Love's A Bitch

Chapter 9

Steffy Altman -------->

Amara’s POV

I jolted upright as soon as soon as the gun went off. My breathing was heavy and I was sweating. I silently cursed at myself for falling asleep. I looked to my right to see that Stella and Fillipa gone, but Stella’s clothes were still on the floor which meant she was still here.

I rolled over and let out a blood curdling scream which resulted in me falling off the bed and onto my cut hand.

I heard Reed swear and then footsteps. I felt a pair of hands on my waist and I was rolled over into a sitting position with my back against the bottom of the bed. I swatted his hands away and craddled my injured hand.

“What are you doing here?”

“Fillipa told me you were up here, and I’m also have to pick up Stella.” 

He attempted to take my hand but I pulled it back instantly which was a mistake. I let out a whimper, Reed just studied me before getting up and heading towards my bathroom. 

 I could hear a clutter of items and the slamming and opening of drawers.

“Where the fuck do you keep your first aid kit?” He shouted.

“Downstairs in the kitchen,” I replied.

I saw him jog out of the bathroom and out of my room. I noticed that when he jogged, he floated. As cliche and girly as it sounded it was true. He jogged on the balls of his feet, his heels barely touching the ground.

In less than 5 minutes he’s back with a bowl of hot water, towels and the first aid kit. He took my hand, this time a bit more forcefully so I wouldn’t retract it and started unwinding the bandage. Once he had removed it, there a small square of gauze covering the wound. Reed gingerly started removing it, shifting himself every time pulled. When he finally pulled it off I saw the cut. It was at least 2 inches long and half an inch in width. It was a bit red on the edges but other than that it was fine.

“At least you know how to dress a wound properly,” he said as he dipped the towel in the bowl. I rolled my eyes at his rudeness.

“You’re not funny,” I retorted. He pulled the towel out of the bowl and wrung it dry. And started carefully dabbing it on my wound.

“Never said I was,” he chuckles. I let out a small gasp as he puts a bit too much pressure on the wound. 

“Don’t be such a baby, I bet it didn’t even hurt.” I just glare at him and keep quiet. I let him bandage my arm again in silence. Neither of us said a word, which gave me time to think why he was here.

He was here for his sister (obviously) He was here to apologize (sureeee) He was here to talk to me about what happened two days ago He had another proposal for me

“Done.” I looked at my hand to see that he was indeed done. It was wrapped neatly and I was surprised to see he was holding my hand. I let out sigh and opened my mouth.

“I’m sorry,” we both said. I looked at him confused and he the same.

“What are you sorry for?” He asked. Confusion written all over his face. I ran my non-injured hand through my hair and let out another sigh.

“I was a bitch to you after dinner with your parents, I shouldn’t have been rude to you. And I forgot to thank you for saving my life as well. So thank you.” I ended with a smile.

He took his hand and stroked the side of my cheek. My breathing stopped as soon as his hand made contact with the skin.

“You already thanked me Amara. And you shouldn’t be apologizing. It’s me that should be apologizing. I’m sorry for blackmailing you, it was wrong of me to force you be my fake girlfriend. I'm sorry for calling you a slut, I was totally out of line. I'm sorry for the family dinner and I'm sorry for leaving you. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness but just know I only did them to get your attention. Some of them were stupid, but it's just that I've never felt this before with a girl. Would you find it stupid if I told you that I feel things with you that I've never felt before."