CHOSEN (ON HOLD)

CHAPTER 28

Amelia's P.O.V

       After school, I felt Adam's pull. I guess he keeps track of my schedule too. Something in my chest twitched and my palms grew sweaty. What would I do if Mr Invisible was right? What if Adam really wants me dead? I just have to face this. I have to know the truth. It's not like I have developed any feeling for him but he's supposed to at least respect the fact that I'm his soulmate! He actually knows about it!
I have to pretend I don't know about his plans. It's not easy to make someone think you're clueless.

       As I reached Rockie, I spotted Adam. He was sitting on top of Rockie, eyes closed, fists clenched. He was still pulling me. His hair flew effortlessly as the cool breeze swept the woods, his muscles tightened as the grip on his fist tightened. How did he not know I'm here? His lips pressed into a straight line as he muttered something. He's so handsome. How I wish everything not to be true. I want a normal soulmate. Just us, without deaths.

    Immediately he noticed my presence, he picked something from the rock and got up. I approached him and gave a fake smile. Have I ever smiled this bright at him? Gosh, I need to act normal. Be yourself, Amelia.

     He came close to me, with a single rose in his hand. What? Why now? Is this some parts of his plan?
"Here, for you" He handed me the flower. A pink rose, my best.

"Uh, thanks. What are we celebrating?" I smiled as I held the flower as far from my nostrils as possible. If he really wants me dead, he could do anything right? I have seen it in movies how men gave ladies poisoned flowers and immediately they smell it, they pass out. Yeah, survival instincts. Smart, right?

"Nothing. Just wanted to be a gentle man" He smiled with his teeth completely opened. Wow! So cute! Stop, Amelia.

"Oh" I smiled, staring at the rose. I wish I wouldn't have to throw it away at any slightest opportunity.

"I thought you a lady who'd lobe the smell of flowers, wrong huh?"

Yes! See? I thought so. This flower is definitely poisoned. He wants me to smell it. Ah! Great job, Amelia. I patted my back in my head.

"Uh, No. Right actually but I have a running nose. I wouldn't get the smell even if I try. Why don't you smell it and tell me what it's like? I sniffed to make him think I really have a running nose. I placed the rose on his nose before he had the chance to hold his breathe. Gotcha!

" Hmm. Smells like you" My lips spread into a sincere smile. Is he flirting with me now? Or being his soulmate, he doesn't have a chance but to love me?

"That's because I use pink rose flavoured products, Adam" I laughed and sat on the rock, leaving him enough space to sit beside me.

I waited and nothing happened. He didn't faint, he isn't tipsy. I guess I was just paranoid.
I looked over to him and he was smiling to himself.

"Anything you want to share?" I asked.

"No, nothing. I just feel good" Feel good he's going to kill me? 'Stay positive, Amelia' I kept telling myself.

"How are you? I mean, after everything. Your mom... " I couldn't complete my words. I just want to get to the truth.

"I'm fine. I have to move on, right?" He looked right into me for a second and I felt lost. Lost in his eyes. Focus, Amelia. This is getting really hard.

"Yeah, right. Your Dad? How's he taking it? You know it's hard to lose a partner. I can tell from my mom" I hope I got that right. I don't want to be too forward.

"He's trying to hold up, I think. You know my mom does literally everything so now it's been hard on the both of us" His mom does everything because his dad is sick? Oh, no.

"Oh" was all I could let out.

"He's sick, my dad" My whole world crashed on me. The little hope I had flew into thin air as I unconsciously shifted from him. 'Act normal, Amelia' I kept telling myself but my body was acting otherwise. My whole legs were vibrating with fear. I folded my palms to steady them.
'Breathe, Amelia' my subconscious kept saying in my head but my lungs wouldn't cooperate.

"He's been bedridden for years. Mom did everything"
He wasn't looking at me, thank goodness. I took a moment to steady my breathing. I can't give myself out.

"What kind of sickness? Stroke?" I inquired, standing on the thin sliver of hope left. Please tell me it's stroke.

"No, not stroke. It's not something Doctors can cure" He looked so unease. I listened to his heartbeat. His heart was beating fast. It's true! Doctors can't cure him but my life can. My heart was beating fast too, my whole body was shaking. I looked over to Adam. He was staring straight into the woods ahead. I need to put my acts together. I bit my lower lip hard till I tasted blood, trying to steady myself.