In your Arms

Chapter Thirty Nine

She had been scribbling on her sketch book and glancing at her bedside clock for some time now. Two hours have passed and Simon hasn't returned yet, she fiddled with her cell phone checking if Simon had texted her but there was none. She had texted him twice but there wasn't any reply. She was worried that something might have happened to him but she was more envious of the thought that he was alone with her, Mia, the one he loves.

Amity looked at her careless and worthless drawings on her sketch book. She looked at it for awhile until a single teardrop fell down on it's sheet followed by another one. She's crying, and it took her awhile before she realized it. Amity allowed herself to pour out the hurt that she'd been trying to suppress and hide all to herself, she couldn't take it anymore. She looked at her scrawled drawings and thought, is this how much affected she is with the upsetting truth that Simon loves Mia and not her? To allow that truth to affect her artistic touch and most of all, her focus? At the back of her mind she knew the answer is yes, and it made her feel more awful and pitiful for herself.

She had loved him all this time, loved him ever since the first time they ever met. From the moment she saw his suit and tie before she loss consciousness when he had saved her at the park from a mugger and took her in she had loved him, up until now. He was her first love, and she hadn't love someone other than him. For her it was only Simon, and it will be always him.

But her dreams of having a life with him crumbled when Alexander's words were proven in the form of Mia. Mia who suddenly showed up in their doorstep and entered their peaceful lives. Amity admitted to herself that Mia looked harmless, but she couldn't help not to loathe her and her closeness to Simon. And what will happen to her now that she's on the scene? Will she be finally an outcast of this home that she had learned to love as well as the people living in it? The thought only made her feel worse.

Amity glanced at her bedside clock, it was fifteen minutes before midnight and she felt like drinking. She knew sleep wouldn't come, and she wanted to be numb. She briskly wiped her tears and put on her hoodie and went out of her room. Alexander was still up and watching TV when she got out, as soon as he noticed her he hastily stood up.

"Where are you going?" He asked with a worried look on his face. She'd been crying..

Amity answered him looking on the floor, "I'm going out to buy something."

"What? Let me buy it for you. It's already late it's dangerous for you to go outside in this hour." Alexander offered his hand.

Amity hesitated to answer but she muttered, "I'm going to buy something to drink.."

Alexander looked dumbfounded for a moment, "Something to drink? Don't we have it here?" Amity looked like she had her tongue tied. Then Alexander had an idea, he knew what kind of drink she would buy, the one he always knew that Simon's fridge doesn't have. "I know what you want."

Amity's face lifted up and looked at him.

"I wanted to have a drink myself." Alexander let out a chuckle and scratched the back of his head. "Alright just wait for me. I'll go buy us some." He walked towards the door.

"I'll come with you." She told him.

Alexander looked back at her, "Just sit there and wait for me. I'll be back in a flash." He smiled before going out of the door.

Amity sat on the couch and waited, it only took Alexander a couple of minutes to get them some liquor. There's a 7Eleven store just across the street and that's where he bought some booze.

"I bought some beer, you okay with it?" He asked as he placed the plastic bags from 7Eleven on top of the center table containing a few bottles of beer.