The mood in the household was rather sombre the next morning. Nobody had had a wink of sleep and everybody stayed out of Amelia’s way. Amelia eventually surfaced from her bedroom at midday. She looked tired and had bags under her eyes. Her hair was thrown back into a scruffy ponytail and was wearing no makeup and was wearing a very baggy tee shirt and tracksuit bottoms. “I’m going out”, Amelia announced.
“No you’re not young lady. You’re staying here where we can make sure you’re safe until you have seen the doctor. I have managed to get you in for an evening appointment today instead”, Catherine said.
“Don’t you get it woman? There’s nothing wrong with me!” Amelia exclaimed.
“Don’t speak to your mother like that!” Larry said, disapproving of his daughter’s bad attitude.
“Oh just fuck off the lot of you. I will live my life how I want to live it. Anyway I’m going to Tom’s”, Amelia stated.
“You aint driving!” Melanie ordered, whilst grabbing Amelia’s car keys from the car key wrack.
“Fuck it! I’ll walk then”, Amelia said with slight rage in her voice.
“Don’t be stupid Amelia. I’ll drive you there”, Larry insisted.
Amelia slumped into her dads BMW. She did not want to speak to him and there was an awkward atmosphere between the two of them. Larry finally broke the silence. “You’re gonna have to give us a break Amelia. We want the best for you. We’re just worried. It hurts to know that my little girl is unhappy and is hurting herself.”
“Where did you get that impression from?” Amelia snapped.
“Your sister. She told us that you had been cutting yourself”, Larry said.
“She had no right. It was a one time thing. I am just sick of being hassled. I’m dealing with this. Just leave me to get on with it”, Amelia lied. Larry let out a big sigh. After ten minutes, they had reached Tom’s house. “Give me a ring when you want picking up or let me know if Tom is dropping you off”, Larry said. “Bye”, Amelia said unenthusiastically.
“I’m sorry if I upset you baby”, Tom said apologetically to Amelia, whilst holding her on his bed.
“It’s okay”, said Amelia.
“I love you”, Tom said lovingly. Amelia then gave Tom a kiss on the lips. He held her by her hips and began to kiss her passionately. They had been kissing passionately for fifteen minutes when Amelia felt Tom’s hand creep up her leg. She pulled away. “Don’t”, Amelia said.
“Why?” Tom asked who was clearly feeling deflated.
“Because I don’t want you to touch me”, Amelia stated.
“What’s wrong with me? Am I unattractive? Don’t you want me? There’s someone else isn’t there? I knew it Amelia, don’t lie to me. Don’t deny it!” Tom said angrily, raising his voice.
“No Tom, you are so wrong. But I don’t deserve you”, Amelia mumbled, whilst playing with the string on her tracksuit bottoms.
“Oh cut the crap Amelia. For the past couple of months you have gone completely off me. You won’t kiss me, you won’t hug me, and you barely even talk to me. At least have some decency and tell me the truth!” Tom demanded. He was angry and upset. He wanted answers but Amelia refused to say anything. She sat on the bed in silence, whilst tears trickled down her tired, pale face. “Well say something then!” Tom shouted.
“I can’t”, said Amelia who sounded as if she had now hit a new low.
“Well get out then!” Tom ordered. Amelia scrambled off the bed but tripped over one of Tom’s trainers that he had not tidied away. As she fell her baggy tee shirt rode up her body, revealing her butchered torso. Tom’s heart sank and Amelia began to panic. “Wait wait, I’m sorry baby”, Tom apologised while he aided Amelia back onto her feet. “Get off, get off me!” Amelia shrieked.
“Please, tell me what’s happening. Please baby, tell me the truth. What is going on?” Tom pleaded. He was frightened and concerned. He was used to seeing cuts and scars on the patients he had encountered on his placement, but not somebody who he truly loved.
“Just let me go! Let me go!” Amelia screamed. Lewis rushed into the room, just as Amelia had clenched her fist, ready to hit Tom.
“Woah, woah, woah! What an earth is going on here?” Lewis enquired.
“Get him out of here Tom. Get him out of here! Get out you monster. You fucking monster!” Amelia was now hysterical. The sight of Lewis not only repulsed her but angered her too. She began hitting Lewis, as hard as she could with her fists. Tom tried his best to restrain her. He managed to grab her arms so she could no longer lash out at his brother. “Hang on Amelia, Lewis was only coming to see if everything was alright. What is wrong with you?” Tom said, still struggling to restrain his girlfriend.
“He’s come to torture me. He wants me dead. He’s stalking me. He’s everywhere. He’s going to kill me!” Amelia screamed, trying to get out of Tom’s strong grip.
“What the hell are you on about Amelia?” Tom asked. He was confused. He had no idea why his girlfriend was acting so aggressively and so strangely towards his brother.
“Think someone has a dose of the crazy”, Lewis said, smirking slightly.
“I’M NOT CRAZY! You have done this. All of this!!” Amelia continued to scream.
“You’re not helping Lewis”, Tom warned his brother.
“Oh for fucks sake Tom. How can you stand for this? She’s treated you like shit and she’s clearly unstable and it’s making you unhappy. Just throw her out. Do yourself a favour mate”, Lewis informed his brother. He was beginning to feel uneasy. He knew Amelia was hysterical and that she could blurt out his sordid secret any minute. He wanted her out the house as quickly as possible.
“You would say that wouldn’t you? After all you have done to me. He’s tortured me baby he’s tortured me”, Amelia was sobbing harder than she ever had done before.
“Get out Amelia. Tom clearly doesn’t want you here so just get out!” Lewis ordered Amelia.
“What do you mean Amelia? Tell me!” Tom urged Amelia. He was desperate to know what was going through her mind. He loosened his grip on her and held her hand.
“You really want to know?” Amelia asked. Tom nodded his head whilst holding Amelia by her soft, porcelain coloured hands. Lewis began to look rather sheepish. Amelia looked at Lewis and pointed at him. “He raped me!”
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