ONE CHANCE

Chapter 14

Another update for a dedicated reader of mine - Javana :) 

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Amy cried. She cried in the bathroom for one whole hour. Not that I was counting. Her light muffled sobs could be heard through the wall that separated the bathroom and our dorm.

I didn’t return to whatever I was doing, I don’t even remember. I just never thought I’d see Amy cry. Her tough girl act disappeared for that one hour. And the fact that I was the cause of her breaking down creates guilt in the pit of my stomach.

So many times I have wanted to just open that bathroom door and walk in there and just comfort her….if she would allow me.

Now I sit still waiting for Amy to finish up in the bathroom. Yes, she’s still in there, showering this time.

I get up from my spot when I hear the water stop. I put my ear to the bathroom door to hear whether her crying has stopped or not and it has. The clicking of the door can be heard too quickly and I sprint over to my bed as quick as my small legs can take me.

My body bounces once I hit the bed and I quickly grab the book I was reading and pretend to be interested in it. I look up at Amy when her footsteps can be heard from behind me.

“Hey,” I greet and loop up at her, “was the shower long enough?” I try to joke. Her face shows no sign of hurt, or tears. She looks like she always does, flawless.

“Funny sweetheart, I like long showers here and there.” She smirks.

“Yeah especially when I’m here.” Harry’s voice fills the room causing me to jump a little.

“I did not need to hear that.” I screw my face up trying to stop my mind from creating images that don’t need to be imagined.

“He’s just joking.” Amy laughs. I notice her change in tone. It isn’t full of sarcasm like it normally is and I can tell she’s trying to put on the best happy act she can.

“You wish.” Harry replies, sticking out his tongue and Amy swats his arm.

“I’m just going to put my clothes on in the bathroom.” Amy announces and walks out. Once the door is shut Harry looks at me with a confused expression.

“Is she okay?” He asks with concern. I want to say yes but she is his girlfriend and right now he looks generally concerned for her.

“I don’t think so.” I shake my head and my eyes fall to the ground.

“Did something happen?”

“I asked about that Emily girl, I overheard you and Amy discussing it once and I just wanted to know about her.” I explain and Harry’s features harden.

“Why would you do that?” His voice matches his features now and I feel my legs take a few steps back, increasing distance between him and I.

“I….I just wanted to know why I reminded everyone of her.” I stammer a little.

“Well don’t.” He states.

“But Harry she cried for 1 hour and spent like 20 or so minutes showering, who is Emily and what happened to her?”

“I fucking told you not to ask about it, Cecilia.” He raises his voice at me the same way Amy did when I asked a similar question. “What happened to her shall never be spoken of, it’s in the past and we would all like to keep it that way!”

I slump down on to the wall behind me, his face is a few inches away from mine, his features hardening more and more with each word. His fists have clenched and I hide my face a little.