Home Sweet Home

Chapter Eleven

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Amelia POV

I rush to the bedroom I share with that devil. Upon reaching, I open the door quickly as possible, enter and remove my heals. Who even wears heels in her own home. The tears were spilling out of my eyes like a broken water hydrant. I tried to clean them, but they kept falling from my eyes. I marched towards his king sized bed. I climb it and pull they covers over my long legs.

Nobody has ever hit me before. Who did he think he is? One part of me was hurt that he did that and the other part of me was just angry he had the guts to slap me. I was brought back to reality by a soft knock on the door. This person outside the door was not James neither will any of his family members come here to console me. I disgusted them.

I rushed to the door and opened it only to see the cute boy I saw back in the car, with a tray in his hands. It seems he was struggling so thoughtful me grabbed it from his tiny hands and placed it on my bed. He entered the room with me.

My stomach began to grumble when I set my eyes on the food. My mouth began to water. What was wrong with my body. My stomach was such a betrayer. I never said I wanted anything to eat. Eager to talk to the boy, I placed the food on the bed and turned to meet his gaze. He was such a cutie. His light brown eyes matched with his light brown skin. His soft curly hair was cut short.

The moment our gazes met, he scrunched his nose making wrinkles appear on his forehead. That made him more cute. Black was really beauty. His face was showing anger, but softened when I crouched to be eye level with his small figure. He stretched his hands to clean the dried tears and asked,

"Why are you crying?" His voice was the most innocent I have ever heard. It was as if he wasn't used to showing affection. I was quick to act and cleaned the tears. I just had to lie to him. I can't believe this boy will one day grow up to be an asshole like his........ What was James to him anyway

"Nothing, I just missed my parents." I said touching his soft and slightly chubby cheeks. He flinched a little and pulled his mouth into a straight line showing of a dimple on his other cheek. He had a dimple. Definition of cute. Girls were going to be all over him when he grows up.

"Is that why my brother is angry?" Oh so he was James' smaller brother. He asked this with innocence. I lied yet again. I didn't want this cute boy hating me like his brother did.

"No, no. I asked for something and he couldn't do it, but I insisted and he got angry." I said. How am I coming up with lies. I never had to lie or even new how to back home.

"What does insist mean?" He said innocently. I totally forgot I was speaking to a..... How old was he? I didn't even know his name.

"Insist means to beg somebody even if the person refuses." I did my best. I didn't find any proper words to describe it.

"Okay, What is your name?" This time I was the one to ask a question. He smiled and his dimple deepened making him more cute. How many times have I called him cute?

"Theo", The name rolled of his tongue perfectly. His name was nice to my ears.

" Okay, so, Theo how old are you?" I asked the question which I have been wanting to ask.

"Seven", he said and I gave him a small smile. He was quite tall for his age.

The next hour was spent, speaking to Theo, my only friend in this house. I just asked him questions. I even fed him the food that was brought to me. There was no need to make anger cloud your hunger, so I ate it. He slept whiles watching spongebob square pants on TV.