Under Control

13: I Like You

Amilia pov:

"So you're the leader?" I sat up and cleaned the bloody bandages and towels.

"Yes."

What the hell did I get myself into? Rubbing my face I try not to over or under think this situation, I needed to be rational.

"I understand if you want to leave." She stood with her arms crossed, eyes towards the ground, like a scolded child.

"Do you kill people?" I sat myself on the counter, my hands wrangled together.

"Yes. Plenty." She was honest.

"Do you like it?" She stayed quiet for a moment, biting her lip before speaking.

"More than I should, yes." 

She is kind, sweet, caring, cocky, a jackass, funny and yet she kills people. How can… that's not fair to even ask, I mean I've killed people, I keep killing people to get away.

"You may not believe me but I'm sorry. Truly I am." She gritted her teeth, her body language screaming in anger.

"Come here." My voice was quiet, I almost thought she couldn't hear it.

Slowly walking to me she stood in front, her eyes down and her arms crossed still. Sighing, I reached out and pulled her closer, lodging her between my legs. Running my hands down her arms I place them on my thighs.

"Look at me." She huffed and showed me her beautiful eyes. They held so much anger and shame, something she rarely shows.

"I'm sor-" covering her mouth with my hand I shut her up. She was being honest, she was being vulnerable, and I would be a hypocrite to judge her for things I've also done.

"I killed my parents... They abused me till I was 17, I couldn't take it anymore so I killed them. Now every so often a man or woman will come after me to try and take me back there. Or worse." I felt years of guilt and worry fall off my shoulders at finally getting to tell someone this.

She didn't speak but her eyes went wide in shock.

"My uncle is a wealthy businessman that wants me dead because I killed his brother, my father. If I so much as go anywhere near Idaho or put myself out there too much, I'll be found and taken to jail. Or killed." 

The air was tense and thick, neither of us saying anything after my confession. She had nothing in her eyes, a neutral look on her face. I felt ready to leave, being too exposed made my skin crawl.

Lips landed on mine as hands pulled me closer, a deep rumbling from her chest. Moaning into the kiss I pulled her in, wrapping my arms around her.

"Oh god… I need you. You're perfect." Her words made me shiver.

My hands ran across her skin, reaching and touching anything I could. A hiss left her when my hand pressed her wound a little too hard.

"A-Azrael… we should talk about t-this." I moan into the kiss, my lips never leaving.

"Why? You're fucked up, I'm fucked up, we can talk later." Pulling me closer she lifts me into her arms despite her injury.

"Yes but- fuck." She pins me against a wall, her lips attacking my neck.

"Do you really want to talk?" She stops for a moment, the air thick and making me hot.