I want to walk to the desk but a small frame at the bottom of the lone shelf catches my eye. It's a tiny framed photo of a woman and a boy ....a small boy about ten years. The woman looks to be in her early twenties she has short blonde hair that curls above her neck and a petite body. The young boy next to him has blonde hair in curls and is holding a football ball. I can't quite see the eyes of any of them. I know for once that the boy isn't Amell one because he has blonde hair ....but someone can dye hair....shut up.....and two because he's holding a football ball and Amell plays soccer.
Amell sure has everything he needs ....even an office and I'm assuming this house is his ...he's parents must be really grand people then. The room has printed pictures mostly black and white ....they all look like artists expressions....I can't even explain how amazing they look. Some are simply printed while others are on huge canvases hanged on the wall. But one painting catches my eye....it's a painting of a rose that looks like a flame.....like it's burning it looks oddly familiar . Like I'd seen it somewhere I couldn't quite place my finger to it
The door suddenly opens. Oh I'm so dead. There was no where to hide in here.....the fireplace....no....the curtains ....they are white....so I won't be hidden for long.
"Fuck ," I hear Amell curse and my brain freezes. I'm going to die....why didn't I listen to my subconscious....karma surely despises me. I slowly return the small picture frame back to where it was. Amell is still cursing and I hear his heavy footsteps as he walks. He couldn't see me yet because he hadn't turned the corner to the right and right now I'm holding my breath praying that he goes blind on the way.
"What the hell," Amell shouts when he sees me and I want to dig a hole and die in there
"Fuck...fuck....no one gets in here no one!!!!" He shouts and his voice echoes in the dark room
"I'm so...sorry I didn't mean to," I whisper and hide behind the lone bookshelf
"Tracy what is wrong with you ...are you fucking demented???" He asks as he nears me and I slowly back away but he doesn't seem to stop
He never calls me Tracy
"Why are you so fucking nosey ???" He continues his interrogation as he walks towards me
"I don't know I'm sorry Amell please.... please ," I whisper and realise how close he's getting
"Out of all the fucking rooms you just had to get into this one didn't you?" He yells on my face and his minty breath fans me. He's the only guy I've smelt today and doesn't reek of alcohol
Even when drank Amell still manages to smell amazing
Focus
Amell presses me to the wall and I slide upwards hoping that he'll somehow vanish into thin air. The moonlight penetrating through the curtains reflects into his eyes and I see the blue flame once again. He is mad ....seething with rage. I wasn't supposed to come in here was I?
He suddenly pushes me back and I flinch
"You're going to hurt me Amell ," I cry and he suddenly moves backwards. His eyes soften all of a sudden and he looks at me
"You think I'd hurt you ?" He whispers and moves backwards away from me. I didn't even realise I was crying
"I don't know...maybe you're capable of....," I stammer and he suddenly punches the wall. What did I say ...
"Do you think I can honestly hurt a girl ?" He asks again
"Maybe I don't ...know ..you that well," I answer while shaking
"Tracy.....do you think I'm a bad person ?" He whispers again and I'm afraid of answering
"Please answer me ," he begs and looks at me straight in the eyes
"No," I whisper and move closer to him. He looks vulnerable ...even in my eyes.
He pulls on his hair and runs his hands over his face and I notice that he's left hand is bleeding. His knuckles are bursted but he punched the wall with his right hand. He slides down the wall and puts his face over his knees. I look at him for a moment and for the first time in my life I notice that this is a different Amell not the one that I'm used to the one who's always yelling at me and insulting and calling me blackie or other names...this is a more vulnerable Amell the one he hides behind his cold eyes and harsh words.
And I momentarily regret my next decision
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