Good Boys

Babygirl

Amelia's POV

Friday night
This morning I was finally allowed to leave the hospital. They would've kept me there longer if I didn't beg to go home every day. I was there for five days, it was horrible. I was so excited to leave.

Officers came and questioned me, it ended with my father getting arrested. He was sentenced to four years in prison. Four years was nothing compared to losing my child.

Harrison admitted to me that this afternoon he told Tom everything, me getting beat, losing the baby, the whole shebang.

My life was like some sort of fucked up movie, the main character that has daddy issues and cries themselves to sleep.

I looked around my room, taking in the neutral colours and shadows. I'm gonna lose my fucking mind in here.

*Knock, knock*

I looked at my door before realizing no one was home. I turned my head the opposite way towards my window, oh fuck no. I averted my eyes, no way am I dealing with this right now.

He hasn't even come in yet and my cheeks are already soaked, "Why the fuck am I crying!" I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand.

"Amelia your shaking, is that normal?" He asked, climbing in through my window.

"I don't give a damn if it is or isn't! I could drop dead right now and I wouldn't care."

"Don't say that."

"I lost my fucking Baby!" I yelled at him, "I couldn't keep you here and I couldn't keep her here. I've lost practically everything good in my life so that sounds like a pretty damn good option!"

"You're not going to fucking die!" Tom said, finally saying exactly what he wanted, "I won't let you do that so stop saying things like that."

I wiped away my tears, "Her?"

I sighed, looking back up I lowered my voice, "It was a girl. I would've had a baby girl."

Tom's eyes were full of sorrow and pain, "It wasn't your fault."

"So who's was it Levi's? Sure he slipped up but it's my fault for getting pregnant in the first place! It was my fault for having sex with you, my fault for loving you, my fault for meeting you!"

I started crying hysterically. I opened my mouth to speak again but nothing came out.

"You couldn't have done anything to save her."

"I promised her I would keep her safe and I didn't because I'm a horrible mother!" I threw my hands in the air, "I killed my baby."

"You didn't kill her Amelia."

I ignored his words and rambled on about anything and everything as I paced back-and-forth in my room, "Five months, five fucking months."

Tom stepped forward and tried to grab my arms, "I killed my fucking baby! My baby girl Thomas do you hear me?"

"I hear you Amelia just calm down!" He sighed, "I lost her too."

"You didn't even want her Thomas! You weren't here!" I yelled, shaking my fists in anger as they stayed down by my sides.

Tom grabbed my hands, "Your gonna hurt yourself."

I yanked my arms away and hit his chest, "I hate you!"

"No, you don't." He said, taking every hit without a peep.

"Yes I do! I hate you so fucking much y-you weren't here! You didn't care!"