shouting. I opened the bathroom door, I could see people staring at me from the corner of my eyes but I just kept them fixed on the floor, and made my way to the spare bedroom.
"Amelia," Beau whispered softly as I went past him. "Amelia, stop." He said, grabbing my wrists. I yelped out in pain and yanked myself out of his grip forcing myself to look into his eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed together, his eyes looking for an answer.
We soon lost eye contact as his eyes fell to my wrists, and so did mine. I didn't notice the purple bruise that was forming around them both from when Marcus gripped held of them. Beau gasped at the sight of them. His hand found his way to my cheek, placing it there but I flinched and turned my head around not to face him, but he gasped once again.
"What happened to your face?" I felt his eyes piercing into me. "What happened to you?" He tried asking again.
"Where were you?" I asked him silently, looking at him, ignoring his question. He didn't reply though, his lips twitched as he was getting ready to talk but nothing came out. "Where were you?" I asked again, louder.
"I-I was out," He stuttered not knowing what to say. I stared at him in disbelief.
"With a friend," He whispered, looking down at the floor not bearing to face me, he had guilt written all over him. I didn't say anything else; I spun around and continued walking to the bedroom. I couldn't face him. Who was his friend?
I slammed the door shut and slid down in, resting my head in my heads.
"Beau, you've done enough damage for the day." Georgia told him. "Do her a favour and just go home."
"Not until I know what happened."
"Marcus fucking happened." James spat.