Chapter 12

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I woke up on the cold tiles and realized I was still on the floor. I look across through the glass door and saw Gabriel playing with his dogs. So it was true. It wasn't a dream.

I got up and washed my face. My world has crumbled up and I wasn't expecting it. I'm still trying to figure out my life. Who I am. And what I want to do. Having my parents in another country is something I'll have to over come. I know I'd need to learn to be independent but not in this way.

I heard my phone ring in my room but I ignored it. I stared at myself through the mirror and broke down crying. Why does life have its plot twists? Why. I just want a happy ever after. I looked pale as if I was dead. No emotion or color whatsoever.

"Amelia!" I heard the door shut as the voice traveled through the empty house. I stayed still and didn't move, hoping he'll leave soon. But he's Joel.... he'll never leave.

"Im in the bathroom." I softly said shutting the door close.

"Well hurry. We're going to LA today." I heard him say on the other side of the door.

I couldn't help but let some of my tears fall. I stayed silent and controlled my breathing. "I-I'm not in the mood for it." I said holding back the river of tears.

"Why not? We've been planning this-"

"Joel, im not in the mood for it okay? Just leave." I said harshly as more tears fell. At this point, I couldn't take it. I started to sob uncontrollably.

"Amelia please open the door."

I opened the door and worry was written all over his face. Not hesitating, I hugged him tight and let everything out as he embraced me. We stayed in the same position for a couple of minutes until I finally controlled myself.

"Can we go over your house?" I asked looking up as he stared straight into my eyes, looking for an answer to his one million questions. "I kinda need to talk to your parents."

As we walked out, I planned what I was going to tell them in my head over and over. But, how do you tell the people that you don't want to hurt, something like this? Is this the best decision?

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