Homeless(Jake Miller Fan Fiction)

Chapter 16

Jake (pov)

I was in the middle of sweating my ass off in rehearsal when my phone started buzzing. "Hello?" I spit angrilly into the phone." "Hey, Jake, I know you're busy, but would you mind coming by later? It's Amelia."

Amelia. Come by later. What?

"Ummm, why?" I questioned harshly. She sighed. "Because I need to talk to you." I rolled my eyes. "Fine. I'll be there at 7." I hung up quickly before she could say anything else. She has no idea who I've become since she left.

I'm mean. Hateful. Spiteful. Grouchy. Abuse. Angry.

Six Hours Later, 7:01 P.M.

"You're late."

I arrived at Amelia's apartment door at exactly 7:01, ON TIME, and she says I'm late. She has something like spaghetti cooking, I can smell oregano in sauce from a mile away. "I'm making dinner for Peter, but you're more than welcome to stay."

I shook my head. "No. You wanted to talk, not feed me." She nodded. I walked in and examined her place. It was classy, but not too big. There was a small living room and kitchen, with a hallway with 5 rooms leading from it.

"Nice place," I said. She smiled. Peter ran into the kutchen full speed. He has bountiful, red hair with freckles along the brigde of his nose. He's about 4'3 with red, airplane pajamas on. "Peter, say hello to Jake," Amelia said in a mom voice. He turned around with his mouth covered in sauce and waved at me.

We stood around in awkward silence until Peter ran away into his bedroom. It was 7:15 by the time Amelia and I sat down to talk. "What did you want to tell me?" I questioned. She took a deep breath.

"How Calvin and I met."

Amelia (pov)

"It was July. I just graduated from High School and I wanted to have freedom. I took off from Topeka and got a train to New Orleans. When I got there, it was raining. I took cover in a bar. I was 17. I sat down and took out my iPad. My parents had been worried about me and published a missing person thing. I didn't really want to be found. So, I told everyone I was Caroline Hackell, 22, from New York. That day, in that bar, I saw Calvin. He was sitting there, at the bar. He wasn't drunk when I took a seat next to him. We got drunk together and he brought me back to his place. We...well... you know, got it on. Or off. Whatever. It was August by the time we'd done it 4 times a day, everyday. We got married three days before I turned 18. About a year later, I knew I had been wrong. I was working in that bar, an 18 year old. Guys were hitting on me 24/7. Calvin and I sleeping with each other. My father didn't walk me down the isle. I told Calvin I had to leave, and he agreed if it was to benefit me. I went back to Topeka and planned to move here with my parents. They died. We met. I left. I went back to Calvin because I thought my life was a mistake. If I just stayed in New Orleans, my parents would be alive. I never would've hurt you."

Jake (pov)

Amelia was in tears by the time she finished. I pulled her into a hug. She went back to him because she thought she was obligated. She did hurt me, but she was hurt. "He's dead," she choked out. "He overdosed." In that moment, I wanted to go to Hell and kick his ass. He left her, and Peter.

I brushed a gentle kiss against her lips. "I should go, but I'm really glad you told me, Amelia." She grinned and let go of my hand. "How about dinner on Saturday?" I asked. "I'll get Jenny to babysit Peter." She nodded. "I'll go if she says yes."

I winked at her. "Trust me, she'll say yes."