Good Boys

Hospital

Amelia's POV

Sunday night
Levi and I had finished eating a few minutes ago. Now we're packing away the dishes, chatting away in boredom.

"I would've thought that he broke up with her, not the other way around!" Levi laughed.

"I know right? She was in love with him but at a concerning level."

"For real! She was a real creep, I didn't like her at all." My brother said as his face scrunched in disgust.

"You could've said something Lee, we would've stopped hanging out with her."

He shrugged, "Too late now."

"Did she ever make you uh like uncomfortable?"

"No, no way! Even if she did I would've told you Millie."

I nod while pointing at him, "You better, always come to me if you need help Levi."

"I know." He cleared his throat, "Tom asked me about you."

Just his name makes me sad.

"Can we not talk about him?"

"Yea for sure, sorry Millie."

"It's fine." We stayed quiet for a while before Levi spoke again.

"Well on another note I was thinking maybe I could go in with you to the hospital?" I looked at him, utterly confused.

"When you're ready to deliver? I mean if Paris isn't available I can watch the baby once it gets here so you can actually get some sleep."

"We can talk about that when the time comes." I grab the last dish from Levi and pat his shoulder.

"Wanna help me with my essay?"

"Yea why not?"

I nod and turn around, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge we walked out of the kitchen. Surprise my dad was home.

"What are you fuckers doing?"

"We're just going up to my room."

I tried to walk around him, failing miserably. He ripped the water from my hands so roughly that I stumbled back, tripping over one of the dining room chairs I fell onto the ground. Levi rushed to my side and bent down next to me.

"I'm fine." I muttered to my concerned brother. Just as I stood up, finally gaining my balance back my father hit me in the face. Not even with his hand, it was a fucking golf club.

I doubled over in pain, holding my face. He hit me with his club again, this time on my back.

"Dad stop please!" Levi said, trying to pull his body away from mine.

"Please you'll hurt her even worse!"

He hit my lower back before Levi was able to force himself between us, "Your gonna hurt them! Stop please I'm begging you, not now papa."

"Them?" He lowered his club.

"What?"

"You said them."

"I meant her, your gonna hurt Amelia. Please stop?"

Our father chuckled, "It all makes sense now."

"What?" Levi asked, just as confused as I was.

"That's why you've been so much more protective lately. You're always getting in the way."

He stepped forward, inching closer to Levi, "Always around her."