Berserk

eight

Amelia's POV

I sat on the bed thinking over everything that happened today.

I didn't even try to sleep, terrified of the fire nightmares. They must mean something if I keep having them.

Who was that man by the fountain though? Why was De' angelo here? Why is everything so secretive?

"Amelia you gotta get some sleep." Milo grumbles lifting his head from the pillow.

"I can't."

"Nightmares again?" I nod.

"C'mere." He pulls me towards his warm body. His cheeks are red as his hand finds my waist.

"Is this okay?" He asks.

I couldn't help but frown in confusion at his question and nervousness. I can't even remember the last time he's been shy around me. Something definitely isn't right.

"Yeah it's okay." I push myself against him even more before closing my eyes.

I feel his lips graze my forehead as I smile to myself, drifting back to sleep.

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"Don't be a fucking idiot, of course not."

I wake up confused, Milo's back is to me with his phone pressed to his ear.

Who is he talking to?

"Milo?"

His head snaps towards me as he speaks again. "I'll call you back later." He ends the call quickly.

"Who were you arguing with?"

"No one important."

"Seemed like it."

"Stay out of my buisness Amelia." He warns.

I stay quiet.

He grabs a shirt from his suitcase and fixes his belt.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yeah I'll be back in about an hour."

"Can I go?" I ask even though I know his answer.

"No Amelia. Pack your suitcase while I'm gone, we're leaving tonight."

"Okay." I mumble.

"Don't be like that." He comes to my side of the bed and kisses my forehead before walking out.

What happened to the nice and shy Milo?

I was just starting to enjoy it.

Is this what my life will consist of now?