Someone Like Hugh -Draft Complete And EDITING-

Chapter Twenty Six

Hugh's POV:

I crept down the stairs and hid just around the corner. I didn't want tk leave Amelia alone to deal with her mother.

"No wonder Hugh is so obsessed with you. When you wear those tight leggings you are just begging for attention. I don't understand how I could have ever birthed such a corruptive dirty whore," her mother sneered. 

Amelia ignored her and finished clearing all of the place settings at the table. She wiped down the table and brought the leftovers to the kitchen. 

Delilah followed her into the kitchen and took the nearly full gravy boat from the counter. She quickly placed it in the microwave for a minute. She removed it carefully, so she wouldn't burn herself.

Amelia turned to face her. "I don't know what you have been telling that boy, but I won't tolerate it. You are a slut, and sluts get punished." she sneered as she dumped the gravy boat on Amelia, burning her skin. 

I was fueled by rage as Amelia stood there, refusing to give her a reaction. I held myself in place, remembering my promise to her, though I hated myself for it. What good would my promise be if her mother killed her?

"Now apologize," Delilah demanded. 

"I am sorry mother for ruining dinner," she replied. 

"Now clean up this mess. Make sure you cook something worthwhile tomorrow," she smirked and left the room. 

A few moments later I entered the room. "Are you alright?" I asked worriedly.

"Just stop trying to help, Hugh," she called out frustratedly. Wiping the gravy from my face. 

"What do you mean?" I asked, reaching out to brush a bit of gravy from her cheek. Instantly, I withdrew my hand, burned by the heat. "Good God, doesn't that burn? How could she do to you?"

"Stop getting in the middle!" She yelled back at me. I ignored her, grabbing a clean dish towel and trying to wipe the gravy from her hair. 

"Amelia, this isn't normal, you deserve so much better than this," I spoke wiping the sides of her neck as she wiped down the front of her shirt.

"Please, just go spend time with my siblings. You don't need to get wrapped up in what happens to me. Enjoy your time here with them. Forget about this, and forget about what I told you earlier," she turned and staggered against the sink. Gripping onto the edges, careful not to fall. 

"When was the last time you ate anything?" I asked her. 

"About five minutes ago, gravy," she blurted out sarcastically. It wasn't a lie, "As I was spitting out my forced apology, some of the gravy dripped into my mouth."

"That doesn't count," I spoke worriedly. 

"I don't know, I think yesterday morning. But I'm not really hungry Hugh," she replied, backing away if she was trying to put more distance between us. "I just want sleep right now, but I need to finish this, and I need to bathe," she added. 

"Let me help you," I spoke. She shook her head. "I wasn't asking, now tell me where all of these go, or I'm guessing and you'll never be able to find them," I teased, grabbing the leftovers from the counter.

She handed me empty containers and began to handwash the dirty dishes I sorted the leftovers nicely into the bins and she was mostly finished with the dishes by the time that I finished.

She left a plate with a little of everything to the side, and had me eat. 

"This is amazing, " I complimented as I took a bite. 

"It was okay, I'll do better tomorrow," she whispered. 

"Don't do that, not with me."

"What?" 

"Don't devalue yourself like that," I replied.