I'm Sorry (Watty Nominated 2019)

⚠TRIGGER WARNING:⚠
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE OF A SEXUAL NATURE. IT IS NOT IN GRAPHIC DETAIL, BUT I STILL WOULD JUST LIKE TO WARN YOU. FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS CHAPTER IF YOU WANT AS THE IMPORTANT PART TO THE STORIES PLOT IS THAT HUNTER RAPED AMELIA. THIS IS ONLY AMELIA RELAYING THE EVENTS TO NIKOLAI SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
SENSITIVE READERS SHOULD RATHER SKIP THIS CHAPTER.
I HOPE THIS CHAPTER ANSWERS ALL YOUR QUESTIONS ABOUT AMELIA'S PAST AND CURRENT SITUATION.

Chapter 7
Amelia Cunningham

My hands are shaking as i close Reaper and put him away in my drawer. I stand from my bed as the consistent knocking on the front door ricochets throughout the empty house.

My vision is blurring but I'm not sure whether it's because of tears or because of sweat. I slowly walk down the staircase and towards the front door, my heart in my throat.

If i don't calm down, i would spiral into another panic attack.

I stop in front of the door.

The knocking stops.

But i was afraid. What if it wasn't Nikolai?

"Is it you?" I ask loudly enough for him to be able to hear me through the door.

"It's me, Amelia. Please, open up." He replies, his voice low.

I lock open the door and before i can so much as speak, Nikolai pulls me into his arms. He holds me so tightly that i forget what was going on, why he was here.

All i can focus on is his hand laced through my hair, holding me like it was the last time he'd see me. Tears wets my eyes as my fingers creep up along his back and i am suddenly holding him just as tightly.

I hold him like he'd disappear if i let go.

Because that's exactly what's going to happen once he knows what happened to me.

His going to disappear.

His going to leave.

After what feels like forever, Nikolai slowly pulls back and looks down at me. His arms are still around me and his eyes hold the kind of intensity that make you feel like a window pane, like an open door.

"Tell me everything. Don't be afraid. I'm not going anywhere, Amelia. No matter how bad it is." He says quietly, before his thumb comes up to wipe away my tears.

I nod slowly and he leans forward, his warm lips grazing my forehead. I close my eyes to savour the moment, but it is over almost too soon.

He pulls away and locks the front door behind us.

I watch his back muscles flex under his t-shirt. My face burns up and i look down at the ground instead.

"Let's go to my room." I say, my voice shaking.

He turns around and nods, taking my hand in his and allowing me to lead the way.

We walk up the stairs in silence and i push open my room's door. We walk in.

Nikolai doesn't even look around.