Resculpturing Her

17. Uh oh

Joanna's POV

I stormed through the front door of the house without a single fuck given. I am way too pissed off about this shit. Amelia just fucks with me repeatedly. Why can't she realize that I am truly fucking sorry for what I did, and with every attempt I make to get closer to her, she just hurts me.

I glared at Christina and Mikayla who were sitting on opposite ends of the same couch and without a word I continued to walk to Amelia's room. 

"Joanna." Mikayla pleaded at me softly. 

Mikayla sounded way too hopeful, if she really thought I was going to refrain from starting a fight with Amelia.

I made my way into Amelia's room and closed the door behind me, because I wanted to yell and they did not need to hear the aggression that was about to be projected.

Amelia was standing in front of the mirror, examining her busted lip. I am starting to think that maybe she deserved that punch. Amelia completely ignored the fact that someone stepped into her room and shut the door. 

Amelia really has no care in the world.

I took dedicated steps towards her, placed my arm on her shoulder, and spun her with force to face me. "What the fuck was that back there?" I growled.

Amelia huffed and smiled at me "What?" 

"Why the fuck are you starting a fight with my-" 

My sentence was cut off with Amelia replying "Your what? Girlfriend?" Amelia looked amused with the situation but also slightly irritated. She sat herself on the edge of the bed to remove her shoes. "Your abusive. Fucking. Girlfriend." Amelia continued, almost humming each word.

I moved over to stand in front of her so I could yell to her face. "That's none of your fucking business, Amelia." 

Amelia looked up at me bemused "You're okay with being with someone who hits you?" Amelia said, her tone trying to show that I sound like an idiot.

"You don't know shit about what's going on!" I corrected her. "Since when do you even fucking care?"

"I don't care." Amelia said sounding casual and shrugging.

"Clearly you do, if you're unhappy with me being with someone who slapped me once." I said matter-of-factually.

"Nope." Amelia answered, emphasizing on the 'P'. "You don't let me be happy, so you don't get to be either." She continued, as though that was not a shitty thing to say.

"When the fuck did I purposely try to make you unhappy?"

"You know what, I didn't realize it at first. But as we were leaving the club, it clicked. You made Mikayla ask me to go clubbing just so you could ruin the rest of my night."

What the fuck is she saying? That's not even half of it.

"You were displeased with the idea of me being happy with your sister. Well, unfortunate for you; we have a second date." Amelia continued, slurring parts of her speech.

"What?" I asked sounding perplexed.

I don't know which part to focus on anymore.

"You're really willing to hurt my sister, just to get back at me?"

"The world doesn't revolve around you."  Amelia hissed.

"No, Amelia. It doesn't. It revolves around you. You're constantly putting people in a shitty fucking position just because you're a fucked up person who can't deal with their own problems in a reasonable manner."

In one swift movement, Amelia stood up, placed her forearm across my collarbone and pushed me against the wall. Her brown eyes are now black and filled with a torturous rage. They were striking into my blue ones, and I felt like the darkness in Amelia's eyes made mine become a shade deeper. Her stare was haunting me and her face displayed an emotion that radiated she was not afraid to hurt me.

On the other hand, I might be a little frightened of her right now.

"Gonna hit me?" I asked trying to sound confident.

"Isn't that what you like? Girls who hit you." Amelia retaliated to my question.

"Told you, you're fucked up." I growled back, the confidence in my tone actually showing this time.

"Why can't you just leave me the fuck alone? You claim to care about me but all you want to do is annoy the shit out of me. You are always trying to ruin every sort of happiness I establish for myself. As if you haven't already done e-fucking-nough." 

Wow, wow. 

Does she really think that?

She thinks all I ever want to do is cause her distress?

Does she think what happened almost nine months ago was on purpose from my part?

Why the fuck am I so weak when it comes to her. 

How did my anger just slip away from me just by hearing the accusing spoken tone of Amelia. 

"You're a sadistic bitch who just wants to see me in pain..." Amelia continued to yell with a rough voice but I was no longer taking in what she was saying as I began watching the way her lips were moving as she produced words with them. 

I was overtaken by the thought that I just want to show her I do care about her. 

Her lips were pursing during the breaks in her speech and I just wanted to stop them from creating hurtful words by blocking her voice with my mouth. 

Without any further attempt to reason with what I was about to do,

I prompted my head forward and engulfed her soft but beaten bottom lip in between my lips.

Amelia placed her hand at the front of my delt and pinned me backwards against the wall again. 

Her face looked like she was going to kill me here and now.

This is going to be the end of me.

I am intently waiting for her reaction as her eyebrows are furrowed in anger and her eyes are already trying to hurt me with the stare she was gifting me.