Broken

||Chapter Six||

It's been about three weeks since I've been staying at Destine's. Well more like forced but I'm not complaining anymore. I'm more confused than anything else at this point.

Why did Destine trust me to stay at her place? Why are they two different sets of people's pictures hidden? Why did she have not one, but TWO guns, I mean I understand one for protection but two seems a bit rash if it ain't paranoid.

Last but not least... Why did she kiss me, and the next big question, why did I let her? I mean, I barely know her right, I don't even know her last name for Christ's sake! To be fair I don't think she knows mine either...

Right now I was laying in bed waiting for Destine to get out of the shower so I could use it. After our very heated moment a few weeks ago nothing much has really happened apart from some really intense moments of eye s*x. Or that's what I'm calling it because honestly, she was staring directly into my eyes for a really long time. And those blue eyes knew how to mesmerized me. All of this and neither of us saw fit to talk about the kiss--er, those kisses.

She emerged from the bathroom with a towel tied around her head skillfully - I secretly wished I could do that - and a towel wrapped around her torso. "Alright, that's all you, now get in the shower and hurry we have a guest today."

A guest? Who could this be?

"Who's coming?" I got up and turned to her.

"My brother. He's just coming to pick up a few things and catch up."

Well, this sounds simple enough. Hopefully, he asks me no questions. "Oh, well cool." I shrugged entering the bathroom and closing the door. I reached the usual spot where my toothbrush is kept and groaned in frustration when I remembered that I left it on the bedside table.

I turned around and exited the bathroom to be met with a fully naked Destine facing me. There was a full body mirror installed in her bathroom door and I'm guessing she was fixing her hair.

Fuck. "Whoa! Holy s**t!" I slipped then held onto the door then lost my footing and fell to the porcelain tiled floor. She then walked in still naked standing over me. Christ, her body is glorious.

"Amelia! Oh my goodness are you alright?!" She said kneeling, her breasts nearly hanging over my goddamn face.

Is that a potato shaped birthmark? I thought as I glimpsed the area just below her full breasts.

"I'm fine! Go put some clothes on, what're you, a nudist?!" Just prancing around in her birthday suit like she owned the place. The nerve.

"Oh my goodness, I hadn't really thought about my nakedness, it's rather normal for me at this point." She got up and shrugged walking out of the bathroom.

I've seen my fair share of her backside but this is new to the game. I sighed rubbing my sore butt. "Ouch... Shit." I grumbled, realizing that I still don't have my toothbrush. This time I learnt my lesson and decided to call out to Destine. "Hey, Destine! Could you look on the nightstand if you see my teeth brusher?" I called.

"You mean your toothbrush?" She sounded confused.

"Potato, potahto," I smirked taking the toothbrush from Destine's arm poking through the door.

"No... Potato, toothbrush." She deadpanned from outside the door.

I applied an ample amount of toothpaste to my toothbrush and started brushing when I replied. "It's mine, it's going in my mouth, I'll call it what I want!" I said, the foam muffling my speech a bit.

She huffed in frustration. Winner winner chicken dinner. Me one, Destine... Probably twenty by now. Whatever I still won!

I got in the bathroom shower after removing my clothes and let the water run over me. As the water hit my back it felt like Satan himself came up from the underworld and ran his tongue down my back! I flinched back. "f**k! s**t! Motherfucking f**k!" Hey, swear words stop the pain faster. Did Destine really need the water this hot?!

Seeing Destine's body really got me all kinds of hot and bothered. I mean, she gave new meaning to the term! I sighed and turned the knob to cool.

I'd turn it to cold but I don't want to die of hypothermia.

After I got used to the water I started washing my hair. Closing my eyes I slowly lathered my short mane.

It was six months now since the incident with seeing Darcie. I was now sitting in front of a table beside two adults, a curly haired black woman, and a brunette man.

"I know she's a little old but she's very smart, one of our smartest students and she's quite the athlete." Miss Vernon gushed on.

'Athletic' she says, I nearly guffawed. I'm guessing she was referring to all the fights I've been in since I've been in here.

"Oh, age ain't my concern... My husband here can't get it up to save his life!" The woman spoke.

"You know that's not my fault!" He hissed. Then faced us. "The doctor says I have premature erectile dysfunction..." A blush swept across his cheeks.

"Aaannnd, he much rather adopts because we have three boys and he always wanted a girl." The wife rolled her eyes.

Miss Vernon simply shook her head, "Well you've got one of the best of the lot here." She started. "Just sign these documents and I'll get you processed. It might take a few weeks."

"Well OK!" The man spoke.

Never did they once speak to me after asking my age and name. I'm sure this stay won't be for long. This woman is a real hothead...

A few months later and guess what? I'm dropped right back at the orphanage.

"Too violent," they said. Have they met their sons! They all ganged up on me for splitting the chores while 'dad' was at work and 'mom' was at the gym, which she stayed at sixteen hours of the day.

It's not my fault my adrenaline got the best of me and the boys all ended up with a broken nose, black eyes a bloody mouth.

OK, maybe I lost control.

I was berated by all my caregivers in a room that night, all telling me how I'm too violent and that it's not the way and I'm going to kill someone and go to jail or someone is gonna kill me...

They wouldn't listen to me, it's not my fault, people always aggravate me first. "Shut up!" I screamed.

I ate dinner in my room for a week.

Before I knew it I was stepping out of the shower. I dried myself with my towel then wrapping it around me.

"You know you have some serious anger issues, Amelia," Destine said as I exited the bathroom. She was busying herself with the tedious task of folding clothes out of the hamper.

I'm more of leave on a chair in my room or a stuff in my drawer kinda gal but whatever.

"No, I don't," I answered. "People just always manage to piss me off. In this case, it was that seething cauldron you call water that came out of your shower head. No way you bathe with that homie."

She tilted her head and stopped her folding. "It cleans my pores quite well for your information!" She said then went back to folding the last of the clothes, she threw some clothes my way, "Get dressed, my brother's gonna be here any minute." She said hurriedly.

I rushed back in the bathroom and put on a black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, the rips in it were bigger than the last time I wore it, exposing my knees and a bit of my thighs, but I didn't care, in fact, I kinda like it.

Getting out of the bathroom I slipped on my socks and converse. "Happy now?" I stretched my arms out as if to say hello here I am.

Finally finished with her folding she turned to me. "I'm ecstatic." She said flatly.

I walked over to her and folded my arms. "Whoa, try to contain your excitement." I quipped sarcastically.

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

"Oh, he's here!" Destine said bolting out the door and headed downstairs. I simply stuffed my hands in my back pockets and walked out taking my sweet precious time.

"Whatever.," I muttered to myself. I was kinda down that someone was honing in on my time alone with Destine, I mean, it's her brother but still. I know I'm pretty selfish, and she's not even my girlfriend. At least I think so... What were we anyways???

As I got downstairs I saw him and Destine sitting on the couch talking. Well it's definitely the guy I saw in the photos, dark brown hair, light blue-ish eyes, only difference was that he was older, and there was this abnormal dimple or dent on his cheek when he smiled, when he doesn't it looks like a healed gash in his face, like he got smacked in the face with a shovel.

I'd ask him about it but maybe it's not my place. I walked over which got both of them to turn to look at me. He stood and approached me, "You must be Amelia." He extended his arms for a hug.

Ugh. He seems like a nice guy and all but I'm not much of an affectionate person. "Sorry, not a hugger," I said waving my hand at him then offering it as a handshake. He chuckled a bit and gripped my hand firmly.

"Oh, that's fine. Nice to meet you." He replied, he didn't have a French accent like Destine. If they were related wouldn't they have similar accents?

"So how come you don't sound like french toast over there," I smirked nodding in Destine's direction.

They both took a quick glance at each other. Destine got up and answered. "Well, I was born in France, three years after him. He was born in the states."

Oh. "Oh, well that makes sense I guess, so what was your name again?" I pointed awkwardly at him.

"Simon." He said simply. Still no goddamn last name! Do they not have one?

I shrugged and walked over to Destine and pulled her to sit, then Simon sat down next to her. "So what now?" I shifted uncomfortably, this is not how I sit on a couch.

It was silent for a beat then Simon cleared his throat and spoke. "So Destine could I get the thing?"

Thing? What thing? I'd ask but I'd rather not seem nosey. Wait, do I care?

"What thing?" I turned to both of them.

"Nothing." They said in unison quickly.

Suspicious. "I mean, it's nothing really important, just something mother and father left us." Destine recovered. She then quickly got up and went upstairs. "I'll go get it." She said, leaving me with Simon.

There was a whole minute of awkward silence before he spoke. "Nice tattoos." He pointed to my half sleeve tattoo.

I rubbed my arm, completely forgetting that I had them. "Thanks." I then noticed his wrist. An infinity sign next to an S tattoo. "Who's S?" I pried.

His content smile suddenly fell and it was as if a wave of sadness washed over him. His eyes became glassy and I knew I shouldn't have asked. He chuckled humorlessly "Her name was actually Velma, but she insisted that I call her Sunbeam. She was my girlfriend." His eyes weren't glassy anymore but his tone was still somber.

"Was?" I continued.

"She died a year ago." He said looking at his tattoo.

Just then Destine came back with a familiar box. The brown box. Was she giving him the guns?

"OK! Sy it's all yours. Pasta anyone?" She spoke a little too excitedly, or maybe she was out of breath, who knew.

I'm feeling a little bit like mystery Inc right about now. I laughed and answered. "Who's making?"

"Why me of course!" She said coyly, shaking her shoulder as she walked over to the kitchen and began.

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After dinner, Simon decided it was time to leave.

"It was so good to see you again Sy," Destine said mid-hug.

"Argh, you too little sister." She said struggling out of her grip.

I sat on the couch comfortably, feet propped up on the coffee table and hands behind my head. This is how I sit on a couch.

Simon leaned in saying something that only Destine could hear, smirking then glancing in my direction quickly.

Destine shook her head no.

"Oh, nice meeting you Amelia!" He waved.

"Yeah, you too," I replied. He turned back to Destine.

I heard Destine saying something in French to Simon. "Juste faire attention, je suis inquiet pour toi."

What the hell? Why'd she need to speak French?

He simply nodded and patted her shoulder and left. After she closed the door she came and sat (more like plopped) next to me.

"So that was fun."

I sighed. "Yeahhhhh, so fun woooo." I mock cheered.

"Please, contain your excitement." She retorted.

I chuckled extending my hand for a handshake. "Hello pot, I'm the kettle." I joked.

"Haha, very funny Amelia." I just love it when she calls my name. It's like it just tumbles out of her mouth with so much meaning behind it, no matter how she says it.

"So Simon thought we were together. Can you believe that?" She laughed.

Actually stung a bit.

"What made him think that?" I tried to sound nonchalant.

"I didn't ask, but it's funny no?" She giggled.

"No. No, it's not funny." I said suddenly serious.

"Amelia, what's wrong?" She asked shifting closer.

"Are we not going to talk about that night?" I stared at whatever nonsense was going on TV.

"What's there to talk about?" She asked still turning to me.

Is she seriously asking me that? I mean, after all that happened she really is going to try and come off as oblivious.

I turned to her. "C'mere," I called. She shifted even closer. It was now or never.

I grabbed her and crushed my lips against hers. She was stock still for maybe two seconds before she reciprocated. No tongue, just her velvet soft lips on mine. I gently sucked her bottom lip and continued moving our lips in sync.

Soon I felt my lungs burning, begging for oxygen and I pulled away.

"How... Did that feel?" I asked panting.

"Don't...ever do that again." She replied equally out of breath.

"Why not?" My eyebrows reflected my confusion.

"Because it's gonna lead to something... More." She said, I don't think she meant for it to sound that sensual but her accent sure makes it sound that way.

"Well don't you want more?" Truthfully I'm not sure what 'more' she was talking about right now.

"Not now. Look, Amelia. I'm going through a difficult time right now. And for your own good... We can't do this... Whatever this is." She finished then sighed, turning away from me reclining on the couch.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, I'm hurt. "Oh. Well, that's OK. No big deal yeah?" I got up heading for the door. I could use a drink, maybe five.

"Where are you going?" She asked getting up.

"To get a drink, you wanna come with?" I asked opening the door.

"I have several brands of wine in my armoire." She stated.

"Look french toast, I'm kind of in the mood for a beer, whiskey, tequila, some hard stuff," I said a little too harshly.

"Oh. I guess I could tag along and clear my mind." She took up her purse off the coffee table and we decided to take the short drive to the bar. The same bar I bashed in that sleazeball's face.

We sat by the counter and I waved to the bartender to come take our order.

"What can I do for you ladies?" He smirked.

He was staring at Destine. I felt my chest burn. "We'll have two shots of whiskey," I said directing his attention to me.

"Coming up cutie." The bald buff man in black said as he walked off fetching our drink.

"I think he likes you." She said giggling.

"Me?! Did you see the way he was undressing you with his eyes? Makes me sick." I wish my drink was here, I need to loosen up.

"Aw come on Amelia, he wasn't, I'm sure he's a nice man." She slapped my arm

Just then he came back with the bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. "Here you go, ladies." He winked at Destine then slipped her a piece of paper. "Call me sweet thing." He walked away to tend to other people at the bar counter.

Ugh. Slimeball. I snatched the paper, crumpled it up and flicked the paper ball at him. It hit the back of his head. Destine giggled uncontrollably. "Oh my gosh!"

He didn't even budge, too caught up with the bleached blonde he was flirting with I guess. At least maybe he'll leave Destine alone.

"So shall we?" I said unscrewing the bottle.

I poured Destine a shot then myself. She downed the harsh liquid quickly. "Hit me again." She said slamming the cup on the counter.

Well then.

"Hold on! Gotta keep up." I quickly downed my drink and poured another round.

We started downing rounds fairly quickly now. I could feel the harsh liquid kicking in, making my head spin, thoughts were blurry now. I looked over to Destine and noticed that she was still laughing at something I said maybe ten minutes ago.

"Bahahahaha! Mackerel!" She guffawed. I've never heard her laugh like that before.

It was pretty. And it seemed to be contagious.

We were almost at the bottom at be bottle when the bartender came and asked how we were doing.

"Bring t-two bottles of Blue Moon beer!" Destine stuttered then threw some money at him. She was definitely hammered and I was almost there.

"You're so pretty Amelia." She said poking my arm.

"Well so are you Destine," I replied poking her cheek.

"Who's Destine?" She giggled.

"Yoooouuuu." I drawled. Then started laughing.

She giggled, "My name isn't--beer!" She said looking at the bartender who was coming back wielding two bottles of beer.

"Here you go, ladies."

"Woo!" I yelled. "Race ya!" I said to Destine.

"You're on!" She clinked her bottle with mine and we started downing our beer.

I chugged as fast as I could and finished maybe a few seconds before Destine. "No fair! New game!" She poked my boob.

"Ow! Hey sourpuss what'd ya do that for?" I asked rubbing my boob.

"I'm p-pressing the button for a new game duh!" She stated.

Oh.

Makes sense.

"Barkeep my good man! Get your booty over here!" I yelled waving my hand laughing. He soon walked over.

Destine threw more money at him. "Bring another round!" Destine snickered.

The rounds kept coming and coming because I kept winning and Destine is a sore loser! "H-hey! Shtaap ordering d-drinks." I slurred. Speaking was getting difficult. "Gimme that F-French toast!" I said grabbing the bottle that she was currently trying to finish.

"Heeeyyyyy!" She whined.

I slid off my seat and stumbled. "Whoa-aaa." I drawled. "We needa get home."

She slid off her seat and nearly fell, she steadied herself by grabbing her chair. She picked up her purse off the counter. We then buck shuffled out of the bar and felt the cool autumn breeze hit us in the face.

"W-we can't drive home," I said closing my eyes trying to stop the place from spinning. Destine didn't answer me but I felt a warmth near my face and the smell of liquor with a hint of bubblegum.

I opened my eyes to see Destine staring at me, just a few inches from my face. "You're so b-beautiful Ameliaaa." She told me. "I missed you s-so much." She said again. I was confused at that.

"Wha? But I'm riiiiight here." I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

She suddenly leaned in, crashing her lips against mine into a sloppy, drunken, passionate kiss. Lips moving in sync, tongues dancing, teeth gnashing. It made me even dizzier. My body was heating up, especially near the apex of my legs.

'Beep beep beep' a horn honked pulling me away from the lips of an angel. "f**k you perv!" I yelled flipping him off as he drove away.

I decided to get a taxi to take this session away from prying eyes and perverts. I stumbled to the curb and flailed my arms like an i***t. "Stooooopppp! Stupid motherfucker!" I said as a cab flew passed.

After about five minutes a cab pulled over and Destine and I went it. Instantly her lips merged with mine again. "You're so sexy Amelia." She muttered through kisses.

"You're t-the sexy one..." I cupped her breasts running my tongue down her neck.

"Ahem... Is this your stop?" The driver asked interrupting us. Ugh so rude! I then looked outside and saw Destine's loft.

"Oooooh yes, this is the place hooman!" I chuckled struggling to open the door. "Fuuuuck!" I slurred. After a moment I finally got it open and we practically ran to her front door.

I kissed her neck as she fiddled in her purse for her keys. "Ameliaaa... Shtaaap." She was giggling like a child. She finally found her keys and opened the door laughing like nut jobs.

She dropped her purse and keys by the now closed door then lunged at me.

I lifted her squeezing her ass. She wrapped her legs around my waist. We were locked in a heated lip lock. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and I felt the apex of my legs heat up even more. I felt her arms tighten around my neck, she was grinding on me. The feeling was sweet torture. "Fuck." I hissed.

"Me." Destine managed to say.

Destine moved her lips to my neck where she sucked, licked and bit, I'm sure I'm marked by now. I moaned at the sensation, head still spinning. "Oh god..." She bit my sweet spot.

"Bed." I'm not sure which one of us said that but that's a great idea!