Owen and Amelia

PTSD

Amelia's: POV
A FEW WEEKS LATER

We decided to move into that house, so we made an offer and now we have it. It's getting so real now. Today we've been moving in the boxes even though we have been sleeping here. He's barely letting me do anything even though I can walk now because I have a brace.
I walk into the room Owen is in, and he was staring into space while clenching his fists like something was bothering him. I touched his shoulder and I swear he jump to the moon and back.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," I say.
"It's okay," he says bluntly.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I ask worried.
"Yeah why wouldn't I be," he asks.
"I heard you last night pacing around, I keep on finding you on the couch in the morning, and I'm pretty sure there used to be a ceiling fan in our bedroom, but that seemed to disappear," I say, "talk to me please," he doesn't say anything for a second.
"I don't wanna hurt you," he says, "I can't do this right," and he walk out of the house.
"Owen come back!" I yell.
"Don't follow me! Please," he yells back. I finally catch up to him and we're standing in the driveway.
"I wanna help," I say.
"I don't wanna hurt you," he says and gets into the car.
"Owen you need to see someone who can help!" I yell, but he drives away. I try to call him but it goes to voicemail.

LATER THAT EVENING

I still haven't gotten a hold of Owen, but I called Meredith and she said his car was at the trailer, so at least I know he's okay. I hear knocking on the door, I was hoping it was Owen, but when I opened the door...
"Mom?"

SORRY ITS SHORT, BUT ITS A CLIFFHANGER SO EXPECT ANOTHER CHAPTER SOON!!!!