Price of the Past

          Warning : blood, violence, and full blown smut

       If any of these things bother you, I suggest     
     skipping this chapter. It will be in full detail.

                                       Amelia POV

  
              I was back there. With Susan, cooking dinner together. We were making our creamy chicken pasta. And let me tell you, it was an "Award winning" dish.
              My hand was gliding against the cutting board, slicing the chicken. I always felt at peace cooking with her. But then something changed.
              I could see the sun quickly going down, replacing light with dark.
              I looked over at Susan, and her eyes were gone. She was still, emotionless. I felt her grip onto my wrist and slam the knife that was in my hand onto her own. All I could see was blood. So much blood. And a voice saying, "You did this to me."

              I jolted from my bed, barely gasping for air. The pain in my chest was unimaginable. Every time I thought of her, I couldn't help but to think that I could have prevented it.
              I wish I had some sort of clock to see what time it was. But it was easy to tell that it was the middle of the night. The fear that I had in the back of my mind wouldn't falter, and the first person I thought of was Peter.
              He was the only person who calmed me down, and I had an unbearable need for him. No matter how hard I pushed that feeling out, it always crawled back in.
              I'm done with refusing it. If I can reach out to find objects, as well as people, then I should be able to speak to them also.
              I closed my eyes, focusing on Peter. I need him to hear me. What I was feeling was indescribable. Something only he could fix. 

Please hear me

                                       Peter

                I couldn't sleep. I wanted to stay with her, comfort her throughout the night. But unfortunately, life doesn't always play in our favor.
               Laying back onto the bed, I gazed up at the ceiling. No matter how hard I tried, her image always wormed it's way back into my thoughts.
              "Peter." I quickly sat up, looking around my room.

I know I didn't imagine that.

"Peter." It was hushed, but it was a voice I knew all too well.
              Is she reaching out to me? My girl has gotten so strong. I jumped to my feet and threw my clothes back on. If she's reaching out to me, something could be wrong.
              I panicked and quickly made my way out of the room and into the hall. I'll be there soon, Ames.

                                     Amelia

This was stupid. It clearly wasn't going to work. I sighed in disappointment and held onto the pillow next to me, pretending it could somehow comfort me.
But then I heard the key sound at the door. "Ames, what's wrong?"
I can't believe it worked! There were so many different ways that I wanted to answer his question with. But I couldn't vocalize it. All I could think about was him being near me. So instead, I stood up to grab his hand, pulling us both back onto the bed.
Placing my hand on the nape of his neck, I pressed my lips onto his, hoping that he would understand what I truly needed right now.
"Amelia..." he started to protest, but I stopped him. "Peter please, I need this. I need you. Help me forget."
Something was battling inside him. But as he looked down at me with those beautiful eyes, I watched him let go.
               His tongue swept across my bottom lip before devouring me completely.
               I felt his hands drag to the hem of my sweatshirt, and he stopped to look up at me, "May I?" Giving him a small smile, I begged, "Please."
                That was all he needed to quickly discard my shirt. I could hear his breathing hitch as he looked down at me. His hand lightly traced from my neck down to my chest, my nipples hardening at his touch.
               He gave me a pleased smirk, dipping down to give me light kisses from my neck to my breasts.
              His tongue grazed over my nipple so softly, that I barely realized it happened. Dammit. He's teasing me.
             "Peter, please." He chuckled at me and pinched my nipples, causing my hips to buck up. "Say it again." Oh, fuck. Does he like it when I beg?
              "Please," I gasped out, needing him to touch me. I've never needed to be touched so badly in my life. "Please, what? Use your words, Ames." I'm pretty sure I've never been this wet before, but I didn't know what to say.
              "I... I don't know. I just need you. Please." I didn't care how desperate I sounded. But something about what I had just said caused his eyebrows to furrow.
              "Wait, what do you mean, you don't know?" I felt my cheeks instantly turn red. I looked away from him, embarrassed. He put his hand on my chin, forcing me to look back at him.
              "Ames, is this... your first time?" I let out a staggered breath and nodded.
               Something in his demeanor changed. His eyes grew darker, filled with lust. He slammed his lips to mine, groaning into the kiss.