My Cinderella Story (Be Mine Again)

Chapter 21

Christian

Once again, I managed to fuck everything up. I took a long drag from the cigarette in my hand. I stare into the shit side of town that Amelia was staying in. Two hours had past and she was still asleep. Just recalling her little body shaking in my arms as she cries herself to sleep made me so disgusted with myself. How can I do that to her or assume something so awful. This was my innocent Amelia after all. Of course she wouldn't go around offering herself to just anyone. I'm sure she has a damn great excuse for trotting around half naked in front of the man before that left her apartment prior to my arrival. Fuck me. I need to learn how to listen and ask questions. These last four years without her presence had really fucked me up in the head. That's why I need her so bad, now more than ever.

I toss my cigarette into the streets below and climb my way back through her window. At least this shitty place has a fire escape. As I enter, Amelia emerges from the short hallway in pajama shorts and a large t-shirt with yet no bra on again. Her red hair was hidden under a towel and excess water still linger the side of her face. A look of shock then nervousness crosses her face. Her eyes still red and swollen from crying.

"I... I thought you left," she said not making eye contact.

I shut her window tight before locking it. I slowly approach her and her body involuntarily jerks back. My heart pains for hurting her over and over again. I know now, I'll have to work extra hard to make her mine again. I just hope my short temper doesn't lasts long enough.

I stop in front of her and can tell she was trying her best not to run from me. Leaning down I gently rest my head on her shoulder and hug her little body to me. She tense but didn't push me away.

"I'm so sorry Amelia. I'm the biggest asshole ever and you never deserved the treatment I've been giving you. I always jumped to conclusion. From now on, I promise to ask questions first and listen. I'm very sorry. I don't ask for you to forgive me right away, whenever you're ready I'll be okay with that."

I closed my eyes inhaling her fresh scent. Her bare chest pressing against mine feels amazing but this was definitely not the right time to delve into my personal pleasure. I hold her for a moment longer. She didn't utter a single word but her stomach growl loudly breaking the silence. I finally let her go and look into her face. She was blushing red and biting her bottom lips. I smile at her cuteness.

"Hungry?" I asked.

She nods once looking at me but quickly shifts her gaze away.

"Pizza?"

She nods once again. I couldn't help the smile that spreads on my face. That's right. My innocent Amelia. I step away from her and picked up my phone looking up a delivery place before calling them. After ordering, Amelia was once gone again from the living room. I sat down on her tiny couch waiting for her. This time I actually take the time to scan her room. A smile cross my face seeing the beautiful art she had done to her walls. It's a wonderful talent that she has, and I'm glad she didn't give up on it these past four years. When Amelia returns, her hair was down and dried. How I want to run my fingers through those silky crimson strands. She also put on a bra to my dismay.

I get up from the couch and stride over to her. Taking her hand in mine, I return the both of us to the couch. She obediently followed and sat down next to me. Even though her body was right next to me, I can tell her thoughts were a million miles away.

"What is it?" I asked slowly rubbing the back of her hand.

"He... Gene... the man from before. He's my boss. And he's gay." She turns her face to me the struggle apparent in her eyes. "So please, don't do anything to him."