A Christmas Wish Come True (part ll)

Chapter Fourteen

Amy's POV:

I lay in the bed that actually is called my room even though it's a guest room I used every day it seemed like.

I lay awake starring at the ceiling. I thought of all the times I was jeolous of Amelia having maria as a girlfriend. I remember when I kissed her. I never will forget that kiss. To me, it almost binded to me that I basically ignored the best friend who's always been there for me, was dead and gone in the ashes.

I cover my face with my hands as tears well in my eyes. How could I have been so selfish? How could I have been so cruel?

Just as i was gonna throw more insults at myself i hear a soft clink. From the window.

I open my eyes, putting my hands down. "Huh?" I whisper as I stand up. I go to the window.

I stifle a yelp as I see mine and Amelia's very, very old friend-Owen.

"Owen?" I whisper.

He stares up at me.  He has sea green eyes, fluffy brown hair, pale skin.   He has on a  matching green hoodie with white laces.  He has on his black sneakers with white laces and worn out jeans.

I open my window and stare down at him.  "Owen,  what are you doing here? I haven't seen you in at least two years!"

"Keep your voice down!"  He whisper-shouts.

"Sorry!"  I whisper.

"Hey, please can we talk? I've been seeing some things about you, Amelia, and another girl, I wanna talk to you." 

"No."  I groan, shutting  the door.  I lay on my bed for not even ten seconds and hear the soft clink, clink, clink  of rocks hitting my window. 

I groan loudly.

I quickly grab my knife and hide it in my pocket.  Even though this is a city, it's quite late and I want to make sure I have protection.  I would take my gun  but I doubt I'll need it.  Plus, I only use my gun when me and Maria are out doing our job. 

I drape my cloak over and go outside after putting my shoes on. 

I go over to him as he stares at me. 

"You look...beautiful."  he whispers. 

I stare at him.  How could I possibly be beautiful? I thought to myself.  There's not a single thing beautiful about me.  I'm a lying, bratty,  jerk.  No one could ever love that. 

"Thanks."  I mumble half-heartedly. 

"Okay, I have a place I wanna bring you,  come on."  He starts walking,  I hesatently follow. 

I go on his right side starring ahead.  "So,   where are you taking me?" 

He gives me a sideways glance.  "Just a place."  He responds.

Sketchy.  I thought.  Maybe I should've brought my gun.  I haven't seen Owen in at least a year.  Of course we still talk on social media and stuff like that, but I haven't been on social media or Facebook or any of my online apps in a long time.  But, where is he bringing me?  Is he bringing me somewhere then trying to hurt me?  But, Owen's very gentle, why would he hurt me? 

We walk in silence for most  of it,  after awhile I see lights up ahead. 

I notice that it's a small park that me,  Owen, and Amelia used to go to.  This is the place I met Owen with Amelia.  We were only about eight when we met. 

I look up at him since he's way taller than me.  "Why are we here?"  I ask quietly.

"I just wanted to talk."  He answers as we walk along the sideway into the park.