"What are we going to do about Marcus?" I asked Beau whilst washing the dishes.
"We'll go down the police station" he replied.
"Ok but what are we going to say?"
"That he has harassed you multiple times. He'll try it again if we don't put a stop to it, Mi." Beau said whilst texting on his phone.
"We should have done something about it the first time he-" Beau added, i cut him off before he could finish his sentence, i didn't want to hear it, i didn't want him to say it.
"Okay," I said cutting off his sentence.
"We'll go down the station tomorrow,"
"Okay," i agreed, wiping my hands on the table cloth. "Who you texting that's so important?" I asked staring at him whilst he smiled down at his phone.
"Na, it's just a friend." He responded.
"Kaitlyn?" I asked but I already knew the answer. He looked up from his phone to look at me.
"Yeah," he murmured, I rolled my eyes but Beau saw. “Why do you hate her so much?” He asked me, is he serious?
“She fucked you over so many times but yet you still bother being her friend?” I asked him confused, why does he even bother with her?
“She’s changed and we’re only friends,” He shrugged.
“No shit,” I mumbled.
“Amelia, just forget about Kaitlyn, please?” He begged.
“How can I when you’re sitting there texting her?” I moaned, why was I so jealous? Probably because I know that if he has a chance he’ll go running back to her… Come on, Amelia. Don’t think like that.
“I know, you’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll turn my phone off for the rest of the night, okay?” Beau suggested. I turned around to walk to the bedroom.
“Don’t ask me, do whatever you want.” I replied, god, why was I being such a bitch? Beau let out a small sigh before throwing his phone on the table. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled, spinning around to face him.
“No, you’re right. I should be spending more time with you then texting her. You just got you memory back and I’m on my phone 24/7. I’m sorry.” He sighed, pulling me into a hug.
“Mhmm, you should be.” I mumbled in the crook of his neck, joking. He let out a small chuckle before pulling away. “I’m sorry for being so clingy I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“No, I like you like this, shows you care.” He smiled but I knew he was partly lying.
“So you aren’t saying it’s annoying or anything?” I raised my eyebrow, grabbing my phone on from the wooden kitchen table.
“Maybe a little,”
"The girls called by the way," Beau's voice was faint as I scrolled down my messages. I hummed in response reading my texts.
I remember :D
Ehem, how comes we had to find out from the boys that you got your memory back? Not impressed.
P.S from Tilly and Georgia as well
Sorry girls:( been busy with Beau! Be happy! :) xx
I opened up the last message and choked. Just seeing his name made me have goose bumps, my temperature started rising and I found it hard to breathe all of a sudden.
I always get what I want, you haven't got rid of me yet.
"Beau," I croaked, shaking, passing him my phone so he could read the message. His eyes examined it carefully before inhaling sharply
"Fuck going down there tomorrow, we're going now. Grab your jacket." Beau ordered before grabbing the apartment and his car keys.