Cabin of Dreams

chapter 14

Day 8: Monday

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"Oh...sorry. I didn't know you were still sleeping.", Amelia apologized to her boyfriend, who she had woken up by walking into their room to change and get ready for the day. Owen looked really upset as he glanced at her. "You're still wearing your clothes from yesterday.", she noticed confused.

"Mhh...", the redhead mumbled. "Couldn't take them off with my hand.", he explained, but remained in bed, too sad to feel like getting up. Suddenly, his girlfriend felt for him and kept staring at him.

"Come here, I'll help you.", she softly suggested. "Please, Owen. Let me help.", she begged, watching him finally sit up and scoot over to the edge of the bed. "Alright, arms up.", she told him and pulled his shirt over his head, getting distracted by his muscles in the process.

"You are staring. You cannot do that when you're mad at me.", Owen sighed. "Please don't do that.", he whispered, sounding really heartbroken. He heard his girlfriend sigh and glanced up at her.

"Fine. How about this one?", the brunette wondered, showing him one of his fresh shirts to wear. He shrugged. "Owen, stop. You know exactly why I am angry with you, I told you yesterday. Stop acting like I am unreasonable."

"I know, I just...", her boyfriend started. "I missed you so much last night.", he admitted sadly, finally letting her help him put on the new shirt. Amelia was just about to answer when somebody opened the door.

"You're here with him?", Tyler, who had been staying overnight because of his injuries, questioned, staring at the brunette. "He's an abuser.", he said, tightening his grip around the baseball bat he had brought to knock Owen out.

"He's not!", Amelia argued. "Why are you holding a baseball bat?", she wanted to know, really confused. "And why did you storm in here without-...wait...", she put one and one together and quickly stepped in front of her boyfriend to protect him. "Now, who's the abuser?"

"He needs to get in his right mind and I just wanna help with that.", her counterpart explained, dangerously hitting his own hand with the bat in a slow manner. "Step aside, Amelia!", he ordered.

"You have to go through me if you want to even touch Owen.", the brunette yelled, hoping somebody would hear her. She could feel her boyfriend try to move, but she reached behind herself to keep him still.

"Oh, that's easier than you think.", Tyler stated, grabbing her right arm, and pushing her against the wardrobe, causing her to fall to the ground and making Owen finally stand up in order to make sure his girlfriend was okay. "You don't even think about moving!", he threatened and raised the baseball bat, ready to swing it.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?", Mark asked as he stormed into the room. Once he noticed the way his friend was holding the bat, he pulled his arm back down. "Tyler, get out of here! You either leave this cabin or I will call the police. Owen was wrong to just punch you yesterday, but we both know you deserved it. Now get out!", he shouted, watching Derek and Jackson grab the boy to escort him out of the building.

"Are you alright?", Lexie wondered, looking at Owen before the two of them joined Mark in attending to Amelia. Her nose was bleeding from the way her head had hit the wardrobe. The group had planned on doing a swim day today, so it wasn't that sad that she was going to miss it now with her head hurting. "Amelia, what can we do?", she asked her friend softly.

"Just...give us some time alone please. And bring breakfast later.", her best friend said, making the other couple chuckle as they left the room. "Hey, it's okay.", she promised her boyfriend, who had tears in his eyes.

"It's not. I...If I hadn't lost it yesterday this wouldn't have happened.", Owen replied, his voice sounding hoarse. "I'm sorry.", he apologized as he climbed under the blanket with his girlfriend.

"I know you are.", Amelia told him and smiled as she held a tissue against her nose. "I am just glad I have been here. Tyler is a complete mess. He would have hurt you without wasting a second.", she sighed.

"I mean, after I hit him yesterday, I think I would have deserved it.", the redhead mumbled. "And instead of me getting hurt by him, you have.", he chocked on his words as the first tears began to fall.

"And I wouldn't have it any other way. I wanted to protect you and I did.", his girlfriend pointed out. "Owen, you and I both know that he wouldn't just have punched you back. His pupils were dilated...he was on drugs again. And he...he didn't want to hurt you, he probably wanted to kill you.", she added and started crying now too. "And I obviously cannot have that.", she clarified as she scooted into her boyfriend's open arms to cuddle with him.

"Let me see your nose, is it still bleeding?", Owen wondered, gently pulling her hand away from her face and taking a new tissue to check the bleeding. "Seems okay.", he noticed, leaning over to kiss her forehead.

"Doesn't feel okay though.", the brunette joked as she let him clean the remaining blood off her nose. "April, good morning.", she greeted her boyfriend's best friend when she walked into the room holding a tray with breakfast for them. "Thanks."

"How are you doing? I heard.", April made a grimace. "Brought you something to get better. Amelia, here's some water together with your morning coffee. I figured since you're having a headache, you might need something other than caffeine.", she said.

"Probably.", Amelia smirked. "We are fine. Mark came in here at the right time, when I was already making friends with the wardrobe.", she shared, feeling Owen nudge her because he didn't find her words as funny as she did.

"Humor is still intact, I see.", their friend said. Her own humor was a lot lighter than Amelia's, but she was glad to see that the brunette was actually fine. "I'll leave you to it then. See you later.", she smiled at the couple and waved before she left.