The Cry of Amelia

The Past Returns

"Freak"
"Whore"
"Bitch"

I'd heard them all so often I forgot what my own name was. A bad luck charm. That's what they say I am. Whenever anything even remotely bad happens, I get blamed. I live alone, not being able to stand living in the dorms in my uni. I live in fear. Fear that one day, they'll start to hit me and never stop. Fear that one day, they'll kill me. Fear that he would finally snap.

I'd be walking down the hall when and they would trip me over or push me down to the floor. I'd be kicked, slapped, spitted on, mentally abused to the point where I would contemplate suicide. Ever since I stood up for myself against the man who sexually abused me, saying that if I told anyone, I'd be dead. I'm not, but I might as well be. He was the supposedly nicest teacher at my primary school, highly praised by all everyone around him but no one else knew what he was really like. A pedophile. I told my teacher, thinking that she would be able to stop it.

It only got worse.

She spoke to him and the headteacher but no proof could be shown. I was ridiculed, bullied for being a 'liar' when all I had wanted was for him to leave me alone. It soon got worse as we moved into secondary school and I met the boy who would make it all worse. He was his friend's son and once he heard what I had said he decided that it was up to him to make my life a million times worse.

Xavier Storm.

He was by far the worst out of all of them, even if he had never actually touched me. He was cunning, mentally and verbally abusing me into believing that I was nothing. He knew all of my worst fears, manipulating me into tight situations that I wouldn't be able to get out of. He would shut me in a cleaning cupboard, knowing that I was both claustrophobic and severely asthmatic. I had probably the worst panic attack of my life at just 13, screaming and crying relentlessly to be let out. He'd just chuckle to himself saying that I deserved it, that I was a lying, scheming bitch who needed to be put in her place. He knew the cleaners didn't start work until 5:30, leaving me for two and a half hours without even an inhaler because he would take my bag. Once I'd been found, curled up in a ball with tears streaming my face, I was told off for loitering in the halls. No sympathy whatsoever. Then I would come into school the next day and get laughed at for crying. That day was the first time they hit me.

My school was large, with over 1000 students on one site. The funny thing was, I didn't even know most of them yet they all knew me. The lying slut who tried to get an innocent man sent to jail. I didn't care anymore. They could say whatever they wanted about me but I knew it was true. And he would probably go on to do it to more little girls who would also not be believed. I was sick of it. Unfortunately, I was also powerless.

After school that day I was stopped on my way home by Xavier. "Do you know what happens to bitches who don't know their place?" he taunted, twirling on a piece of my dark, curly hair. "They get burned." said Xavier, tugging my hair so that my head lifts to meet his glowing amber eyes with my dull brown ones. "That's a promise", he adds, voice void of emotion as he walks away, leaving me trembling at the bus stop in the now pouring rain.

If there's one thing I know, it's that Xavier Storm never breaks a promise.

Fast forward to today and a few of the bullies and I are in the same university. Of coursed they couldn't keep their mouths shut and told everyone what happened. My chance at a fresh start was gone, along with any hope of making friends. That was ok. I preferred to be alone anyways. As I walked across the road, away from campus and towards my apartment, I felt like everyone was whispering about me. My ears went red and I hurried to get away. Ever since that happened I decided that I was going to be a lawyer, that I was going to put away everyone who deserved it. I just need to get through uni, get through law school and then I will be on my way.

I got home and instantaneously flopped onto my sofa. Today had been a drag and i was both mentally and physically exhausted from it all. I decided that I would just make myself some comfort food and have a chill night in, complete with Netflix and fluffy socks. Perfect.

I got to work on making chocolate fudge brownies, probably more than I would eat. I then rang for a pizza because who could resist it. Anyways, I'm in for a long week so I deserve to get a chance to relax before I start my job and school. I sit down and put on Pretty Little Liars because it's amazing. I need something to take my mind off of how bad school might get so right now, I'm deciding that I'm going to forget about the past and move on with my life.

The delicious aroma of brownies gets stronger and I realise that I should probably take them out of the oven. I take them out and cut them into squares, picking up an edge piece straight away. The gooey chocolatey goodness melts in my mouth and I moan at how good it is. All of a sudden, a crash and a loud "Fuck" comes from next door. Assuming it's my new neighbour, I take some brownies on a plate and head outside and to the door. I knock on the door, waiting for them to open it. After a few minutes, I knock again, wondering if they are asleep.
"Who is it?" a husky, clearly male voice drawls like honey.
"I'm your neighbour!" I say as warmly as I can. "I've brought brownies."
"Wait a second", the voice replies "I'll be there"
The door opens, revealing a man about 6'7" towering over my 5'4" self. He's shirtless, showing an impressive six-pack and a sleeve of tattoos. As I follow them up to his neck and chiselled jawline, plump lips that look kissable and defined nose, I see something that I tried so desperately to forget after all these years.

Those amber eyes, staring deep into my soul

"Xavier", I breathe, feeling my airways close up.

"Why hello princess".

So I'm deciding to upload the chapters I have saved and I'll go from there lmao.