I woke up the next morning with yells and bangs filling the house.
“Why the fuck didn’t you try to ring me?! I found out by fans tweeting me she has logged in to her account!” His voice echoed.
“We fucking tried but you kept declining the calls!” Luke yelled at Beau.
“I never received any calls!” Beau yelled back at Luke.
“Well, you must have because we all pretty sure we rang you at least 15 times.” Luke said more calmly.
“Look, can I just see her?” Beau’s voice got closer. I heard someone scoff.
“You can try but I doubt she’ll open the door to you, she locked herself in last night.” Luke replied.
“Amelia,” Beau called out from behind the locked door. “Please let me in,” He asked gently.
“Fuck off,” I said.
“Let me explain.” He tried to protest.
“There’s nothing to fucking explain.” I hissed.
“Mi, please, let me in.” He tried again.
“I said fuck off.” I spat with venom in my mouth.
“Amelia, don’t be like this.”
“Like what, Beau? You all fucking lied to me feeding me bullshit every time I asked you something and funnily enough I believed all your god damn lies. Just fuck off and leave me alone.”
“Amelia,” He growled. “Open the fucking door. I need to explain, maybe then you won’t hate me as much.” He said raising his voice. I was so close to exploding, I needed quiet, I needed some more time to myself. I felt tears building in my ocean blue eyes.
“Just go away!” I cried. I didn’t want to see him, not just yet. I heard him sigh, maybe he was giving up? I laid back down on the bed, peacefully enjoying the quiet. I went to close my eyes when the door flung open. Perfect.
“What part of ‘Fuck off and leave me alone’ did you not understand?” I asked Beau who was holding a key in his hand. I forgot he had a key to the door. I got up from the bed and stood next to it.
“Can we talk?” He asked.
“No,” I hissed. “Can’t you just go away?”
“Last time I checked this is my bedroom.” He said chuckling a bit trying to lighten my mood but he failed miserably. I just rolled my eyes at him, wanting him to leave me. “How are you taking it?” He asked.
“How am I taking it? Oh, well, let’s see. I have just found out that my ‘best friend’ is supposedly my boyfriend, he and I have been dating for 3 years and all my friends and him have been lying to me. Oh yeah, I’m quite alright. Thanks for asking.” I said sarcastically.
“Don’t blame the others, blame me. They have nothing to do with it.” Beau said closing the bedroom door behind him.
“So this was your fucked up plan?”
“No, it was DR Jenkins orders.” He sighed.
“What?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.
“That day when you woke up in the hospital, remember when I left the room?” He asked me. I nodded slowly. “He took me out telling me how you were not to know we were dating.”
“According to results and theories it would have been too much pressure on you and your brain, you already had a lot to take in after the accident.” He said looking down at the floor.
“And you don’t think I had a right to know? All of this has been a lie! Fuck,” I said, angry at him and the so called doctor.
“I’ve wanted to tell you, I’ve nearly told you, so many times but every time I mentioned it to DR Jenkins the subject wasn’t up for discussion.” He explained. I just stayed silent, I didn’t know what to say or do. “Say something?”
“What do you want me to say, Beau? I don’t know what to bloody say. I don’t even know what to even think right now.” I told him, whispering the last part.
“You want time?” He asked with pain filled in his eyes.
“Yeah,” I croaked.
“Okay,” He mumbled before walking out the bedroom door, closing it behind him.