All Chapters of AMELIA: Falling For My Best Friend.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

DYLAN. My teammate licks his lips. “She reminds me of those thick porn actresses. Do you think she makes those erotic-asfuck noises like them?” In my mind, I’m jumping across the table, grabbing him by the neck, then bashing his head against the floor. I really wasn't okay with hearing him speak that way about Amelia. But I had to keep my cool. Once, twice, until blood oozes from a crack in his forehead. Then I go on until he loses some of his teeth and starts wailing like a fucking bitch. In reality, I remain still. I don’t even reach for my drink. Any change in my body language will betray my thoughts. I’ve learned not only to conceal my emotions but also to never allow anyone to read them. Thinking about inflicting violence, imagining the whole scene and its repercussions, is what helps me to cope. Not now, though. His words still ring in my head. The fact that he’s picturing Amelia in a porn scenario and fucking stereotyping about it burns hot in my veins. I need payback be

AMELIA. Dylan. The one who’s currently cutting off my air supply while looming from behind me is none other than Dylan. I’d intended to kick and claw, to yell at him so he’d let go, but not only is he confiscating most of my oxygen by grabbing my throat, he’s also yanked both of my wrists behind my back and imprisoned them. My phone has clattered to the ground and the flashlight outlines dark shadows. Mine and his. We’re gigantic on the wall across from us, like some beasts coming out at night to let their instincts loose. If it were anyone else, they would’ve panicked at being immobilized in the dark by someone who might as well be a stranger. And while that feeling bleeds into my bloodstream, it’s not the only one. It’s not even the prominent one. The temptation I’ve been escaping my entire life burns inside me, resurrecting and rising from the ashes like a phoenix. “Dy…lan…” I manage through the small air opening he’s allowing me. And I know he is allowing it, because

AMELIA. The past few weeks has been filled with different things. I've been trying my best to keep up with the way things has been going between Dylan and I, it was lovely, the chase, the thrill. Everything gave me a new found high, but at the same time, it was stressful. Stressful in the sense that, I was scared. Scared that something bad would happen that would make Dylan betray me again, I just wanted things to continue the way they were going. In a very sweet and simple way. But I knew this universe was more fucked up than that, the universe needed to feed off our sadness. It wasn't possible for a situation to continue being the same. We just finished taking Econ class and Ava was seeing the teacher, I told her to meet me at the cafeteria when she was done. But I wanted to make one stop at the restroom first. Dylan wasn't in class today and that made me uncomfortable. On my way to the restroom I pulled out my phone, and texted him quickly. Amelia: Hey, are you okay? I aske

DYLAN. The room smelled like antiseptic and something else. Something colder, regret maybe. I sat in the creaky hospital chair that barely held my weight. But it didn't matter. None of that mattered. The only thing I could focus on was the girl lying motionless in the hospital bed in front of me–Amelia. My Amelia. She was so still. Too still. Her usually expressive face was pale, bruised, swollen. I couldn't even tell where some of the injuries ended and where her skin began. The machine beside her beeped in a steady rhythm, a cruel reminder that her heart was still fighting even if she looked like she'd already given up. And I wasn't there, I wasn't fucking there. I clenched my fists and looked away, the guilt so heavy it made my chest ache. My throat burned from holding back tears, but one slipped down anyway. Tracing a hot, salty line down my cheek. “I'm so sorry, Lia.” I said, barely above a whisper. My voice craked, like something was breaking inside me and maybe it was. “

AMELIA. The door slammed open with such force that it rattled the walls. And in the blink of an eye, my mother was standing in the doorway, her face pale and panic-stricken, her eyes wild with worry. She looked like she hadn't slept in days-like the weight of the world had settled on her shoulders and she was on the verge of breaking under it. “Amelia!” Her voice cracked as she rushed to my side, almost tripping over her own feet in the frantic urgency to get to me. “Oh my God, what happened to you? Who did this to you, sweetheart?”She dropped to her knees beside the bed, her trembling hands reaching out to touch my face as if she were trying to reassure herself that I was real. That I was alive. Her touch was soft, but her fingers felt like ice against my skin. Her face was streaked with tests, her makeup smudged, and the raw emotion in her eyes made me feel like I was about to crumble. “I…I don't understand. Baby, you look ..you look like you've been through hell. What happened