Third person POV
"Good morning Amelia." He slightly shook her.
Her eyes slowly opened, looking up at the pale man above her with a tray full of food.
"Why-"
"Can't I just do something nice for you?" He slightly snapped.
She stayed quiet and let him place the breakfast in her lap.
"Thank you."
"Of course."
"Are you going to eat?"
"You can pay me back when you're finished."
"W-what?"
"Did I stutter?"
He was so intimidating now, so she chose her words carefully.
"No, I just I don't cook that well."
"I don't need you to cook for me Amelia." He scoffed, rolling his icy eyes.
"Oh you mean-"
"Mhm." He nodded and sat in front of her, reaching for the remote.
The TV flashed showing a news channel, fire after fire in different locations. Amelia's eyes widened with shock. It looked so similar to the dreams she's been having.
"C-an you switch the channel please?"
"Sure." He turned to look at her terrified face. "You alright?"
"Ya I'm fine- just don't like fires."
"Oh okay." He nodded.
Once his back was facing her again a smirk stretched onto his lips.
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Berserk
Teen Fictionber·serk adjective out of control with anger or excitement; wild or frenzied. /// (This book is a sequel to Unorthodox) Amelia starts to realize her new start at life comes at a price. New characters, secrets, and of course complications. /// "Naive...
