Amelia
I was reading Me Before You when Lucah came through the door, rain drenching his clothes, and dampening his hair.
"Been at the gym, have you?" I question, smirking humorously at him.
He threw his bag down, and picked my legs up to sit in his lap when he sits on the couch. He started looking at me with a lust filled gaze.
"No, actually. Georgie said that I couldn't come in today, and my car broke down on the way back." He breathes out in frustration, "if he would've called twenty minutes earlier, I would've stayed home with my beautiful girlfriend, instead of being caught in this storm, and have to walk home in the rain."
There it goes again; random butterflies just jumping around in my stomach becausehe called me beautiful.
I smile sarcastically, "I want to meet her."
"Ha-ha." He says in a steely voice.
I smirk, "I'm hilarious, aren't I?"
He scratches his chin for a minute, "definitely."
Suddenly, he pulls me on to his lap. I squeal when he picks up. Before I can object, he starts tickling me.
Gasping for air, I say, "L-Lucah! S-stop, n-now!"
His hands keep tickling me as he grins, "on one condition."
"What?!" I yell, still feeling desperate.
"Kiss me." He demands, his hands pinning min above my head.
I smirk, "in your dreams."
Thinking he would just let me go, I'm surprised when he shrugs, "ok then." And starts tickling me all over.
"Ok! I give up!" I yell, no more breath left in me.
He let's a out victorious smile, and shakes his head a little, "I love you."
I bite my bottom lip, trying not to smile at the sound of his words, "I love you, too."
He grins at me, "now you need to fulfill your end, beautiful."
I roll my eyes, a small smile growing on my face. I pull his head down, and place a kiss on his mouth. I smile against his lips.
This boy.
*
I felt tears run down my face as Connar walked out the door.
Glass was everywhere....including my skin. Blood was on the carpet, and not to mention, my drunk brother just walked out of the house. The cuts burned from where the alcohol had seeped into my arms.
I couldn't help but think of what mom would do. How she would be strong, and help Connar. I missed her.
I missed them all.
Dad. Mom. Connar.
But they were all gone. This was the moment I lost faith in myself. I promised I'd leave if he ever hurt me again. Now that he has, I want to so badly, but I know I can't.
Blood starts clouding my eye from a cut in my forehead. I take my shirt, and gently rub the blood out. My body aches because of the little splinters of glass that has made its' way into my skin.
I make my way to the bathroom, before sitting down on the toilet. A big chunk of glass bulged from my leg, and I grasp the edge of it with my fingers.I wince in pain when the glass moves.
Bracing myself, I grab the side of the counter. My fingers play at the edge of the glass, and hot tears make their way down my face.
I scream in agony when I pull the glass out, blood starting to pool out of the wound.
Suddenly, a wave of dizziness pulls at my head, and a voice I love comes through, "Amelia?! What the hell is wrong?!"
I'm being shaken awake violently. Lucah hovers over the side of me, worry creasing his brow. I realize it's just a dream, one that really happened, but still just a dream. Lucah's hand cup my face, sending heat through my body.
"Are you okay?" His voice is softer, making me want him to just hold me.
"No." I whisper.
That's all that needs to be said, before he pushes the blanket aside, and crawls into bed with me. His arms envelop me in warmth, and his head buries itself in the crook of my neck.
At that moment, I feel nothing but happiness and relief. My worries seem to fade with every passing minute, and before I know it, I'm drifting to sleep again.
*
I wake to a blaring noise coming from my nightstand. I pull the phone up to my face, before turning the alarm off. Lucah has one arm draped over my waist, and the other flung on top of my head.
I giggle lightly at the predicament. Our position was a mess, just like our lives. Our lives were messy, but beautiful.
I love him with all my heart, and he loves me. I can feel it.
I get a warm tingly feeling when I'm with him, one that only he can provide. Electricity courses through me everytime we kiss, or touch. He calms me down when my life is a huge mess, and I feel like dying.
Lucah shifts next to me, before he sleepily mumbles, "I'm in love with you, beautiful."
I smile to myself, "I know."
Suddenly, my phone rings again.
I thought I turned the alarm off?
I look at the screen, realizing it's am unidentified number. I swipe the green icon, and pull it up to my face.
"Hello?" I mumble.
"Is this Ms. Moore?" A mans voice sounds.
I clear my throat, "yes. Why?"
"I'm sorry to inform you that your brother is in our intensive care. He had you labeled as his emergency contact. He was found with a gunshot wound in his torso. We aren't sure if he'll make it at this point. He hasn't woken up since the incident, and we aren't sure if he'll wake up anytime soon." He pauses, "we need you to fill out some paperwork. I'm so sorry I had to deliver you this news, b-"
"I'll be there in an hour, just keep him alive." I cut in.
I cut the call, and give Lucah a sad look, "C-Connar...h-he's been s-shot."
Lucah's face goes slack, and he jumps up. Before I know it, I had my phone and cash in my hands, and I was walking out the door. Lucah catches up to me as I run down the hall.
In the car, I don't speak. My brother has been shot. My brother's been fucking shot!
I can't believe I didn't forgive him. He gave up his pride, and told me he was sorry. I've been nothing but a bitch since I left. I could've talked to him, I could've just told him I still loved him. But instead I told him he wasn't my brother.
If he dies, it'll kill me knowing I helped.
***
Lucah
She hasn't talked since she told me what happened. Connar was shot, and he might not make it. Honestly, if he didn't mean something to Amelia, I would not care.
"Are you ok?" I whisper into the silence.
"No. No! I'm not! He-he's my brother, Lucah! I told him I wish he weren't my brother! For all I know he could've done that to himself, or gotten into a situation like that because of what I did! He could die because of my stupidity!" She yells into the car.
"Hey! I'm not going to sit here and listen to you say it's your fault! Amelia, I'm trying to be nice, ik trying to be supportive, but I will not sit here and listen to you downgrade yourself for something out of your control! I will not let you blame yourself!" I yell.
Tears stream down her face as she says, "maybe if I wasn't such a bitch."
"Don't, Amelia. When my mom died I blamed myself, as if an eight year old could've stopped cancer. I believed she left because of me and dad. I blamed myself for dad's death, and if Connar dies, I will not let you blame yourself." I say harshly.
"I can't lose him, Lucah. I already lost everyone else, I can't lose him," She cries.
"You'll never lose me." I say confidently.
"You'll never lose me either." Her voice cracks with emotion.
I knew she needed me, and I will always be there for her, too. I love her, and if she needs me to sit and be quiet, just so she can cry over her sick minded brother, than so be it.
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A/N: Hey! It's been three days since I last posted, and I have had major writers block. I've had algebra equations running forwards and backwards through my mind.
I have been knee deep in homework and choir songs, so I'm really sorry. I love all my readers, and school will be out soon, so more updates!
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