"I can't believe you let him do that," I say quietly before I brush Amelia off and leave the room, taking the stairs two at a time and slamming my bedroom door shut behind me. I pace back and forth, balling up my hands into fists before shaking them out. Dante's never been violent to my knowledge, but him being alone with Amelia makes me want to rip my room to shreds.
There's a soft knock at the door as I sit down on the edge of my old bed. Can't they just leave me the fuck alone?
"Go away," I say just loud enough for the person outside the door to hear. I don't lift my head up when the door creaks open anyway, and I hear the soft footsteps make their way towards me. Only when I feel her hand rustle softly through my hair do I exhale the breath that I didn't know I was holding.
"I'm sorry I made you come to this," Amelia speaks softly, her sorrowful tone immediately filling me with guilt. She didn't know that this was going to happen; she doesn't even really know what went on. I shake my head and reach my hand up to take hers out of my hair, bringing it down to my lips to place a kiss on the back of it.
"It's not your fault," I reply in a tone not unlike a four-year-old, all mumbling and sad. I'm not sad though; I'm pissed off. How dare they come here and act like everything's fine? How much of a moron does he have to be to think that approaching my girlfriend at a family function and trying to get her to be on his side would be a good idea?
Before I know it, she comes into view, squatting her tiny body down in front of me, her hands on my knees supporting her weight. I both hate and love the look on her face that she's giving me right now; hate it because it's the look of sorrow and love it because it's her face. I fucking love her face, always.
"Why don't we go on a little walk? Maybe it will help you calm down a little bit?" she suggests in a soft tone, leaning her head to the side allowing some of her hair to fall around her face. "Maybe you can take me to your school, show me that old makeout tree from your painting?" she asks with a smirk.
I let out a soft chuckle before I respond. "They've knocked that tree down now." She grins widely, which has me grinning.