Angel With A Shotgun | 18+

fourteen

AMARA CABOT

I was laying in my bed, staring at the wooden canopy that hung above my bed.

My leg was cold as it had to stay elevated. It was propped up on a pillow, the rest of my body under the covers.

My mind was racing. I was still shaken up from the events that occured only hours ago.

I had gone downstairs to grab a glass of water and everything had been cleaned up. The blood, the broken house... the bodies. It gave me chills, the fact that Alec can click his fingers and everything is done at his beck and call. 

I had tried to find Alec, but he was avoiding me.

I turned to my side, Joey fast asleep and squished into my side, taking half the bed up with his body. And then Finn was asleep on the couch in my room. Both of them refused to leave my side. 

And besides, I don't really want them alone either.

I sigh, rubbing my hands over my face as I sit up, seeing stars from doing it too fast.

Hobbling on one leg, I struggle to walk to the door. Eventually pushing it open, I see darkness and I'm taken back to before. My mouth goes dry and I lick my lips.

My hand instinctively went to my mouth where I had been drugged with a cloth. I shivered away the memories and started down the hall, feeling my way around as I finally found the bathroom.

I flicked on the light, wincing at the harshness of it.

I held onto the sink, glancing at myself in the mirror.

My hair is pulled loosely into a ponytail, my pyjama pants are too small and cutting off my circulation and I'm wearing Finn's old hoodie that surprisingly fits me.

I frown at the permanent worry lines on my forehead, my hollow cheeks and undereye bags that are more purple than they were yesterday.

I rub my temples, my vision spotty as I see a figure approach the door.

I almost scream until I see that it's Alec.

He looks... normal.

A plain black shirt that shows off his muscles, a tattoo sleeve on his right arm. He's wearing grey sweatpants and white socks. His hair is a mess and he rubs his hand over his face, tiredly.

I see his eyes as he does a once over his body, his throat tensing as he swallows. 

"H-hi." I stutter, moving out of his way, almost tripping.

"What are you doing in here?" He asked me sternly. "I um- couldn't sleep."

"So you decided to wander around my house at midnight?" Alec growled, picking up his toothbrush.

I looked at my sock clad feet, awkwardly.

"I'm sorry." I said quietly, "I'll go." 

I made it to the doorway when the door closed. I heard it click and I turned to find Alec standing over me, closer than I thought. the toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, "Sit." He said.

I sat.

This bathroom was bigger than our house! A giant shower, spa-bath with two sinks, a big mirror as well as a checkered floor. There was a black chair in the corner of the bathroom which I was currently sitting on. It was opposite the sink. 

At least the bathroom is clean, mostly white and grey with a simple blue toothbrush sitting in a marble holder.

"Is there something wrong with my bathroom?" Alec said. His voice made me jump, I shook my head, "I just find it odd that there's a chandelier in here." I shrugged my shoulders.