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29| Get The Girl

Amelia

I walked out of my bathroom after taking another shower and changing into my clothes and went and sat on the edge of my bed. I looked around the room which was as I had left it, completely neat, and sighed through my nose before leaning backwards and resting my back on the soft mattress of my bed facing the ceiling. I still can't believe that I'm back and to be honest I never expected this day to come. I thought I would be dead but I'm not and now I'm here and it looks like nothing happened and I was never taken away. Everything just seems to be so normal even though I now it's not, in fact it's far from it. I should be feeling happy that I'm back I must but I'm not completely because I miss something... I miss him. I really don't know how this happened he managed to get under my skin so easily and now I can't do a single thing without thinking about him, his magnetising green eyes, his chocolate brown curls, his plump pink lips and the way he smiled at me this morning. I groaned angrily and covered my face with my hands.

"Stop thinking.It's over...over." I whispered the last part to myself and it felt like someone stabbed me right in the heart, such a painful feeling. A light knock was heard on the door followed by my mother's calm voice.

"Amelia can I come in?" she asked.

"Yes." I shouted and sat up on the bed as she opened the door and walked in.

"How are you feeling?" she asked me in a low voice walking towards my bed.

"Better,more relaxed." I reassured her and she smiled at me weakly before sitting next to me. She took my hand in hers and with the other one caressed my cheek.

"I was so scared Amelia, I still am." she said truthfully with a trembling voice as her eyes started filling with tears. I shook my head and hugged her tightly.

"Don't worry mum I'm here now, nothing is going to happen." I said still holding her while she rubbed my back lightly.

"Did they hurt you or-or do anything to you?" she asked in a whisper maybe too afraid to hear my answer.

"No." I shook my head vigorously as images of one particular night came back in my head. The night that Harry came in his house completely drunk. 'YOU'RE MINE' those were his words and maybe then they freaked me out but now I don't care I'm his, every single part of me is.

"Amelia what exactly happened that night?" she asked and pushed me away looking into my eyes. My lips parted slightly and I tried to speak but before I could do that Mike came running into the room holding one of his car toys in his hand.

"Mum, mum." he called.

"What is it Mike?" mum asked concerned.

"Two police officers came." he said and jumped on the bed.

"Okay, Amelia come with me." she said and stood up slowly looking at him.

"You can use my computer." I told Mike with a wink and he smiled at me. I walked downstairs following mum and practically hiding behind her.

"Clara, how are you?" one of them greeted her extending his hand out for her to shake it.

"Now I'm better." mum replied with a small smile and took my hand.

"I'm glad to hear that you're finally back home Amelia." he said turning to me and I nodded. I was feeling really awkward especially when he walked a few feet away from me with my mum leaving me alone with other police office who hadn't spoken at all since he came. And since the guy here wasn't much of a talker I decided to look at them and see if I could hear what they were saying but unfortunately I couldn't and I was starting to get really bored until I saw something that made my eyes fall out of their sockets. The police man whose name I didn't get was standing really close to my mum and had his hand on her cheek. What the heck is happening here?