A/N: For those waiting on updates on Sweet Revenge and The art of manipulation. I am working on it, but having to redo the last chapters I posted as I've found errors. And I split a chapter up by accident. So please bare with me.
I have so many questions for her, but then I wonder how many she has for me, the waves have calm down, although my thoughts are still muddled, my emotion are still swirling inside me, I close my eyes one last time as I look across the ocean.
The drive back to her house was quiet, I could feel the tension coming off Amy, it was a mix of everything. Worry, fear and panic.
"I won't hurt you Amy." I say softly.
I hear her sigh slightly; her hand reaches over to mine as she gently places it on my leg.
"I know." Her voice is so low, a soft whisper.
Is the world around me going to come crashing down? It seems she's been driving ages, had I really walked that far? Or is she biding her time. It has taken just over twenty minutes to arrive at her home.
"Are you okay to come inside with me?" her voice has lost the firmness to it, it almost sounds weak, as though she is waiting for me to do something to her. "I promise, no one is here aside from us."
I nod, I don't sense anyone else, I can't hear or feel anyone else's presence here, no movement, just the peacefulness that night brings.
"I believe you." I state. Yeah, my trust in her has gone, everything has no evaporated in to thin air. Aside from my feelings for her. I can't switch those off and in all honesty I don't want to.
"Do you drink wine?"
"Yes, but only red wine."
"Red it is." I follow her into the kitchen.
"Are you scared of me?"
"No." A simple statement, one word that makes me relax slightly. "How did you know he was there Emily? How did you know he was going to hurt me, hurt us?"
"I could feel him." Okay not just feel him but right now I don't want to rush in telling her everything.
"Is that all?"
I sigh slightly. "No."
"Okay." She says as she hands me the glass, which is filled with a healthy amount of wine.
"How did you know?" I ask. I need to know before I tell her anymore. If she can be honest about that, then maybe I can try and trust her again.
"The first time I saw you become angry." I frown slightly, trying to remember. "When I had got into a fight with that guy."
"Men shouldn't hit women." I point out.
"True, but I noticed the angrier you became the more the water in the fountain moved."
I look away from her slightly. "Why didn't you say something?" I pause. "I mean after, when we. After we'd."
"Kissed?" Yep, fully grateful for her interruption. "You'd have run." Okay good point she has there. "And besides I honestly thought I was seeing things." I watch as she lets out a slight laugh. "Every time you become angry or slightly pissed off. Things move."
"Oh." My shoulders slump slightly. "I don't understand why you never told me?"
"Like I said to you the other day, I want to get to know the real you. And I was hoping this trip would help you trust me more. I didn't mean to keep my gun on you Emily, but you were so angry. I know what it's like to get so angry that you can't control the rage."
I look at her in shock. "You can feel me?" I can't help but move slightly.
"Not really Emily." She gives me a slight smile. "I can just read you, I see the beauty in you, I pay attention to the small things, the things that people don't notice. The way you pick at your nails when you are stressed. The way you try and hide behind the walls that you have built so high around you heart. I see the pain swirling in your beautiful chocolate eyes. I see you Emily. I feel your eyes washing over my body, when you think I'm not looking. I don't know why I feel you like that Emily. But I also know it's a good thing."
"I.." do I take a chance?
"You haven't lost me Emily. Although I worry I've lost you."
"How did you find me?" she lets out a half chuckle.
"You know when you asked me what my job was, I work for the government." She holds her hands up slightly. "Don't let that frighten you Emily, please." I can't help the tension that now settles around me. "I asked a friend to hack into the security cameras."
"Why would you do something like that? How did you explain that?"
"I was honest with her, my girlfriend had run off, in a city she doesn't know, far away from her home. And I was worried for your safety." She looks at me her hand reaches over to mine, although this time I don't pull away. "If anything happened to you Emily, I'd never forgive myself."
"You promise?" She has always kept her promises to me, and I can tell she is being honest with me, her skin is trembling slightly, I entwine out fingers.
"I promise; I promise you Emily I would never betray you. Not like that, and not to them, not to anyone. I need you in my life Emily. Nothing else truly matters." She lifts my hand up as she placed her lips on my knuckles. "My sweet girl."
I can't help the blush that covers my cheeks. "I heard him. I could hear his thoughts." Now she is scowling at me.
"Does that mean you hear mine?" I shake my head.
"For some reason I don't feel you, or hear what is going on in your mind. I can sense you. But at the same time I like it, i like not being able to hear you. It's like you are blocking me out. There are no weak points. As though you have a shield covering you. But yet I can feel your skin tremor, the beating of your heart. The only time I felt any type of feelings off you were, when those girls were beating on me."
"I was angry." She gives me a slight smile. "How did you manage to do that, at the harbour. It was beautiful." She pauses, "You didn't hurt anything doing that did you?"
I chuckle slightly. "Nothing was hurt, I had to let my feelings out. I just needed to calm myself."
"I watched you this morning, you know."
"Okay?"
"The trees were swaying, the fountain was becoming full of ripples as though the wind was blowing hard. Yet I felt nothing other than the heat from the sun." she pauses as she looks at me. "I told you, you're special, and I meant it."
"Do you know you're blocking me?" It puzzles me. Never come across someone that can shield their mind from me. Completely blocking me out, but yet her body language tells me she wants me.
I watch as she bites her lower lip, the battle she is having inside. "Yes."
"Why?"
"I don't mean to do it Emily. I don't even know how I do it. It just happens." She sighs slightly. "Maybe it's because I feel so deeply about you Emily." I watch as she starts to become shy.
"What is it Amy?"
"Do you believe in love at first sight?"
"Maybe." I pause taking a breath. "But I'm also not sure what love is."
She chuckles slightly. "Love is all those little moments, all those things that don't matter to anyone else, the look in your eyes, as you though you are looking at something so pure, so innocent. Someone that heals your pain without them knowing, something that brightness up your day, when all you want to do is cry. Love gives you a reason to carry on. Love is all those little things. It makes smile, when your world is crashing down around you, it's being able to sit in silence and still being able to hear you. It looking at you and feeling complete. Feeling whole."
"You love me?" Love never works out the way you plan it. Look at my family. Well aside from my grandfather.
"From the second you walked in that classroom and sat next to me. I could never hurt you Emily, because it would mean hurting myself." She pauses. "I'm not asking you to love me Emily, but I am asking for you to allow me to love you. Allow me to show you that not everyone in this world is out to hurt you. Let me show how much I care. Just give me a chance please."
I can't help the tears that well deep inside, I watch as she gently cups my chin making me look at her. Her pale blue eyes are swirling as though they are speaking to me. Again our lips meet. Maybe I can trust her? Maybe, just maybe she is worth it.
