I stomp away not bothering to look back to see if Amell is following me. I walk barefooted and slide the door open, I sigh when I feel the fluffy fabric of the carpet beneath my feet. I honestly don't know how on earth I was going to get home. I tug on my hair frustratedly and sigh loudly. It's almost dark and I don't think buses actually come to this side of the town and I regret even coming here in the first place. I stand there and scan the grand room that is supposed to be the living room. There are no pictures just expensive grey and blue furniture it's quite official and doesn't give a homey feeling. I sit down on the carpet and put on my socks. I hear the door click and it slides open , Amell walks in and closes the door leaning on it afterwards. I stand up and realise that I should have just stayed seated on the carpet , Amell leans away from the wall and puts his hands in his pockets despite the dried blood on his knuckles he rocks back and forth on his feet and I just stand there , staring blankly. not having a single idea of what I was supposed to do. By now the dark night has already blanketed the previously azure sky. There is a little darkness in the living room other than the light radiating from the patio there aren't any other lights radiating in the room. There is a long undisturbed silence as we both stay rooted to the ground. Amell breaks the silence with a loud sigh
"I'm sorry ," he says
"For what exactly ?" I ask and attempt to tuck my long curls behind my ear.
"For what I said ," he answers
"It really doesn't matter that's just how you are Amell and a mere sorry won't change this ," I say while waving my hand back and forth between the two of us,"sorry doesn't change anything Amell I know you've tried to be nice sometimes but those little acts of sympathy you always give me don't change the person you are, the person you've become. I know I have no right to judge you because I actually don't know you ," I say and walk away to the flight of stairs. I hear Amell behind me and the flicking of a switch and my eyes take time to adjust to the now lit stairway but I ignore it and pace my way through to the dark hallways up to his room. I walk in and put on my combat boots and I hear the switch flick
"Where are you going?" He asks and I look at him questioningly with a raised eyebrow
"Does it look like I'm going to the club ?" I ask sarcastically and he rolls his eyes. I take my replacement phone which was still on the floor where I'd been sitting earlier and walk past Amell out the door
I walk to the flight of stairs that are now well lit.
"And how are you going to get home ?" He asks as we both walk down the flight of stairs. For a moment I think about Cal but I immediately push that thought to the back of my mind. "I don't know I'll use GPS and walk," I shrug.
"It's quite a distance you know ," he says
"And I'm very determined to get away from you ," I reply subtlety.
"I know you probably hate me by now but just listen to me ," he says and I ignore him. The last time I decide to listen to him I cried I'm not making that mistake again. This stairs are too damn long. Why the hell have three flights of stairs in a house in which you live alone. I walk faster in a bid to avoid Amell who was hot on my trail , I feel my ankle twist before I tumble down the concrete stairs. My forehead makes contact with what I assume are tiles.
"Fuck are you okay ?" I hear Amell ask in a concerned tone and in my blur vision I see him literally jumping over the two steps of stairs and leaning over to me . I try raising my head from the ground but the smacking pain in my forehead makes me put it back down on the floor. I feel Amell place his hands on both my shoulders and he turns me around. My eyes are closed and I feel as though I'd been banging my head on the wall consistently. He raises me up into a sitting position. I finally open my eyes and take a few minutes to adjust to the light and I blink a few times before I see Amell leaning in onto me. I push him away and attempt to stand up but the moment my hand makes contact with the floor and I try to lift my body, I plomp back down with a thud . I wince at the pain on my right wrist and I watch as a small smirk tugs on Amell's lips I feel like smacking him on the face.
He leans into me again and wraps his arm around my waist. He lifts me up easily and I wince when I feel a pang of pain on my left ankle. He looks at me for a moment before lifting me up bridal style.
"This isn't necessary ," I say to him as he walks down the last flight of steps.
"So you want me to drop you ?" He asks and I roll my eyes . Right now I'm clinging onto his neck and my face is inches away from his. His signature scent immediately hits my nostrils and I inhale deeper
"Are you sniffing me ?" He asks and I go rigid
"No ," I answer in a loud tone. I feel him turn a corner and he opens the door. He puts me down on a bed and I look at my surroundings. It looks like another bedroom but it simply has a bed and a night stand. Amell walks to the door that's opposite the bed and comes out with some funny looking ointment
"What are you planning on doing with that ?" I ask him with a raised eyebrow
"Do you want a swollen ankle ?" He replies subtlety and paces forward. He stands in front of me. He stares at me for quite some time before I interrupt
"I wouldn't mind doing it by myself ," I shrug
"With that ," he says and uses the ointment to point to my fractured wrist. I sigh and he kneels down his chest inches away from my knees. I bend down to remove my combat boot but he stops me.
"Let me do it," he says and a small smile tugs on his lips. I give him an eye roll and sit up straight
"You know I'm not that helpless ," I say but his already grabbed the foot of my boot. He slowly unzips it and slides it over my foot. He tugs onto the edge of my sock and I look at him
"You don't need to remove that ," I say in a slightly harsh tone
"We have to apply the ointment ," he says and I sigh. I feel his fingers grip the edge of my polka dotted ankle sock and I hold my breath. His fingers are cold and I feel the blood within me flow faster. He slides the sock down my foot his cold fingers slightly grazing my skin
"Don't hurt me ," I say as I watch him squeeze some of the cream ointment onto his palm
"I'll try not to ," he replies in a cold tone
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When We Collide √
Teen FictionTracy is unworldly and oblivious about anything to do with love and lust, she constantly hides behind her sweats and puffy African - Canadian hair. She's always learnt not to trust anyone after helplessly witnessing what her mother went through. Liv...
