Alone In The Dark (a Thomas Brodie-Sangster fanfic)

CHAPTER 10

I wake up to smell of burning. My eyes slowly start to open and adjust to the light. I reach for my t shirt and get out of bed. I make my way done the stair to see Amalie in the kitchen throwing toast in the bin. I laugh. A lot. "What are you laughing at?" She shouts smirking. "Get your ass in the kitchen and help me." She giggles. The kitchens a mess. There's egg shells, crumbs, burnt toast and orange juice spilt everywhere. "What the hell have you done." I ask laughing once more. "Well I'm trying to make a cooked breakfast." Amalie said emphasising the word trying. "But the toast has burnt for the second time, I knocked over the orange juice over the floor and the bacon won't cook." She sighs. "Aww how very sweet of you. But I'm fine with Cheerios." I joke. Amalie looks for the closest object to her and throws it at me. Fortunately it's a piece of toast. We stand there for ages laughing at each other. "So. Are you going to clean your mess up?" I say. "Ummm. Nah. You can." Amalie smirks and runs upstairs. I sigh and start cleaning. Once I'm done I go upstairs to get dressed. Amelie's sat on the bed putting her socks on. She's wearing a navy blue top with a lacy neck part, with a short white skirt. Her hair is in a cute messy bun and she has a navy blue bow at the front. Once again, she looks stunning. "Right. I'll let you get ready." She peeps her head round the corner before walking downstairs. I hear her switch the TV on and I carry on with what I was doing. I take my shit of and go into the bathroom where I start cleaning my teeth. "Thomas. Thomas. Come here quick!" Amalie yells. I rinse my mouth and run downstairs. I completely forget about shirt but that doesn't matter. "Look." Tears flood her eyes and she points toward the TV. There he stands crying into the camera. Words come up on the screen:
Amalie Rose. *picture*
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"What the bloody hell is he doing?" I shout in anger. "What do I do. If I go out everyone will see its me. Thomas help." Amalie cries into my chest. I kiss her forehead. "We'll work this out together. I protect you. I promise." She looks up at me. "But how. You saw the screen. There's a picture of me. I can't just magically have a twin sister can I?" We both sigh. This was a hard situations to get out of.