That Stupid Word Called Love

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Amelia's POV

I couldn't believe what was happening. My boyfriend had killed my best friend.

The irony, the craziness and the horribleness of the situation sunk in, and I almost laughed. Almost. My mother stared blankly at me and I stared blankly back at her.

"...Honey?" she asked. "If you don't want to hear how it happened from me, I won't tell you. You can wait until you see Drew. He'll explain things." She tried to smile.

I was shocked. "What!" I shouted in a husky voice. "You expect me to see him after what he's done! You expect me to see anyone!" My lip quivered and my eyes went glassy. "I.... I...." 

Then my throat gurgled and a screamed out in pain. Not physical pain, just pain from everything else.

My mum grabbed me and held me for a long time, as I cried my pain away. 

But crying wouldn't help. I didn't know what would help.

"Mum," I said in between gasping sobs. "What..... what am I.... sup.... supposed to do?"

My mum replied by holding me closer. "We'll get through this, Amelia. Together."

I listened to her heart beating and wished she was right. 

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By lunch, I had calmed down a little. I lay in my bed, staring at my ceiling. It was covered in stars that glowed in the dark. Evie had given them to me for my fifteenth birthday. Looking at them and knowing they were there made me happier. It was like Evie was looking down on me.

...Looking down on me?

It sounded so stupid. Evie was gone. Forever. I'd been upset before because I was in shock. I hadn't even thought about not seeing Evie all the time. Not having her around to make me feel better when I'm sad. Not having someone I could gossip to and tell my secrets to. 

A tear ran down my face. I grunted and got off my bed and walked into the living room. My dad was on the phone with someone. He looked concerned. Mum sat on the recliner, obviously pondering over something. I could tell by the way she crinkled her nose.

"Um, mum?" I asked. She looked up, clearly surprised I was there.

"Oh, Amelia. How are you?" I could tell she was pleased I was up, although I felt like I could crawl under my bed and stay there forever.

"I'm fine." Then I realised how silly that sounded. "Well actually, I'm not fine. But that's not the point." I sighed. "I want to know about.... how.... how it all happened."

My dad hung up the phone and looked at me and then at my mum. He sat on the couch. I stayed standing. 

"So, what do you want to know, Amelia. We don't want to make you uncomfortable or sad," my dad said with a smile he did when he was trying to make me feel better.

"I want to know it all, Dad. Everything you know."

And so he and my mum told me everything they knew.

My face blanched when they explained that Drew had been drunk. Apart from feeling excruciatingly upset, I was also very disappointed with Drew. Hell, he'd killed my best friend, because of his stupidity! Of course I was disappointed.

I hated him. Hated him. All that "I love you" crap is down the drain. He was an idiot.

"I never want to see him again!"

"Pardon?" asked my dad.

Oh... I said that out loud? 

"Um, I was just saying that I don't want to see Drew again. I never want to speak to him. I never want to.... URGH!" My anger took hold of me and I squirmed on my feet. Then I exhaled deeply and realisation flooded over me. "But I have to, don't I. I have to see him again."

My mum nodded. "I'm sure it will be for the best, honey."

"I was just on the phone to Drew's mother. She says Drew's too upset about what he did to get out of bed, but he would really like to talk to you. To clear everything up," my dad said.

I nodded, and for a second I felt sympathetic for Drew. Than my face turned sour. I hate him! Hate him! 

I groaned quietly to myself. "So... um... I'm going back to bed now." I stood up and started walking back to my room.

"Wait!" called my mum.

I turned around and stared her in the eye. "Yeah?"

She looked at my dad and then back at me. "We're here for you darling. If you need anything, we'll be here."

I actually smiled at them, thankful for their caring hearts. I didn't say anything, but they could tell I was a little bit happier. 

I walked back into my room, fell onto my bed and I stared up at the glow-in-the-dark stars for a long moment, tears filling my eyes. By now, my face was proabaly red, splotchy and gross.

"Hey Evie," I said to the stars. "So, I miss you. And I know this is stupid, but you are the greatest person ever. Well I guess, you were the greatest person ever." 

My heart burned and tears streamed down my face. "I hope you are doing.... okay. I'll..... um.... talk to you later."

I rolled over on to my tummy, and wished Evie was with me.

Authors Note

Hello readers. So my whole thing about 7 comments went to the pooper, but I've decided to keep writing, even if my only readers are Dina and Rasta ;). I hope you all are enjoying the book!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE vote and comment!!!!!!! Love ya! 200 read btw! THANKS