I wake up still in Brett’s arms and with the guys all quietly watching TV. I look right up and see Brett from a whole new mind set. I stretch my neck and lightly kiss him, on the cheek but so close to the lips, in a friend way, without Josh seeing. Brett looks down at me and smiles, “Morning sunshine,” he chuckles, not bothering to think of the kiss. “Feel better?”
I nod, “Has anyone ever told you how comfy you are to sleep on?” I chuckle, looking at Josh and he smiles back, “Sorry about my freaking out on you, you were just trying to help me.”
“I understand how you were feeling, remember? I love you,” Josh smiles.
I crawl from Brett’s arms to Josh’s waiting arms; he embraces me in a tight hug and a caring kiss. “I want help, but can we go to Vancouver and get help there? I’m tired of this city.”
He nods. “But talk to your Dad first.”
I shake my head no and look at the guys, my eyes stopping on Brett. I smile and crawl back over to him. “I’m still tired,” I cuddle next to him, not on his lap this time. “Can you sing, Brett?”
“Not like Josh, Matt, Mike or Ian,” he chuckles and I look at the guys, all them watching the game, too distracted to notice Brett and I talking together. I curl up in a ball next to him and he does the same thing, facing me.
“I want to hear you sing…”
He shakes his head, “I can’t sing, not worth a damn,” he chuckles. “And about that kiss…?”
“Uh, I think you’re cute, but I’m dating Josh.”
He looks at me and lies on his back, staring at the ceiling. “You are a cutie,” he smiles, turning his head to look at me. I turn to face him, smirking. “What? It’s true. Josh is lucky that you chose him.”
I smile awkwardly.
“Seriously, we are all here wanting to help you overcome all this shit in your life and be happier,” he says, pointing to my wrists. “We helped Josh, now it’s time to help you. Before you go to Vancouver though, go talk to your Dad.”
I shake my head no, and sit up, my eyes turning to the TV. “I won’t talk to my Father again,” I say, causing everyone to look at me. “I won’t. You guys can’t make me.”
Josh pulls me into his side and we hear a knock on the door. Brett hops up from the bed and looks through the peek hole. “Uh, Amy… what does your Dad look like?”
I freeze, “Um, tall and a beard. Wh- why?”
“Do you want me to open this door then?” he says, with a worried look on his face and my jaw drops at the voice on the other side of the door. “Or wait and see if he goes away?”
He knocks on the door, with a heavy fist, “Open this god damn door!”
I nod, knowing he’ll get angrier, the longer we stall. I cling onto Josh tighter and Brett opens the door, “Hey Daddy.”
“Get up, we’re leaving… and you are not allowed to listen to these guys ever again!”
Josh stands up, pushing me toward Mike and I cling onto him, scared to death. “Hey, you can’t talk to her like that! And she doesn’t have to listen to you, she’s 23 years old.”
My Dad pushes Josh out of the way, he stumbles and Brett catches him before he hits the floor. “Dad! Get out! Just get out!” I scream, surprised of myself. “Don’t you dare touch him! He’s fucking sick at the moment!”
I stand up, shaking and I stand right in front of him. He goes to grab my arm but I pull away. “We’re going home!”
“You are. I’m not. My home… is where ever he is,” I point toward Josh, walking toward him and wrapping my arms around him tightly, “I may come back, if I hear that you aren’t as bossy!”
He leaves, slamming the door shut and I begin sobbing against Josh’s shoulder. He rubs my back and I look up at him, “I can now see why you didn’t want to talk to him…”
“Can we just head to Vancouver now, please?” I ask, pulling away from him and falling onto the bed, I crawl up in a ball and Josh lies behind me, pulling me closer against his body. “I’m just tired of this place.”
“We’ll head out tomorrow probably, are you hungry?”
“No,” I lie, my eating disorder answering. He looks at me, “I’m not hung-” the growl of my stomach stops me.
“Come on; let’s go find something to eat.” He stands up and pulls me up with him. I look at him evilly, “Your stomach proved you’re hungry. Come on.”
