Someone Like Hugh -Draft Complete And EDITING-

Chapter Twenty Seven

Amelia's POV:

I quickly washed his plate and wished him good night. I made my way upstairs before the exhaustion set in again. I didn't even hear him following me, stuck in my head, focusing on my goal. 

I stepped into my room pulling the door shut behind me. I didn't hear it close all the way, but I assumed it just needed to be closed the last little bit. I walked to the lamp and pulled my shirt off, leaving only my bra on. I turned on the light to hear him call out "Amelia".

Frozen in fear and shock, I stared at him as his eyes raked over my torso. Blisters had already started to form from the burns and scars covered my body.  "HUGH!" I yelled grabbing the folded throw blanket from the foot of my bed and covering myself. I darted to the bathroom. I slammed the door shut and locked it.

He just saw all those scars, and marks. There was no going back now. 

"Amelia!" he yelled, knocking on the door.

I sank to the ground with my back against the wall beside the door. My body ached, but I ignored the feeling. I took a couple deep breaths and forced myself to try and correct my breathing. I kept the blanket around me, careful not to let it touch my sensitive chest.

"Please talk to me, I didn't mean to invade your privacy, it was an accident," he pled.

"It's fine," I replied, holding back my sobs.

"It's not fine. You deserve so much better than this. Is this how it's always been?"

"It never used to be quite this bad," I replied softly.

"You need to get something on those burns," he spoke.

"I'll be okay," I replied somberly.

"How can you just accept this?" he asked. "Doesn't it bother you that you're treated this way?"

"How could it not?"

"How can you accept it? You don't deserve this."

"I'm not the person you think I am. I wish I was, though."

Biting back my pain I began to open my blanket. I carefully stood and made my way to the sink. I reached back behind me, trying to unfasten my bra. I cried out softly at the contact between my arms and my sides as I attempted to unclip it.

"Do you need any help?" he asked worriedly through the door.

"You have to promise not to ask anymore questions," I replied. "And you can't peek."

"Alright, I promise, for now. I can promise I won't ask any until tomorrow, after that, I can't promise."

"Fine."

"Also I promise I won't try to peek or see anything intentionally. If I see something while helping, I can't help that."

"Fine," I spoke again, feeling tired. I unlocked the door and turned my back to it.

He slowly entered, I lowered the blanket. "I can't unhook it," I whispered.
Slowly he stepped closer. He lifted his hands and unclasped my bra. I hissed a little as my chest sprung free.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes thank you," I spoke holding up my hand to cover my chest.

"Do you need any other help?" He asked respectfully turning his head away.

"No thank you, I'll be alright," I replied. He turned and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

I adjusted the water to room temperature, and carefully moved into the shower. Thankfully I only had a few small blisters forming, the rest of my face and torso were tender. I washed my hair, careful not to let the water spray on my chest.

I quickly finished my shower and applied aloe, before slipping on a tshirt, leggings, and underwear. I stepped back into the room and found Hugh sitting on my bed, waiting.

"You don't have to stay. I'll be okay," I whispered as I made my way to my bed. I was exhausted and needed to rest.

I carefully peeled back the blankets and slid under the covers. After a moment I heard him kicking off his shoes and felt the bed dip as he leaned back onto the bed beside me. "I'm not leaving you tonight, Amelia. If i hear her coming, I'll hide to make you happy, but I'm not leaving you."