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Wanton Chapter 28
Amelia's POVBianca thinks Miguel is asking because he wants to hear the details, so she continues talking animatedly, oblivious to the strife she's causing with every statement."Mmhmm. Yesterday, after school he asked if she wanted to go see a movie with him this evening and she said yes. Isn't that sweet?" She looks at me "Why didn't you tell him?"Because we're not talking? Because I'm avoiding him? Because I don't know?"I'm out of here" He stands up, kicking out the seat beside him and glances one last time at Bianca "See you later, Miles.""What just happened?" Bianca turns away from watching him leave to stare at me "What did you do?""Me? Why do you think I did anything?" I squeak and she frowns and folds her arms "Right. Angel storming out of here has nothing to do with you. Is that what you're telling me?""Drop it." I reply, shoving enough food in my mouth to make sure I can't speak and standing to my feet.When she doesn't stand, her arms still folded as she raises her e
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Amelia's POV"How the fuck did you get into–" I squint my eyes in disbelief "–you know what, don't answer that question, I know how, but you know this is creepy as hell, right?"Miguel Angel is sitting on my bed, resting on his elbows and looking at me from beneath his lashes. He's wearing a white vest and black slacks and his hair is falling over his shoulders. "You're cussing a whole lot these days? Any particular reason why?" Picking the rose from the ground, I throw it on the couch along with my bag and fold my arms, trying to give off a semblance of nonchalance when I am anything but. The confrontation is finally happening and from the glint in his eye and the fact that he breached my safe space, I know that running away is impossible. I can lock myself in the bathroom. "Don't even think about it, Amelia." I look away from the bathroom door guiltily "Do you know you only call me that when you're pissed?"He rises from the bed and I walk to the other side of the room, puttin
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Amelia's POVBunching up the sheets to cover my chest, I say his name and he stops mid stride, turning to look at me."That's it? You're just going to leave?""I'm not going to wait for you to throw me out of your bed come morning, Amelia."Is he being serious right now?"You're a bastard.""And you told me you liked someone else, right before you kissed me.""What the hell do you want from me?"I know what he wants to hear. He knows that I know."You know what I want, good girl."When I don't say anything, he merely rakes his eyes over my body"Goodnight, Amelia." He slams the door.I scream in frustration, wiping at my teary eyes and throw a pillow at the door.Something catches my eye on the bedside table and when I crawl towards it, my heart splits in two.It's a rose. Lying beside it is a small bag and when I look inside, I see what it is.Beef jerky.A violent sob escapes my mouth.I'm so screwed.*********************"Hey, nerd. I got you something. Mind if I sit with you toda
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Amelia's POV"Happy Birthday, Emilio!" Everyone cheers and I watch as my mum stands on her toes to kiss the celebrant. "They look great together." Christian says from beside me and I turn to face him. He's looking so handsome in his navy suit. "Hey" He smiles brightly and leans in to kiss my cheek "Hey you, feeling better?"Did I forget to mention that Christian came over to visit when I was sick, bearing gifts of flowers and chocolate?I'd chased him out of my room after one hour, with the excuse that I didn't want him to get whatever I was sick with. "Much" I lie "Thank you for the flowers. And the chocolate." About eighty percent of said chocolate is sitting pretty in Bianca's stomach. "It's no hardship. These babies aren't just for aesthetics. They need to lift some weight around" He flexes his muscles and I chuckle, before swallowing the remaining contents of my glass which is strictly non alcoholic. After that night, I don't foresee booze in my near future. "Have I told
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Amelia's POVThis was what my mum meant when she said he'd been rehearsing a tune for days.My hands fly to my mouth and I choke back a sob as the reality of the moment hits me like a train.I've fallen for him.I can't breathe.I remove Christian's hand from my waist"Amy?""Are you okay, Mimi?"Christian and Bianca say at the same time."I just need some air. I'm fine. I'll be back in ten." I squeak, shaking my head when Christian tries to come after me because I'm already running out of the house.Where do I go?Where do I escape to?How do I even handle this?I make my way to the garden, falling to my knees as the first sob escapes my lips.The next minute, arms are wrapping around me and pulling me to my feet.I know who it is.I can feel myself falling into the embrace even as my mind tells me that this shouldn't be happening.The house is filled with guests. So many people.I try to release myself from his grip, but his arms are like steel around my waist, pulling me back to h
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Amelia’s POV"She tried to kill herself. Overdose. They don't know how she was able to access that many pills in the rehabilitation center but they're looking into it. Right now, she's in the operating room, but your manager's with her. They found a handwritten note under her pillow. Addressed to your father." My mother's words replay in my head as I stand in front of Miguel's bedroom door. His mother's manager had called Emilio to give the news and as my mother had tried to calmly explained the situation to him in the study, Emilio and I present but deathly silent, I'd watched Miguel's face grow paler and paler until he heard the part about the letter addressed to his father."Till the very fucking end. An attention seeker till the fucking end. How romantic that she thought to write a letter for her ex husband and none to her own child.""Son.""Don't you fucking call me that! Do you hear me?"And then he'd stormed out of the study, slamming the door so hard it shook. That was fif
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Amelia"You're not running for the hills." He observes. I shake my head, unable to say more. Because even after everything I know, even now when I look at him, all I want to do is stay. But wanting to do and doing are worlds apart. "Not even when I tell you that my mother didn't walk into the rehabilitation center of her own free will and that she overdosed, unable to grasp that her ex husband was remarrying?"My mouth gapes "The press said it was a–""The manager said, good girl. Telling the world that media heartthrob, Faye Smith is a attention seeking self serving manipulative drug addict who didn't like being jilted sounds a whole lot worse than being a druggie because of the stress accompanying celebrity living." I'm never going to envy celebrities ever again. He must see my thoughts clearly expressed on my face because he smiles, even though it's dull. Tormented. "Aren't you glad you dodged the bullet. Said no and saved yourself from this mess?" He gestures to himself, th
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AmeliaI don't know how the phone in my hand is still glued to my ear because my hands are shaking, my palm is sweaty and my heart is racing a thousand miles. I'm stuck between euphoria and dysphoria. He's back. Shuffling to my feet, I turn to go to Bianca's room to grab my charging when something makes me pause. Bianca is looking at me with unhidden interest. My mum is still on the phone. She said Emilio came back. What about Miguel Angel?"Amelia? Are you still there?" I hear her ask. "Mum? You didn't say anything about Miguel Angel. Is he okay? Did something happen?"Silence. Then "He's fine, darling. But if you don't know, that means he hasn't told you? I thought–""What did he say?"My mum's pause makes me suck in a harsh breath "He decided to stay. In Los Angeles. But he promised to come visit for Christmas. And Thanksgiving. And all the other holidays."I slowly take my seat and when Bianca's eyes widen, I know she can probably see the horror on my face. He's fine. He's
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