Resculpturing Her

18. I Hate You

Joanna's POV

Amelia has yet to make a movement to me kissing her without warning. If she wasn't going to hit me before, I am pretty sure she will now. I could feel a pressure still being applied to the front of my shoulder by her hand; to hold me in place. Amelia was just frozen.

This might be stupid as fuck but, considering she has not made a bad reaction; I think I am going to do it again.

I brought my head forward, although, unhurried this time and as soon as my lips brushed against hers, Amelia gripped her fingers around my jaw and pushed my head backwards. The agonizing hold from her hand was causing an ache in both sides of my cheek and the coercion from her finger tips digging into my face caused my skin to invert slightly into my mouth. 

She is so fucking pissed.

Amelia's breathing increased, becoming heavy and harsh. Her teeth were grinding and her body stature projected exasperation. 

I am just waiting for her to tear me limb by limb.

Amelia's fingers vaguely softened around my jaw but she still maintained a severely strict hold. 

"I fucking hate you." Amelia said with terror in her voice. She then rapidly crashed her lips onto mine; and repeatedly made her mouth smash roughly onto me. It felt like she was attacking me rather than kissing me. I honestly think that is exactly what she is doing. 

I attempt to keep up with the vigor of her kissing but I just could not. I did not hate her anywhere near as much as she hates me. I was incapable of hurting her back with my mouth. 

Amelia pulled away from the kiss and tilted my head upwards; making it lean against the wall and farther from her face. I could see her only from the bottom of my vision; she just stared at me as if she was contemplating something. I attempted to move my head down but her grip around my jaw just stiffened further. 

I placed my hand on the small of her back and smoothly pulled her closer to me. Amelia reacted by grabbing my arm and pinning it against the wall. 

She really wanted to be in complete control of what was going on right now.

Amelia tilted my face back down to her, so we were eye to eye and mumbled "Fuck it." Amelia returned to use her mouth aggressively with mine which was causing me slight pain on my lips but I allowed it to happen.

The amount of hate she had for me was emitting with every kiss she ripped onto me. 

I wondered if her sober self would remember this violent drunk kiss we are sharing.

In attempt to take control of the situation again I squirmed my arm out of her grip and she allowed me to do so. I placed both of my hands onto her stomach and walked her backwards to the bed frame and forced her to sit down by slightly pushing her with where my hands are. Amelia obliged to what I wanted. I sat on top of her, straddled her body and we continued the fight with our mouths. 

I wanted to calm the fashion that we were kissing in because it would only be fair. She got to show me how much she hates me, and I want to show her how much I care.

I placed my hand over her shoulder and pushed her down; making her lay onto the bed. I leaned over her and connected my lips with hers once again. 

Amelia just continued her vicious intrusion. 

She then cupped my face with her hands but I immediately grasped her wrists and forced her arms above her head; onto the bed. 

I was trying to assert dominance so she could match the way I wanted to kiss instead of me going along with her. Considering now that I was on top, I made our kisses last longer instead of our former hasty jabs. Amelia seemed frustrated with the change in pace, as she attempted to proceed with disconnecting from my lips a lot earlier than I was willing. However, to show her what I wanted; I freed her arms and cupped one of my hands onto her face and rubbed her cheek lightly. I placed my other arm under and around her shoulder and brought her body up and closer to mine. 

I tried to keep contrasting her kisses with kindness. 

After making her familiar with this type of care filled kissing, Amelia's whole demeanor seemed to calm down. Her breathing settled to a slower rate, her body was no longer as firm as it once was and her lips rode against mine in a gentler manner. 

I can now run the show and express to her how much she means to me with every delicate and adoring kiss I place on her soft plump lips. 

With only a few minutes, the purpose of our kiss completely changed, and a beautiful and synchronized style emerged. While keeping our mouths intact, Amelia sat herself up and held me from the back of my waist and made our bodies further attached, as she pulled me in. 

I never thought I would see this side to her; it is very loving and delicate. 

Is this what she use to be like before it all came crashing down?

Would she have felt this good if I always knew her to be like this? 

Or does she feel amazing because it is a teasing taste of what I have been longing for from her.

I think I am falling in love with the way our lips are reciprocating a perfect dance with each other. 

Who knew she could be so beautiful.

Amelia finally broke the kiss and shifted her head downwards but kept her body in the same sat up position. I heard her making soft sniffles so I placed my hand under her chin and lifted her head up so I could see her face.

She immediately turned her neck to release from my grip and dropped her head down again. However, within the few seconds I saw her face; she looked devastated. 

I placed myself off of her and sat next to her. I held her tightly into me and whispered "What's wrong?" 

Amelia did not reject my continued caring contact and just slowly shook her head. I held her from her chin and attempted to make eye contact with her again.

She is okay with me looking at her face now but her eyes are still gazing downwards. Amelia sniffled again and her lips were losing stiffness as they would shake every little bit before resettling. 

"What's wrong, love?" I asked again.

Amelia looked up into my eyes, and her brown eyes were glazed with refrained tears. Her eyebrows were furrowed with worry and her lips were upside down and quivering. "What if she gets upset at me?" Amelia mumbled.

What if who gets upset?

Who is she talking about?

What if Mikayla gets upset because Amelia is meant to be my forbidden fruit?

What if Christina gets upset because they went on a date?

Or...

Does she mean...

Claudia.