Oh my lovelies, I have a good news!

Mr. Control Freak is sitting at rank 2 in Romance, rn. Isn't it amazing?

I wanted to thank you all. So, consider this chapter as a little gift from my side :)

Love y'all.❤

AMELIA'S P.O.V.

"Oh yeah, Miss. Rebecca Torres?"

I pushed him back but he didn't budge. Just then, my eyes landed on the table. There were several empty bottles of Jack Daniels and some other. It was clear that he was drunk.

To say these words didn't effect me at all would be a lie, because that literally stabbed me right through my heart. I was least expecting him to say these words to me. I never thought he could bring up my past, let alone in this situation. Not to forget about him accusing me of a thing, I have no idea about. I know, he's drunk but we can't say that what a drunk person says is all bullshit. Sometimes, it is truth, or you can say the reality. The feelings other person is having for you or what they think about you.

If he's talking to me like this, then he must be thinking about me all the while drinking.

My hands itched but I restrained myself.

"What? What did you say that night?" He slurred and his grip on me loosen, "You're a whore?"

And that was the last string. I lost it. I pulled my fist back and landed right square in his jaw with full force.

That made my wrist to bend in an awkward angle but I don't regret it. My wrist is broken and so is his face. He was unconcious.

I don't care.

I turned around to leave but my feet stopped on their own. I was wincing due to the pain, not in my wrist but because of what Alarick had caused me. I know, I know he wouldn't remember anything when he wakes up but drunk or not, damage has been done. Does this mean whenever he's drunk, he's going to call me a whore?

One word. Just one word. And it ruined it all.

It never hurt when someone else called me a whore but this time, it is hurting and I have no words for it.

I looked down at his unconcious form. I wanted to cry but I couldn't.

Is this life? Is it always going to be unfair with me?

I wanted to leave him, but I couldn't. Maybe I am weak. This doesn't mean that I am going to forget what he said. If I am staying, then its because I'm not like him. Whatever are the reasons, he can't call me a whore. Not now, when I have learned to stand up for myself.

I tried pulling him up but a hard pang in my wrist caused me to stumble. This is really bad. I think I might call someone here.

I dialled Regina's number and she picked on the first ring.

"Amelia? Where were you? Why didn't you call me?"

"I'll tell you everything but right now, I need you to come meet me at Alarick's mom's house."

"Tiana's? But Alarick went there last night."

"Yes, he's here with me. I need help. He's drunk and I've broken my wrist."

"What? How? What were you doing?"

"Come on, Reg. Please, hurry. I need you here and I think we have to take Alarick to hospital."

"Whoa! What happened to him? Were you playing some gorilla game or something?"

"I punched him in the face...accidentally and now he's unconcious."

"Oh. I am coming with Asher. Give me ten minutes."

She hung up and I released a sigh. It was so embarrassing. Punching your boyfriend in the face and break your wrist.

Boyfriend.

A dark chuckle escaped my lips and I shook my head at myself.

I waited for Regina sitting beside Alarick. My head is storming with thoughts. The more I look at him, the more stupid I feel. Was it a mistake? Loving him?

Right now, I feel pity for myself. If I see, Alarick was my first real love. He showed me what the words, love and care meant. Now, is he going to show me what selfishness and hate means too? And to be honest, so many people have already taught me about them enough.

My hand shot up to wipe a tear on my face but there wasn't any. I know I cry even on small things but that's not it. I cry on small things because I can't on bigger and more complicated situations. It's like my tears are all gathered in a box and whenever I get a small reason, I release them all.

And to say that when I am crying, its only on one thing then its wrong because when I am that emotional, I play all my life in front of my eyes. In these moments, I mourn for myself. I mourn for what I've been through. And sure people don't know that.

Whenever people meet me who just came to know what happened to me, they always ask me why didn't I tell them? So, why don't they ask themselves just one question,

why didn't we ask her?

People have nothing to say other than this in their defense. They can't redo what they did or how they ignored all the facts. I am not saying that they are supposed to ask me or help me. I don't need them.

Everyone is selfish, in their own way. They think that what they're doing wouldn't harm anyone and they are thinking about everyone, while all the way they're thinking how not to harm themselves.

I just demand one thing, if you can't stay beside me in my bad or even good then don't ask questions about how I lived through it and especially why didn't I tell you. That's it.

Alarick stirred and I thought he was getting up but no. He was still out. Just then, I heard footsteps and Asher appeared in the doorway with Regina trailing behind him.

"You, superwoman." He said and started struggling with Alarick.

"Are you alright?" Regina asked as soon as she reached me, "Asher, can you carry him alone?"

"Yes, It's alright. He's a hunk, I am a hunk. Way to go." He said and began dragging Alarick behind him.

"Yes," Regina seethed, "I see how a hunk is dragging another stupid, duck faced hunk behind him."

I faked a laugh, "he's isn't duck faced."

"Look close, dear. He's pouting, no, making a duck face."

I peered at him and sure he was pouting but even that didn't lighten my gloomy mood. I was stuck in melancholy, again.

"Okay now lets see what you did to your wrist." Both of them were out of sight when Regina began examining my wrist, "Its not that bad, right?"

"Yes, its alright and I don't feel white pain anymore. It hurts but I think I don't need medical attention."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded, "but we have to go with Asher."

"Okay."

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After half an hour, We were in hospital and turned out, he just passed out because of too many drinks.

His face was alright. I couldn't do much harm because half of the impact was on my own wrist.

Sure, Alarick was again blacked out on the way home. I decided to stay with him while Regina and Asher had to go back to Liam.

It was almost night and Alarick was still in bed. I have no idea what is going on. Where's Tiana? I called Scarlett and she is still at home, all right and dandy, her words not mine. Phoebe is still here, in her room. She said she doesn't leave room when Alarick's around and I should not see her because that can make Alarick suspicious and she can't risk that. So, here I am, with Ria making chicken casserole.

"Is it done?" I asked her as she took the dish out of oven. It looked so yummy, I wanted to dig in right there and then.

But, no.

"Yes, it is."

"I'll check on Alarick then." I told her and went upstairs. He's supposed to be up now.

I opened the door and I was right. He was there in the bed. There was no light, accept the one on bedside table. So, I switched on the multiple lights illumimating the whole room and making him look less creepy.

"Are you sober now?" I asked him as I neared his bed. Although, I am supposed to be hell of angry and ask him for some explanations but I'll keep quite.

"I think so." He said not meeting my eyes.

I nodded.

"Did...did I do something wrong?" He asked still looking behind me. I wish it was just something wrong.

"Why are you asking?"

"I don't know. You look angry and I was drunk. I do stupid things when I am drunk."

"Yes, you do. You do stupid things when you are drunk." I didn't look at him instead my eyes were trained on the black comforter covering his legs.

"I am sorry. I don't remember anything."

"Yes, that's why people drink. Don't they? But let me remind you everything, Mr. Knight. You drank because you wanted to escape the reality. The reality of your mother and Scarlett. Yes, I know Scarlett. I know the whole story. And one more thing. Alarick, will you always bring up my past whenever you're drunk?"

He was still. He didn't utter a word. He just looked at me with stern face.

"Wh...What did I say?"

I shook my head. I didn't want to repeat it but then he must know what he did, "Is it bad if your boyfriend calls you a whore?"

His eyes widened.

"I am sorry, Rose. I don't know why I said that." He tried getting up but winced and fell back, probably the side effects, "I think that was because I was thinking about my past too much. I don't do that often. Look at me, Rose. You have seen me drunk. You know that I am not like this. I am sorry if hurt you. I didn't mean a word."

He was right here. I've seen him drunk and he never brought up anything like this. Not about me nor him. I needed sometime to think about it but before I needed some other answers. I walked towards the bed and sat on the edge. I wanted to shrug this whore thing off for awhile. I can't think about anything else with it invading my mind like a plague.

"Alarick. You don't have to say these things. You can't take your words back. I need sometime."

He nodded sniffing and rubbing his face vigrously, "I know I am weak. Good for nothing."

Wait.

"What do you mean?"

He didn't answer instead he kept nodding.

"Alarick?" Tears pricked on the back of my eyes but I couldn't cry, I am not supposed to be this weak, realization was hitting me hard, "Will you ever share anything with me?"

In an instant, he was gazing right into my eyes as if wanted to show he had nothing to hide, but I could see the whole world in his eyes, to which I was unaware of.

Am I even close to him?

"Who's Scarlett to you?" I finally asked him that would surely begin the things from start, "I want to hear it from you."

He looked at me for a second and then he grabbed my hand squeezing it, "Amelia, there's nothing to hide. Okay, my mother Tiana wasn't very fond of children. Not even her own." That made him go back into his deep thoughts but he continued anyway, "My brother and I have lived a very lonely life. Father was never with us. And my sister, well, she knew how to play. At least, mom was okay with her. Then, Scarlett came. Mom hated her. It was a typical cinderella story," he chuckled softly and if I wasn't wrong, he even tested her name on his lips again, but it was only a whisper, "I helped her getting away, that's it and if you want to ask why I am not very bothered about mom's death then again, she wasn't very fond of her children and same was the case with children."

"You know who killed her?" I asked gingerly still hoping that it might not hurt him anyway.

He nodded.

"That's why you don't want the cops involved?"

"Amelia, it was a suicide." He shrugged off.

"But the gun? And what about Scarlett?"

"Why are you so worried about her?" He asked not paying attention towards me, just then I heard his phone ring in his lap.

To say I was shocked was an understatement. It was Scarlett calling.

"Excuse me." He said and took the call. I thought he was going to stay in the bed but he left. He left me so he could talk to Scarlett.

These pangs of hurt which were currently striking right through my chest weren't so good. I felt an urge to cry but then I thought for what? Because Alarick didn't want me to hear their talk?. That's rubbish.

I stood up and began examining the room. Just like outside, it was even more homey from inside. I saw several frames on the wall when I heard his voice from the balcony. I neared the door for God knows why.

"I missed you too."

"Oh right. I'll be there."

"See you."

I quickly went back to my place before he emerged back into the room. I waited for him. For any explanation. For him to tell me about Scarlett, that they were going to meet up, or anything else but he didn't say anything.

I can't let this go. I am not being stubborn. I just don't want anymore misunderstanding or complications between us. I have lost plenty of my days just by assuming. So, I am going to follow the one rule I made for us. Talk.

"Alarick. I won't ask you again. Who's Scarlett to you? Please be honest." I felt like a child begging for his honesty but he didn't look bothered at all. Instead, he turned around and leaned against the wall, hitting the wall softly as if mustering up something. And then he turned around exhaling sharply,

"Are you sure, you can listen?"

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