Someone Like Hugh -Draft Complete And EDITING-

Chapter Six:

Hugh's Pov:

Before long we were pulling up to the manor. Amelia had made it seem like a small family house, but instead it was a large mansion. "Woah," I said softly.

"It can be alot to take in. It was for me," she smiled sadly. She pulled around the driveway to the back. She parked in front of a couple large doors and got out of the car. I did the same, slinging my backpack over my shoulders.

She pushed a button on the little remote attached to her keys and one of the doors opened. She led me inside and I to the kitchen. "If you'd like, you can wait here and I'll get the bags from the car," she smiled.

"With that shoulder?" I teased pointing to her shoulder. "Let me help you," I added setting my bag down.

"It's really alright, you're a guest," she smiled.

"I insist," I pushed. We returned to her car and began bringing in the bags and boxes.

Just as we finished, a shrill, angry voice rang out. "Amelia Dawson!" The voice continued. I noticed her inhale and a weird sense of calm washed over her. The woman strode up to Amelia and gripped her arm, the one with the wounded shoulder. Amelia gave no reaction to the pain she must he feeling.

I felt anger begin to rise in my body. "Yes mother, would you like to meet our guest?" Amelia spoke calmly. Her face was blank, no sign of the strong, wonderful woman I had spent the greater part of my day with. She seemed like a shell, there was no life left in her eyes.

"Why yes!" Her mother called out, turning toward me. "I'm Delilah, it is a great pleasure to meet you. We have seen all of your movies and are quite fond of them. Did my daughter have you helping with her chores? I do apologize, she's poorly trained."

I looked back at Amelia, the color had drained from her face. She turned to start putting away the groceries. "I actually insisted. I'm so grateful for your hospitality, I wished only to pull my weight and show my gratitude. She insisted I rest, but I wouldn't take no for an answer, besides she shouldn't be lifting with that hurt shoulder of hers," I explained.

"Is that so?" she asked turning back to glare at Amelia. "One moment please, while I have a word with my daughter."

Her mother practically dragged her out of the room by her arm. They were gone for about ten minutes. When they returned, Amelia seemed to be limping a little bit. Our eyes met for a moment and I could almost hear her begging me to say nothing.

"My son James will give you a tour of the house and show you to your room. I hope you'll find everything satisfactory," her mother spoke with a fake smile.

"Alright, thank you," I smiled. "I'll be back down here to meet up with you in a bit, Amelia."

"It's alright, Mr. Hunt. Please feel free to do as you like," she spoke in the same flat tone she had used before. I didn't want to leave her, but at the moment it seemed like the only option. She looked like a ghost, like part of her was long gone as she made her way around the kitchen without turning her face toward me again.