The Cry of Amelia

Tired of it

Xavier's POV

Fuck.
I swear to god this bitch gets on my nerves. Crying over a fucking movie. Pathetic. She's utterly pathetic. As pathetic as she is she still manages to make me feel strange. I don't like strange. I need secure. I need to be in control, I need to dominate everything in my life or else I'll go insane. That's probably why no one ever sticks around in my life. Look at me, I'm fucking 20 years old and I'm only now deciding to sort my life out. I spent too long fucking up my life, and fucking up hers too. The only difference is that she deserves it for trying to fuck up the life of someone that I've known for years without proof and I deserve it because I'm just a fucked up person.

Ever since I was a kid I've destroyed almost everything that I've owned. Whether physically or mentally, I've ruined it. I don't know if it's because I don't like anything or because I was never treated well myself. I was sent to multiple therapists and they diagnosed me with borderline personality disorder. They warned my parents that I would probably have other problems, such as anger issues or depression and that I would end up being possessive or obsessive over people and items. Do you know what happened? They abandoned me, sent me into foster care and even there, no one wanted me. Once I turned 18 I left that place and went for a gap year in Spain, where my mother is from. It was beautiful. The festivals and food, the sights and the beaches. I've always loved the water. I had to leave soon after and started applying for university where I got a place in Cambridge. I'm smart I guess. I came back to England and was asked if I wanted to have a dorm room but I wouldn't share a space with random people I didn't know. Instead I found this apartment block near the school and there was a free space there. That whole sob story is how I got here now. She was pissing me off royally already and she hadn't even said anything. Why did I have to be near her, why did I have to deal with her pathetic self. Ugh.

I had been scrolling through Instagram when I realised that an hour and a half had passed. She even had more time to make me my brownies so there's absolutely no excuse. Right. Time to go.

I had knocked five times already, trying to be nice since she was giving me food. That bitch sure could bake, she reminded me of my sister. I was bored now and so barged the door in. Walking in, I saw her sleeping, looking almost peaceful. It was sort of cute in a way, which the girl herself most definitely not. I slammed the door, not caring in the slightest if she was asleep. She jolted up, looking like a deer in headlights.
"My brownies." I demanded "where are they"
Her eyes widened slightly and she looked panicked. She stood up, looking conflicted and scared. "Well, I... I forgot. I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-"
She didn't fucking make them? Well fuck that.
"Where are my FUCKING BROWNIES" I hissed, stalking towards her and trapping her towards the wall. She's so tiny, her facial features small as well. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was ignoring me, and that can't run. I brought my left hand up to her throat, squeezing lightly. She gasped, seeming to stifle a moan. Putting my free hand to good use, I trailed my fingers down her collarbone lightly. She shivered. Nice to see she's liking this. That's not the point though. I squeezed harder, making her whimper with a raspy voice. Now that was hot.
"Fuck, princess" I breathed, looking down at her tiny self. Fuck this, I can't deal with it.
I storm out of her apartment and head into mine.
Why the fuck does some make me feel like this. I look down, for the first time noticing a bulge in my pants. Some sick twisted part of me is getting off of seeing her in obvious discomfort. I guess I'm truly sick. I went into my bathroom and stripped, walking into my cold shower. Thoughts of her invaded my mind, thoughts of her naked, thoughts of her in here with me, thoughts of..... fuck. I was stroking my fully erect member at the thought of her, getting faster and faster, imagining me pumping in and out of her at the same pace. "Fuckkk", I groaned, releasing my load down the drain. I'm tired of feeling like this around her, she's a liar, a bitch who tried to get a family friend sent to jail. For no reason whatsoever. Yeah. She's a slut. I need to get back at her again. I can't feel like this, I can't, I just can't.....

Then why does it feel so good?

Amelia's POV

I was sat, slumped on the wall and breathing heavily. Standing up, I walked over to my sofa on shaky legs, feeling something strange deep in my core. I was flushed, not from the temperature but from how close he was to me, how he touched me. I'm a wreck. He hates me, he knows my worst fears and just how to use them and get to me. I'm not going to feel like this over him. He's bad, he's trouble and I'm not going to put up with it anymore. I'm going to fill my fridge and cupboards and get some new clothes potentially. It's gonna be awesome! I'm finally feeling better even with my depression and I finally feel like life is going well. I picked up my keys and coat. I got my purse and was out the door. I sprinted to the stairs and decided that I'm not in the mood for exercise. I walked around to the elevator and pressed the ground floor. Living on the top floor has its ups and downs, like I see a beautiful sunset each dusk but I have to walk down the stairs all the time. I pressed the button for the ground floor and waited as the doors closed.

What she didn't notice was the 'Out Of Order' sign on the floor next to it.

Halfway down, the elevator jerked to a stop and the lights went out.

With that, Amelia screamed at the top of her lungs.

I'm bored right now so I'm gonna write shitty chapter that will probably get deleted
Pic of Xavier and the last one was Amelia