Resculpturing Her

6. Those Without a Ticket; Hop Off

Joanna's POV

Her eyes were full of life and I have honestly never seen them like this. At least not in a long time. They were really beautiful when there was emotion bursting from them, emitting into mine. It is an amazing thing when you are so incorporated into a dream you are having, but like all tremendous dreams; you are awoken. And that is what has happened.

Amelia woke up from her wonderland fantasy as her eyes returned to the lifeless territory they possessed for me. Her eyelids slightly fell as the dullness made my heart ache. The once passion-filled girl in front of me, is now enraged. 

And that rage burned for me.

It was almost as though I could feel the heat of her body attempting to scorch my skin. I was watching her intently as I wondered; how could one person hate you this much. 

"Fuck sake, Hunter! Why are you everywhere!" Amelia scoffed, throwing her arms into the sky.

"Why the fuck are you pulling people into bedrooms without checking who they are?" I retaliated. 

Seriously though.

"None of your business!" Amelia's voice raised slightly higher than her last sentence.

I took a step closer to her, "Clearly it is, if I'm the one you've dragged." 

Amelia reciprocated my actions by taking a step closer to me, and furrowed her eyebrows. She was attempting to give an intimidating stance with her shoulders stiffened and ready to fight. She gritted and scorned roughly through her teeth "Back. Off." Saying each word slowly with precision.

I shook my head, crossed my arms and snickered "You're a mess." 

"You make me more of a mess!" She looked like she blurted that out, as her once furious demeanor immediately relinquished into something more nervous based; with the mincing steps she took backwards.

Why was she worried about what she said? She literally torments me all the time.

Or was she concerned that what she just let escape her mouth was an element of her true emotions. Was she worried that she let herself open up a little? If so, I just wanted to hug her and tell her it is okay to do so. She can blame it all on me. Let her tell me all the resentment she has bottled up towards me. As long as it opens her up to reality.

Amelia lifted her head to look at me again for a split second before averting her gaze away and asking "Can you take me home, now?" Her voice coming out way softer than usual. She never really asks me anything, Amelia works with demands.

I did not want to let this moment just slip away. "What else are you feeling?" I asked being hopeful she will give me a little more.

"Like I want to go home." She said, still sounding concerned. 

Ugh. What can I do. 

I nodded at her request and opened the door for the bedroom before we found our way to the main entrance of the house. Before we could leave the house we were stopped by a voice that echoed from behind us.

"Leaving so soon? And without saying goodbye?"

Amelia and I both turned in unison to face the person that spoke.

"She-" I attempted to reason with Christina but was cut off by Amelia speaking.

"I thought you would have been drunk enough to forget me by now." Amelia said, smiling towards my sister, but her behavior has yet to revert to the confident one it usually is.

"You're not giving me enough credit." My sister said snickering and taking a few steps towards Amelia to remove space. "You didn't answer, why are you leaving?"