“Amelia,” I heard someone whispering beside me. I fluttered my eyes open to find James smiling down at me.
“Hey,” I said hoarsely.
“Beau’s here to pick you up,” As he said this I let out a sigh. “You’re going to have to face him at some point.”
“Yeah, I know.” I said. “I don’t know why I’m so angry at him,” I told him.
“I would be if I was you, he should have been there to protect you.”
“Yeah but it sounds so weird. I’m not his to protect,” He started laughing when I said this. “What?”
“You’ll find out some day,” He said getting off the bed.
“James, not you too!” I moaned.
“Everyone’s keeping stuff from me,” I pouted.
“You’ll thank us later.” He smiled before walking out of my room. I let out a frustrated groan in my pillow.
I got out of bed, ignoring the mirror in front of me not daring to look at what I looked like. I imagined the bruise on my face to be worse from yesterday. I put my converse on and walking out to the living room ready to face everyone. James, Jai, Georgia and Beau were sat on the armchairs and sofas.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” Georgia asked me.
“Good, thanks for letting me crash here.” I gave her a weak smile.
“Don’t be silly, you’re always welcome! It’s not the first time you have anyway.” She said pulling me in for a hug. I looked up to find Beau sitting on the sofa staring at the floor in deep thought, I noticed his knuckles were bruised, cuts all over them just like a few days ago.
“Beau,” James snapped Beau out of it. Beau looked up realising I was in the room.
“Uh, ready?” He asked and I nodded.
“Bye guys.” I hugged Georgia, Jai and James goodbye and headed out the door. I felt so rough.
Beau unlocked the car as we got out the front door so we could head home.
“Mi, please say something.” Beau whispered as he was about to start up the car.
“There’s nothing to say,” I mumbled.
“You just said something though,” I didn’t have to look at him to know he would be grinning. I bit my lip to suppress a smile. “I’m sorry,” He whispered sadly. I didn’t reply, I kept my eyes fixed on the window beside me, enjoying the scenery as we drove past it.
“Talk to me,” Beau said as we walked through the apartment door. I kept my mouth shut. “Amelia, please, I can’t bear the fact of you hating me.” Beau said quietly.
“Beau, I could never hate you.” I whispered.
“Then talk to me, I’m here for you.” He pleaded.
“You weren’t yesterday.” I looked down at the floor. “When I needed you the most.” I finished.
“I’m sorry, I’ve dealt with Marcus.” He explained.
“That’s not the point.”
“What do you want me to do Amelia? I’m trying my hardest to be here for you every step of the way. One thing goes wrong and you turn against me. Don’t you think it hurts me to see you like this? To even imagine that bastard touched you against your will? I’m here for you now, and I promise I won’t let him near you ever again.” Beau’s eyes turned glassy.
“I’m sorry,” I croaked. I buried my head in my hands, bursting into tears, reflecting on everything that’s happened. I suddenly felt someone wrap their arms around me. I didn’t bother to move, I knew it’ll be Beau. He kissed my head, keeping me in his arms.
“I’m here,” Beau whispered.
“Beau, I’m scared.” I cried.
“I know,” He mumbled. He picked me up and placed me on the bed, lying down next to me, pulling me next to him, filling in the empty gap between us, and his arms snaked over my waist.