Connors heart froze. A breath hitched in his throat. He nearly forgot how to blink as he stared in disbelief at the girl who had welcomed herself into his house.
For a moment the entire house was silent. The only things that spoke where Amelia's smug expression and Brads extreme rage.
"I, for one, believe you have no business being here. How did you even find Connors house?!" Brad's voice was as loud as it could go with out yelling at the girl.
"I followed the pathetic boy home a few times. He so oblivious," she paused to roll her eyes. "Anyways I was coincidently walking down his street, debating whether I wanted to murder the fag or not when I saw your car in the drive way."
Connor shuddered as Amelia's smirk seemed to grow till it was truly ear to ear. Her cold stare moved across the room and Con coward behind the railing, praying she wouldn't look in his direction. To his relief, Brad spoke up before she had the chance, snapping her attention back to the brunette.
"Your sick, Amelia! Your fucking sick and one day I will see to it you end up behind bars!" Brad took a step forward in attempt to frighten Amelia, but she held her ground. He was now looming over her only seconds away from throwing a punch.
"Okay, let's not get too hostile." James spoke up, looking at Tristan with worry pooling in his brown eyes like tears.
"Oh this skank has taking it way past the point of hostile!" Brads words few out like venom. It made everyone in hearing rage's blood run cold. Except Amelia's.
"I know he's here Brad!" Amelia had dropped the pet names. "I can almost smell the fear. Absolutely pathetic!"
Then Brad snapped. He drew his hand back quickly, bringing it straight across Amelia's face. She gasped. A red mark was left across her face along with a shocked expression. But almost as soon as it had come, it left again replaced by hurt.
"Brady! How could you!" She whined, cupping her red cheek with her hand. "This fag has ruined you. Has ruined us! And I won't let it stand. Brady I want him gone and I will do it myself." Amelia was nearly yelling at this point as well.
Her eyes moved across the room again, this time much quicker. In a matter of seconds she had found Connor still crouched by the stairwell. "There!" She growled starting her quick ascend up the stairs.
Connor ran into his room and slammed the door shut before him. He looked around his room frantically for a hiding place. The sound of footsteps and Brads angry yelling drew closer and Connor began to panic. He threw himself into his closet, closing the door behind him just as everyone else burst in, Amelia in the front.
"Where are you!" Amelia called out starting to search the room.
"Amelia! Are you fucking mad?!" Brad yelled in frustration. She ignored him, continuing her search.
Brad new she wouldn't leave unless he forcefully removed. And even though he hated her, that wasn't something he was willing to do until absolutely necessary.
Finally, Amelia noticed the closet and marched over. She flung the door open and an evil smile grew upon her face. "Aha." She marched in, Brad hot on her heels.
Amelia crouched down beside Connor, who was whimpering pressed as far into the corner of the walk in closet as he could possible be.
"You!" Amelia growled, grabbing the boys wrist and digging her nails in. She could feel his torn up skin, pressing harder till she knew his scars where bleeding again. "You ruined everything. Everything! And I want so bad to kill you." No one was sure of what Amelia was saying was pure rage, or the truth.
