Romantic stylez 2//Jake X Amy

Bad Memories

Amy's eyes peeled on the dark ceiling above of her apartment bedroom. Outside she could hear faint engines of cars, horns and sirens of all sorts of Machinery. New york was a place that never sleeps. Just like amy. She couldn't possibly let her eyes drift into a cosy dream, it was like something was just pulling her awake but she couldn't place on what the reason was.

She then twiddle the ring on her left hand, resting on the finger that is connected to her heart, round and round in circles. She grazed her fingers over the beautiful jewel diamond, just looking up at the ceiling. Amy then felt a small shuffle beside her, as she then looked over to the side and saw jake sleeping ever so peacefully, showing his small grin. Amy smiled at jake and was thinking how lucky she is to be married to such a sweet man, and has been for a while now.

Everything was great.

She moved her head upwards, again looking at the ceiling above. But something was bothering her. Amy then stroked her cold hand over her shoulder and felt her stitched scar. The stitchings where Amy got stabbed.

Her mind then flicked through the memories of the school shooting, the blood, the kidnapping, the drugging and of course.

The one and only Taylor.

That name made her feel sick inside, it turned her stomach into multiple knots. She wanted to forget it. But she couldn't. The memories were burnt into her head. She was physically hurt, starved and mentally abused all because she wanted jake. She was one crazy bitch.

Amy shook her head and slowly slipped the covers off her, pulling her legs out and placing her two feet on the cold floor quietly. She glanced behind and saw jake was still sleeping peacefully.

She went into the bathroom and clicked on the light that made her wince. She adjusted her dilated dull eyes and greeted her reflection. Her face looked rather pale and her eyes looked tired. She tucked her jet black hair behind one ear and stroked her face in distress, continuing to stare at her flesh in disappointment. Amy then stood tall and pulled her shirt slowly down at her shoulder and turned her body to the side. Her scar was glaring at her with painful thoughts, and amy couldn't peel her eyes away. She then lifted her t-shirt and looked at her stomach, for no reason. She just looked at it in disgust and remembered how skinny she was, when she was starved. Amy grazed her cold hand over her stomach, sucking in and pinching at her skin.

That's until she noticed something began to wrap around her waist, covering her hand. Amy slowly pulled her eyes up and looked in the mirror.

Behind her stood Taylor, her face was dark and she had a crooked smile. Amy's heart dropped meters deep and her eyes widened, she screamed ever so loud and immediately turned around and threw her hand in defense.

But her voice was a rather manly scream

"AGHH. AMES! IT'S ME!"

Amy then saw jake now standing tall and clenching his face.

"Jake!? Oh god! I'm so sorry i-"

"It's fine! It's fine. I was just checking on why you are up so late" he said stroking his face.

"jake,I'm sorry! You just freaked me out"

"who else would it be!?" he shrieked "Why are you up so late?"

"I couldn't sleep..." Amy nervously said looking away in the other direction.

"Oh right okay. So that's why you are so jumpy and punched me?" jake said sarcastically, folding his arms.

Amy leaned against the sink and looked down on the floor. She was afraid to say her name again and admit her thoughts on things. She didn't want to remind jake at all.