Angel With A Shotgun | 18+

eighty eight

AMARA CABOT

Ever since we've moved in, Alec and I have had sex almost every night.

I had cried a total of five times. Only because I've been overwhelmed with everything.

We have a house. An actual house. Somewhere for Joey to grow up. The boys finally have a permanent home.

It had been exactly a week since we've been settled in and I was getting ready for the housewarming party. Alec insisted, considering we'd be living here for a while.

I patted my cheeks with powder and and swiped one more thing of lipgloss onto my lips and sighed, making a toothy-grin with my smile before switching off the bathroom light.

"Well, don't you look beautiful." Alec said, wolf-whistling at me as he smacked my ass. I was wearing a tight black dress with long sleeves. It hugged my curves but still gave me enough room to breathe.

The necklace Alec gave me for Christmas was around my neck and my new phone was perched in my hand, "Are you alright love? You seem tense?" Alec smiled, rubbing my shoulders.

I sighed, nodding, "I'm fine. Just nervous." I smiled.

Alec kissed my forehead, "It will be fine. You've met all these people before. Besides, it's only a small gathering." 

Thirty people was NOT a small gathering. Non-the-less, I sucked it up.

The music was playing when I got down the stairs and the house smelled of vanilla and barbecue. I smiled, nothing like a New York summer.

"Here." Finn said, handing me a champagne. I smirked, taking it from him, "And what are you doing hmm? Handing out the alcohol?"

Finn shrugged, "Alec said I could." 

I looked over at Alec who was playing with Joey.

"Okay. One glass." I said, holding up my index finger. He winked at me, heading off.

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A few people had arrived right on time. The driveway was packed.

We had gotten heaps of plants and cutlery as well as dining utensils, "What are we going to do with so many plates." I gasped, trying my best to put all of the crockery away.

"Mar chill out. Have another champagne." 

I nodded, taking the wine from Finn.

I smoothed my hair down with my hands, a slight breeze from the air cooling me down.

However, when I brought the glass to my lips, the overbearing smell of alcohol made me nauseous. I put the glass down, feeling dizzy.

Maybe it's the heat. All the doors were open and there was a light breeze, but I still felt ill.

I placed my hand on the counter-top, trying to steady myself.

The cooks came around with mini pizza-rolls and I felt myself gag, "Mar you okay?" Giovanni asked, walking over to me. 

I tried to respond but the need to throw up was too strong. I pushed past him, holding my stomach as I bolted to the nearest bathroom. 

I closed the door and almost didn't make it. 

After I spilt my guts, I dry-heaved all the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl before flushing. "Disgusting." 

There was a knock on the door, "Occupied, sorry." I coughed, wiping my mouth, my wobbly knees giving out on me.

I sat on the bathroom floor, my cheek pressed to the cool tile of the wall.

"Amara, may I please come in?"

I stood for a second as I recognised the voice.

Slowly opening the door, Alec's mother was revealed. She sent me a warm smile, placing her champagne flute on the counter.

"Are you okay dear?" She asked, concerned. I nodded, "Must've eaten something bad." I shrugged it off.

Francesca's smile sent a relaxing shiver down my body. I felt her fingertips lightly brush my forehead and flinched, "I am sorry. I did not mean to startle you." She said softly. She spoke so formally, it was almost comforting.

"I'm quote disgusting, I apologise." I said, my throat sore.

Francesca shrugged, "When Alec was little, he was lactose intolerant, but that didn't stop him from eating chocolate and cheese." She joked, "He used to throw up almost every night."

I smiled, it's hard to think of Francesca and Alec as a family. I've always known she loved him, but she never showed him.

"You and Alec have never spoken about his childhood."

I'm not sure if I was treading on dangerous waters, but I wanted to know.

Francesca smiled, settling herself down beside me.

"Alec was never troubled or as damaged as he is now. His father made him that way." She said steadily, "He fed him lies and forced him into things at such a young age and I tried everything I could to stop it." 

He had told me about that. He was basically conditioned to feel like that.

"Ever since he's met you though, he's been different." She smiled.

"What do you mean different?" I asked, lifting my head from the wall.

Francesca shrugged, "He's more gentle, empathetic almost. He's more careful."

I laughed, "He thinks before he acts." 

She agreed, "Exactly. He has something to come home too, which is why he's careful."

I hadn't thought of it like that.

My smile faded and the nausea returned. I let out a breath, placing my hand against my head, "Enough about Alec, what about you? What's got you feeling ill?" She asked.

I shrugged, the sickness passing slowly.

"I'm not sure. I've been feeling a bit gross for a day or two now, only slightly though." 

Francesca looked excited but unsure, "Is there a chance you could be-"

Just as she was about to finish her sentence, a knock came from the door, "Come in." I said, lifting myself up off the floor as Francesca did the same, grabbing her champagne.

"Hey Mar are you- Mom!" Alec said, confused. They exchanged a quick hug before Alec looked at me, "Are you okay? Giovanni said he saw you run in here like ten minutes ago? I was looking for you?" He asked me softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. 

I nodded, "She's fine Alec, just felt faint. It must be the heat." Francesca winked, leaving the bathroom.

Once she was gone, Alec turned to me, "What did you and mother speak about?" 

I shrugged, "A secret." I winked.

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