Shawn's POV
"Amy?" I ask her softly, hoping her gaze meets mine.
"What the hell happened in here? Why are you drinking?" I question.
Her palms are still in her face, while her palms are resting upon her knees.
We just sit there in silence for a few minutes. I don't know what to say, I don't know how to comfort her, or have her talk things out with me. I can't even talk things out with her, I pushed her away for a couple of weeks. I don't deserve her trust in this moment, not when she's so fragile. Why is she so vulnerable right now? I've never seen her like this. I know we've only been friends for about 2 months, but still. She's not one of those sensitive girls. She's tough and shakes everything off. I like it when she's like that. She's always so carefree and chill. Right now, she isn't.
I can hear her quiet muffled sobs and sniffles under her palms. I try to give her a few more minutes of silence before I attempt to ask her what's going on.
I wait there and zone out for a few minutes. I look around her house and realize that the shelf that's behind the kitchen table has been broken in to. I try scanning the shelf and realize that the shelf was filled with wines, vodkas, tequilas, and many other kinds of alcohol. I see a few bottles that have been smashed in half and have been left on that shelf. God, Amelia. What could've happened?
I look back at her and realize her face isn't in her palms anymore, her forehead is resting upon her knees as she remains in a snuggled up position. Her eyes remain closed, and she stays quiet. Her sobbing stops and she's just sitting there in silence.
I try to once again be patient with her, but I'm so sick of silence. I've dealt with enough of that these past 2 weeks. I'm sick of it. I'm tired of waiting for someone to open up on all the shit that's been going on these past few weeks. I'm tired of this shit. I want answers, and I want them now.
"Amy, I know you're drunk, and I know you're going through a hard time right now, but I'm not here to witness your sadness. I'm here to.....I'm here to be here. I'm here to help." Fuck, I'm so awkward.
I feel like she actually listened to what I said.
"It's over." She says in a whisper.
"What's over?" I ask.
"Jack and I. We're done. We're completely done." She says while she sniffles. Done? Since when did they break up?
"What do you mean by done?" I question.
"We broke up, Shawn." I can hear her angry tone. This was probably one of those messy break ups.
"Why did you guys break up? You guys seemed like you were both in a good place. I mean he's doing great with footb-" she cuts me off.
"Yeah it seemed like we were doing great, but everything is not what it seems." She says harshly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know...........but what caused the break up?" She finally fixes her posture, now she's sitting up right with her back against the refrigerator.
She takes another sniffles before she answers my question.
"He...Jack....H-he.." Her voice is starting to crack. She can't help it. I can see her trying to fight it, but she can't. What did Jack do? What did he do to her? To cause her to be like this?
"Okay um, I see you having trouble speaking here. So how about we play the guessing game a little bit? Just nod when I say something that matches your situation."
She wipes her eyes and nods.
"Did he hit you?" She shakes her head.
"Did he pressure you in to anything?" She once again shakes her head. Fuck, please tell me it isn't what I'm thinking. I swear to God, Jack.
"Did he cheat on you?" I ask her. Her facial features start to tense up, along with her posture. I can tell she's very hesitant to respond to my question right now. She's in shock.
About 20 long seconds pass by, and she finally nods slowly.
What a fucking dick. Why would he ever cheat on Amy? Piece of shit. He can't just get away with this while Amy is drinking her emotions away. She's suffering when he isn't. Fuck, I'm not going to tolerate this.
I get up rapidly and start heading out of kitchen. He's not getting away with this shit. I start walking through her whole house trying to find my way back to the front door.
I finally spot the wooden door and start heading on to it. As I'm about to reach for the knob, I hear Amy cry my name out. I turn around to find her her running after me. She looks worried and unsure.
"What do you want? Go back, I have to go right now. I'll call you up later." I try to say softly.
"Tell me where you're going and I might just leave you alone." She demands.
"It's nothing, just go back." I say through my teeth.
"Then why did you just jolt out of the question without an explanation?" She questions.
"Because I have to go. This obviously isn't a good time for you. I'm doing you a favor." I say as calmly as possible. I turn right back around and start heading outside. I start walking down the few steps she has right outside of her door.
I start walking through her front yard and start heading to my mom's car. I'm not letting this shit slide. I'm so tired of everything falling apart.
"Shawn! Please!" Her yelling my name catches my attention.
"Go back inside Amy!" I shout back at her while I lean against the car.
She's still running after me. She sprinted through her backyard and slows down once she reaches me in her driveway.
She finally stops and looks up at me. Her eyes are glossy and dark.
"Please. Don't go." She says.
"I have to. This isn't a good time for you or for me." I say harshly. Let it go, Amy. I have to go. She takes a step closer to me and looks up at me once again. She's scared. Why is she so scared? The damage is already done.
She slowly leans her head on to my chest and wraps her arms around my upper body. I just stand there awkwardly, not sure if I should comfort her. I don't even know how to comfort her. I don't even know how reciprocate her body language, but fuck. I can't leave her when she's doing this. When she's hugging me like this. I guess I'll have to stay with her. She's not in a good place and neither am I.
I think we both need this desperately. I finally try to reciprocate her body language and wrap my arms around her too. As I perform that gesture on her, I rest my chin right on her head.
I can feel her sob against my shirt. She doesn't deserve this. She doesn't fucking deserve this.
I don't really know what to say so I just wraps my arms around her even tighter. Her body is so small and so fragile. I can't imagine how shitty she's feeling right now.
She's trembling from what's happened. Her little body is basically shaking against mine. She's so delicate and soft, I don't get how Jack's dumbass did this to her.
I slowly pull her away from my embrace and place my hands on her shoulders. She's still sniffling and her eyes are still a bit puffy. I wait for her eyes to meet mine and I finally say something.
"Let's go inside and sober you up." I try to say with a crooked smile. Hopefully I somehow eased her pain.
She slowly nods at my request and starts walking back to her house. I follow her back inside and shut the door behind me. I'm going to have to leave later on tonight. I'm not going to let this shit slide. Just because I'm staying with her right now, doesn't mean I forgot what I was going to do. I'm not going to let Jack get away with this. I'm coming after that fucker.
