Broken

||Chapter Three||

I turned around quickly. "Whoa!" I said with my arm blocking my face even though I was facing the wall now. "Why are you naked?!"

"I always sleep like this." She said. I couldn't see her but I'm almost a hundred percent sure she's doing that adorable head tilt.

"Don't you get cold sleeping like that?" I asked still not turning around.

"My covers keep me quite warm. Stop being so ridiculous Amelia. If it helps I'll go under the covers now so you can turn around." She giggled. I heard the bed squeak slightly, signaling that she's in bed.

"Are you covered?" I asked blushing crazily. It's part of the reason I turned away. Her body was beautiful. Well from the little I saw. Smooth shapely waist, flawless back running all the way down to the curve of her butt. And what an amazing butt, she must do yoga or something.

She giggled again. "Yes, Amelia."

I slowly turned around and saw that she was sitting up and holding the sheet up to her chest resting her head on a pillow that was propped up on the headboard.

I took tentative steps to the bed and sat at the edge.

"I won't bite Amelia, calm down. Relax."

I took a deep breath and lay down. I was as stiff as a board. What the hell was wrong with me? I'm usually the cool and collected one. I was so confused because I was so uneasy yet comfortable.

"Go to sleep Frenchie." I turned on my side away from her.

"Well, now I'm wide awake. Aren't you?" Truthfully I wasn't the least bit tired but I could not face her knowing she was naked under the sheets.

"I'm kinda tired." I lied.

"Kinda." I felt her head tilt this time. "Come on Amelia, now's the best time to talk."

Why does she want to talk right now? It's 3:30 in the morning.

"Can't that wait until daybreak?" I asked annoyed.

"Well yes but--" Her phone on the bedside table started ringing.

She quickly got out of bed, naked and all and went into the bathroom and quickly closed the door. What was that all about?

I laid back on the bed and tried incredibly hard not to eavesdrop. She was speaking so loudly.

"Do not call me again about that Simon." Was what I heard her say, clear as day. Then she started speaking French fluently and calmly after a while.

"Au revoir." She said then shortly after she came out of the bathroom. I averted my eyes once more.

"What was that about?" I asked as I waited for her to go under the covers again then turned to her.

"It's nothing. You're tired, you should get some rest." She said laying down properly and turning away from me.

Whoever the hell that was sure put her in a bad mood and I disliked them for it. "Hey, you wanted to talk, let's talk." I shook her shoulder. Urging her to turn to me. She didn't move, I knew she wasn't sleeping. "Come on Frenchie, let's talk," I said still shaking her. I suddenly thought of a question. "What makes me not your type?"

She stiffened under my touch for a moment then turned around to face me. "What are you talking about?" She squinted at me.

"Back at the station, you said I'm not your type. Why?"

I relaxed and lay down stretching out on the bed with my hands at the back my head, glad to finally get her attention.

"Well, you see... You're kinda, how do you say...a bit rough around the edges." She said mimicking my current position.

I turned to her at this point and shifted over a bit. "It's a dog eat dog world out there. You do what it takes to survive."

She looked at me silently then spoke, in an almost whispered voice, "I'm sorry..."

I tilted my head slightly, confused. "For what?"

"Just... All that you've been through. We should go bed."

She turned away from me once more. I decided to comply with her this time as I felt kind of tired now. I lay down on my back, staring at the ceiling until I fell asleep.

I stayed at my new parents' house for six months. For that period of time, I felt like an outcast. My deep brown hair contrasting with their pale blonde hair. They had a son that was about sixteen, I wasn't sure. Ever since I saw him, I got a chilling feeling from him, his gross pale skin and bleached blonde hair making him look even creepier, with his light blue eyes seemingly boring into my soul.

We had to sleep in the same room for the first few months. Every night for four months I'd wake up suddenly with a feeling as if someone was watching me. When I turned around in my bed I noticed that Mitchell--that was his name--was watching me from his bed.

I tried to tell Sarah and Michael--my new parent's names--but they said I was having nightmares. That, I was seeing things.

"Mom, I don't know what she's talking about! Why would I do that?" He would always say.

I finally got my own room and I was relieved because now I could actually get a good night's sleep. My peace was short lived as I heard my room door open, I was afraid to turn around, I closed my eyes and pretended that I was only imagining things. Then I felt my bed sink like someone had gotten into it. I gasped, but as soon as I did so a firm hand covered my mouth.

"Let's play a game, but you have to be quiet." I heard Mitchell's voice. I was screaming into his hand now, he clamped tighter,

"Shut up!" He said.

He was now looming over me. He used his free hand to caress my cheek. "You're so beautiful." He whispered. His hand started moving lower, he was taking off my shorts now, I was crying, whimpering now.

He didn't care as he started to pull down his underwear.

I got up heart beating rapidly, breathing heavily. f**k, out of all the times to relive that flashback. My anxiety skyrocketed and I looked at the time, 6:04 am. I was usually an early riser, that's if I wasn't hungover from a long night of drinking cheap liquor.

I looked over to check on Destine, she was still fast asleep, the duvet that she was wrapped in slid down her body through the course of the night and revealed her naked back to me. I watched her, my hands for some reason aching to run my finger down her spine.

I shook my head of these thoughts and laughed to myself, she's so naive and trustworthy. I could easily rob her if I wanted to. But, what's stopping me?

I shrugged and turned away from her getting out of bed and decided to go make something to eat, it's been years since I've had a home-cooked meal. I shuffled around in her kitchen looking for where she'd have the eggs stored, cheese, and all the other necessities of an omelette.

After a few tiresome minutes, I was finished with breakfast and placed them on the counter and started to make coffee when I noticed Destine standing by the door watching me clad in her purple nightgown.

What the?

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked slightly disoriented.

"Five, maybe ten minutes." She shrugged nonchalantly.

"It's not good to spy on people you know." I joked, reaching for two mugs.

"Well I don't think this is spying, that wonderful smell woke me. Is there a plate for me?"

"Yeah, yeah." I took one of the two plates and handed it to her. "The coffee'll be ready in a sec."

For some reason, I averted my gaze from her as much as possible. I didn't quite know why, maybe it was the fact that she's naked under that thing.

Well to be fair I'm naked under my clothes too

This is different!

I got out of my head quick enough to see that one mug was almost full and about to run over. "Oh s**t!"

I deftly moved the first mug and placed the other under the nozzle of the coffee maker and waited for it to fill.

I passed it to Destine, "Sorry about that, here."

"Merci." She replied as she took the mug and took a sip. I watched every movement she took, every muscle that curled as she took each sip of the coffee, the corners of her lips turned upward into a small smile, she sighed contentedly, the light pouring through the window above the sink came in rays highlighting her rich blonde hair, she almost looked angelic. She looked at me half panicked, half calm, her eyes opened slightly wider than usual.

"Um, Amelia??" She glanced behind me smirking.

Then I suddenly remembered. "Oh s**t!" The coffee in my mug started spilling over. "s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t!" I kept repeating. The coffee maker wouldn't stop pouring.

Destine was giggling now. Did she find this funny? "What the f**k are you just standing there for? Help me!"

Destine calmly walked over and unplugged the machine. "There, simple."

I'm such a retard.

"Didn't you set the timer? It looks like you set it to continuous." She said.

"Well excuse me for knowing how to operate someone else's kitchen appliance." I quipped. Who the f**k is this girl?

Instead of replying to my sarcastic retort Destine calmly exited the kitchen. Where is she going now?

I decided to voice my thoughts, "Hey! Where are you going?"

"To take a shower, something unexpected came up that I have to attend to."

"Care to share?" I wonder if this has to do with the early morning phone call.

"I'd... Rather not, when we get to know each other better yes?" She turned to me and smiled endearingly.

When we get to know each other better??? Hold on, is she actually considering this NOW? She basically welcomed a stranger into her home without a second thought, had me sleep in her bed, with her completely naked, and used her kitchen and mess her s**t up without her uttering a single mean word to me. Yet she's concerned with waiting to know me better to tell me... What? Did she kill someone? Did she kidnap someone?

Did she kidnap me?

Wait what?

My mind is being retarded again.

But still... I really don't know this girl, do I?

"Maybe after you get back we could catch up then? Wait... I just realized something... You're leaving me here?!"

"Of course, you won't burn down my loft would you?" She said surprisingly serious.

"No no no, but you trust me... In your house?" I raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Do I have a reason not to?" She asked tilting her head slightly.

Given my past or rather present aspects of my life, I would've said yes. But hey, I needed the space, and this place is pretty nice.

"No your good." I simply said.

She looked at me scrutinizingly then shrugged and walked off, heading upstairs.

I eventually ate my eggs, drank-

my coffee and cleaned up my mess, as I was finally done cleaning and drying the last dish - she has a dishwasher but... I rather not - Destine came in and dropped her plate and mug in the sink. "I'd do them myself but I'm kinda in a hurry." She stated walking off.

I hate when that happens. It happened so much at the orphanage.

I turned in her direction and realized what she was wearing, a trench coat, not a normal one though, it looked kind of fancy, with a black belt around her waist, dark jeans, and sunglasses.

Hmm...

Where is she going dressed like that? I know it's not my business but don't I have the right to know who I'm living with?

I waited until she was gone before I got up and hurried upstairs. Maybe I could find some clues about Destine. I started with her bedside table drawers. I only saw some waste paper and receipts. I then ventured to the bottom one. I saw several pictures of Destine with a brunette guy, she looks a little younger here, some other pictures were of what I'm guessing were her parents, a brunette mother, and raven-haired father both with piercing blue eyes.

After looking at all the pictures I decided to go to her closet. I opened the door to a huge walk-in closet.

Holy s**t.

Boxes of shoes, dozens of dresses, tops, bottoms, scarves, sandals. It's like I was in a mall. I started carefully looking around not moving anything out of place. After looking in different shoeboxes I noticed a brown blank box. I took it down and took if it's cover slowly.

2 guns. Why the hell would you need two guns? There was a soft cloth in acting as a cushion for the guns. I used it to move away the guns to see if anything was under the cloth without my fingerprints getting on it.

I saw a picture facing down. I carefully took it up and looked at it. It was two people, a man, and woman, both blonde with ocean blue eyes. The woman looked, particularly like Destine. Who were they now? I was beginning to get confused, this is my fault for snooping.

What am I Mystery Inc.?

I put everything back the way it was and exited the closet. I laid on the bed and closed my eyes. This is too much to think about right now.

I was returned to the orphanage after the incident with Mitchell. My ex-parents thought I had mental issues, they said they never signed up for this.

I stayed there for three more years. I was still the biggest outcast without Darcie. There were some new kids but I didn't really know them. I just always stayed in the backyard reading or doing homework. I was one of the top of my class and I already got picked on for it. I just really wanted my teachers to have good things to say about me so I can be adopted, so I tried staying out of trouble.

Every day in the backyard at 1 o' clock I heard the ice cream truck. I've only had ice cream once ever since I was placed in the orphanage and I never liked chocolate, I always wondered what the other flavors tasted like. Out of curiosity I always peeked through the picket fence and saw kids smiling and eating their ice cream. I envied them so much.

One particular girl caught my eye, she was blonde with blue eyes, not regular blue eyes, deep ocean blue eyes... Like Darcie. It looked like her so much, I had to get a closer look. I shook the fence and moved the white plank out of the way and squeezed through.

I Walked blindly across the road, only keeping my eyes on the blonde girl. I basically had tunnel vision at that point. She noticed me coming and looked confused at first, then she smiled at me.

It was her. As I got closer I whispered, "Darcie..."

Suddenly I heard someone scream. "Little girl!! Hey, look out!"

A car stopped maybe an inch away from me. A man stepped out yelling. "Hey kid what're you crazy!?"

I said nothing. Maybe I was in shock, maybe I was still caught up with meeting Darcie again. Maybe both.

"Who's kid is this?!" He yelled around.

With all the commotion one of the caretakers came out and took me away uttering apologizes to the driver. She then turned to me as she was walking away "Amelia what has gotten into you?" I was barely paying attention to her because I was still looking back to Darcie and she was looking at me until a brunette lady came up to her and took her away.

I spent the next few hours of that day in my room and I couldn't come out unless it was for dinner. I never saw Darcie again.

I got up and sighed. There's no point in sulking about this. I went downstairs to watch a movie or something as I waited for Destine to come back. Eventually, and inevitably, I dozed off on the couch.

"Amelia? Amelia wake up it's been over an hour since I was gone." I heard Destine's voice say. "Have you been sleeping the whole time?" At that point, I opened my eyes to see Destine inches away from my face.

My eyes tore open at the realization and I eased back and sat up quickly. "Did you have to be so close?" I turned away, secretly I was blushing. I hate when that happens.

"I was merely examining your facial features." She got off her knees and sat next to me.

"Whatever..." I shrugged, then suddenly remembered that I needed to have a talk with Destine.

I sat silently thinking about what to ask. Do I bring up the pictures, do ask about her background?

"What are you thinking about?" She cut my thoughts.

"Who are you?"