Amelia had everything- family, friends, a promising future- the sky was the limit. But just like that everything was taken from her. One moment she's planning her high school graduation party the next she's laying on a therapist's couch. It was as i...
Tears filled my eyes and threatened to roll down my cheeks. I hated myself for the words I let slip out of my mouth. Worst of all, she was right. Part of me did like the feeling of tearing her apart.
"Amelia," he breathed. "Are you alright?"
I turned to glare back at him, utterly baffled.
"Are you serious?" I scoffed, "Elijah, I just verbally ripped that woman to shreds. And, you're asking me if I'm okay?"
He appeared unfazed by my assertion. "If I recall correctly, she asked you to," he pointed out.
"My god. That doesn't make it okay!" I shouted. I was mortified. "How could you be- why are you with someone like me?"
His brows pulled together. "How could you ask me that?"
All I could manage to do was shake my head.
"Elijah, I hurt people. Unintentionally, but that's no excuse," I stated. He rolled his shoulders back.
"So, sometimes you let words slip. It's okay."
I let out a breath. "You're not listening. I've hurt so many people. My relatives are afraid to speak to me, let alone see me. The only friend I have in this world is Aralyn, and I don't even know why. God knows I don't deserve her."
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I took in a sharp breath of air that stabbed right through my lungs. My eyes fell from him. An emptiness grew from the pit of my stomach like a black whole that continued to consume everything.
"And I don't deserve you either."
I heard the sound of our bags dropping from his hands. Elijah took large, proud steps towards me like a lion, he was towering. His hands curled the back of my neck, tilting my head upwards. My eyes were forced to see only him.
His lips parted as though he were going to speak. But there were no words, none that I could hear at least. Only the sound of his heavy breaths heaving in his chest.
"Don't ever try to push me away like that," he scolded.
"I-" his mouth came down hard, silencing me. My knees buckled from the overpowering sensation that was quickly growing. Hot, gripping want spread between my legs, making my nails dig into his muscular arms. How was it that he had the ability to bend my will with just a single touch?
He kissed me as if he knew something I didn't. Like there was a possible chance he was going to lose me and disappear without a trace. If only he knew that no such place existed.
A delicate smile peaked its way across his face. He failed to hide his satisfaction from keeping me from emotionally falling apart. Good god, I felt drained.
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