Amelia
I stood there, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions that had just swept through me. Confusion, pain, anger.
“How can you say that?” The words burst from me, a dam of suppressed emotions finally breaking. “You were there, witnessing everything, and you did nothing.” My voice trembled with a mixture of anger and hurt that I no longer hold back. “And It was not my fault, and there was no one there to help me. I showed bravery.”
“Really?” His gaze locked with mine, making me intensely uncomfortable.
‘Oh s**t!’ I got myself into trouble again, my throat went dry as we stared at each other. But something inside me, newfound courage or perhaps reckless desperation, refused to back down.
“Yes,” I continued, my voice surprisingly steady, despite the fear creeping up my spine. “
