Chapter 9: Is it true that he put a gun in your mouth?

Amelia's POV

The ride was mostly silent. Every once in a while his dispatch radio would crackle. Dispatchers and officers communicating codes back and forth.

"I don't want you to die, Amelia", Jaxon eventually broke the silence, commanding my attention. He peered over at me, an emotion that I don't reconginze swirled in his green irises. "From the bottom of my heart, your body is the last body that I want to walk up on a crime scene to", he breathed. 

The sincerity in his voice threw me for a loop. "Please promise me that you will be careful. And you'll call me if you need help", he pratically begged. I felt a pull in my chest. Guilt for saying what I did earlier. "I promise", I uttered, feeling shame take over. 

"I apologize for lashing out. I'm not sure what came over me", I said, trying to keep my composure. "I do. But, we don't have to talk about that right now", he said, putting the cruiser in park. He grabbed the bag with breakfast in it and pulled out the two styrofoam containers. "Here, one of these is yours", he said.

He opened one container to reveal half of his order, out of confusion he opened the other to find the rest of his food. "What the hell?", he asked himself. I chuckled mundanely. "She didn't put my order in. It's okay. I'm not really hungry anyway. Have a good day, Chief Jaxon", I said, quickly grabbing my bag and jumping out of the vehicle. 

"Amelia, wait", he called out. "See you later, Chief", I nodded, closing the door and walking away. My morning has already started off shitty. I hope it's not an omen to how today will go. 

"Heyy, Amelia", Jeremy, a class-mate, cooed, as he put his arm around my shoulder. I looked at my shoulder where his arm sat in disgust. I pushed his arm off. "Not in the mood, Jeremy", I hissed. I immediately went to the bathroom and changed into an extra pair of shorts that I had in my bag.

Being cold is better than being cold and sticky. I tucked myself in the back of the classroom and pulled out my sketchbook while I waited for the professor to call the time. I zoned into my memories, not truly looking at the page as I sketched. 

The professor called us to attention ten minutes later. I continued to sketch as he went over the rules and passed out the term papers. I didn't realize he had made it to my seat, until I heard him speak. "It's good to see you are okay, Amelia", he growled in a low sultry tone in my ear. 

My stomach churned at his proximity. I immediately snapped my book closed and put it back in my bag. "Thanks Professor F. Me too", I smiled fakely. "Hmm", he hummed, setting my term paper down in front of me. 

My blanket of anxiety didn't ease until he finally walked away. It only took me fifteen minutes to do the exam, that included re-reading every question and answer. I turned my paper in and headed to the library. 

'Waiting in the library for you', I texted Katy. I sat on a bean bag chair in the far back corner and pulled my sketchbook out to continued drawing. I was finishing up the last touches when I heard her voice. 

"Ameee", Katy called to me frantically. I stood up, just to be tackled back down onto the bean bag. "I was worried sick about you. Why didn't you call me?", she frowned. "I'm sorry Kat. There was a lot going on. I'm here now", I assured her. 

"Oh my goodness. Tell me everything", she chatted, sitting up. "Ah, I really don't want to right now. Do you want to walk to the police station with me?", I asked, standing up. "Umm, yes. I am not leaving you alone today", she chirped, bouncing to her feet. I smiled with relief. 

"Is it true that he put a gun in your mouth?", she blurted out.