Alright, so, as promised, here is the second chapter.
Just so you all know, I am looking for a beta reader for this story. I feel like i have a pretty good grasp on the characters, however, it's the technical stuff (like grammar, spelling, and what not) that I have trouble with. So, if you're willing to help, send me a PM, and we can talk.
Now, on with the story!
Everybody's screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
I'm slipping off the edge I'm hanging by a thread
I want to start this over again
So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered
And I can't explain what happened
And I can't waste the things that I've done
- Untitled, Simple Plan
Chapter Two
It had been five years since her brother and father died. Five long years, and not a day went by that she didn't think of them. Especially her brother.
This time of year was always hard on the young blonde, but for some reason, this particular year, seemed to effect her more than usual. She wasn't doing much of anything, especially when she was by herself, and her friends and family were worried that she was just going to wither away into nothingness.
So, she found herself forced to spend most of her time at Tommy's, so he could keep an eye on her, and make sure she was taken care of. Part of her wanted to just be alone, and take whatever came her way, but deep down, she was thankful that he cared so much.
"Come on Mel, " Tommy said to her one particular afternoon, "Let's go see a movie."
Amelia, who was curled up on his couch, just shook her head, her dirty blonde hair falling in her face. Despite the fact that the apartment was actually fairly warm, she was wrapped up in one of his thick blankets, snuggled in tight. There was an untouched bowl of soup and a half full glass of orange juice sitting on the table next to her.
He sat down next to her, and gently pushed her hair behind her ear.
"Mellie, you know you can't just stay cooped up like this," he said, looking straight into her eyes, "You know if Oliver was here, he wouldn't want this."
If Olive was here, Amelia thought angrily, then I wouldn't be so depressed.
But, she naturally kept her thoughts to herself, instead turning her head, so Tommy couldn't look in her eyes. He had a way of knowing exactly what she was thinking without her having to say a word.
"Mel, " Tommy said, taking her hands in his, "Please. I'm worried about you - you aren't eating, you aren't exercising. You aren't doing anything, except sitting here and staring at the window. This isn't healthy. "
Amelia looked at Tommy, and opened her mouth to say something, but before the words could escape her mouth, she heard the familiar ring of her cellphone. She quickly grabbed it from the coffee table and frowned when she noticed who it was from - her mother.
"Mother," she said, answering the phone.
"Oh Amelia, " her mother said, sounding happier than she ever had since her husband's and son's death, "Amelia, this is fantastic! "
"What, Mother?" the older Queen daughter asked, a slight annoyance in her tone.
"It's Oliver, Oliver," her mother said, letting out a loud sob, "they've found him. He's alive!"
Her mother had continued talking, but Amelia hadn't been able to hear what was being said. Her phone fell from her grasp the second the world 'alive' escaped her mother's lips.
Amelia hadn't even noticed that there were tears coming from her eyes until she tasted the salty drops on her lips.
"Oh god, Amelia, what's wrong?" Tommy asked, pulling her chin towards him. She stared right into his eyes, and swallowed, trying to get rid of the big lump in her throat. It took her a few moments to answer.
"It's Oliver, " she finally managed to say, in a whisper so soft that Tommy could barely hear it, "They've found him."
"Oh god, they found his body?" Tommy asked.
"No," she replied, "No, they found him. He's … he's alive… Tommy, he's alive…"
The two sat in silence for a moment, before Tommy wrapped his arms around Amelia's shoulders, and pulled her into his chest. The tears started heavily falling from Amelia's eyes, and they just wouldn't stop, no matter how hard Amelia willed them not to. Tommy just held her tightly, letting her cry into his chest as he rubbed small circles on her back.
But, despite the tears, Amelia wasn't necessarily sad. They weren't happy tears, either, though. They were more like tears of relief. Tears for the fact that her brother was finally coming home.
~ Queen of Queens ~
Amelia looked at the clock in her room, and smiled.
They were due any second, now.
Amelia got up from her vanity table, and straitened her blouse. She wanted everything to perfect for her when brother got home. It had been a week since he had gotten back to America - he had been in the hospital due to extreme trauma to his body. Their mother had told her that the doctors had looked over him, and despite the fact that twenty percent of his body was covered in scar tissue, and he had twelve fractions that hadn't healed properly, he was fit enough to come home.
Amelia went to go check on his room, and of course everything was in tip-top condition. She quickly ducked back into her room, grabbing her camera (she hardly went anywhere without it), and then headed towards the foyer, fixing the decorations that littered the hallways when she noticed they were slightly out of place. She quickly stopped what she was doing when she heard the front door open and voices coming from it.
"Your room is just the way you left it," she heard her mother say, "I didn't have the heart to change it after you…"
Amelia let her mother's words sink in for a moment as she reached the top of the stairs. She didn't let her presence be known quite yet, not quite knowing what she was going to say to him when they did talk.
"Hello Oliver," Walter said from the other side of the room, "It's damn good to see you. "
Suddenly, Amelia realized that Oliver doesn't know that their mother remarried, and that Walter is now their step-father. Amelia highly doubted that Oliver knew much about Walter, considering he didn't come around much until after the funeral. He was their father's work friend, and the Queen siblings knew that their father hardly ever brought his work home with him.
"You remember Walter, don't you Oliver? " Their mother asked, "A friend of your father's from work?"
Amelia bit back a giggle as her brother nodded absent-mindedly. He noticed something under the stairs - Amelia quickly realized that it must be the head housekeeper, Raisa.
"It's good to see you again, Raisa, " Oliver said.
" Mister Tommy called. He would like to join you for dinner," Raisa said.
"Wonderful," Amelia's mother said.
Amelia took a few steps towards the railing, looking down so she could get a good look at her brother. But, the stairs creaked, and the young blonde froze for a moment, before her brother appeared at the bottom of the stairs.
Amelia just stood there for a moment, taking in everything that was her brother. He looked so different, yet it also seemed that nothing had changed. A large smile appeared on her face, and she barreled down the stairs.
"Oliver," she said, engulfing him in a huge hug. Olivier seemed taken aback for a moment, but he quickly returned the hug.
"God, Ollie, I missed you," she whispered into her ear, "I missed you so, so much."
"You were with me the whole time," he whispered back.
A single tear fell from Amelia's face. But she wasn't sad.
For the first time since Oliver's disappearance, she was truly happy.
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