Chapter Eleven

Amy bolted up, panting heavily and looked around to see a room she didn't recognize. She finally found Sean, laying in the bed across the room and let out a sigh of relief, sinking down into the bed but then threw off the covers, walking into the bathroom to turn on the shower. As she walked back out, she saw Sean rubbing his eyes but they widened when he saw her.

"You're in a towel."

"I just took a shower," she muttered, picking up a pair of pants and a cami. She walked back into the bathroom, changing and sighed as she walked back out, sitting on the bed. "What?"

"It's three in the morning," he mumbled, "Why did you take a shower at three in the morning." She didn't answer, instead, she snuggled down but wasn't able to sleep. "Amy?"

"Yeah," she sniffed, wiping the few tears that had fallen.

"C'mere," he moved and she saw him lifting the covers to his bed.

"I'm fine Sean," her voice was dead.

"Amy-."

"Just leave me alone," she whispered, turning her back to him again. He sighed, pulling the covers closer to him but eventually saw her get up, muttering something that sounded like 'screw it' and she walked out the door, sweatshirt in hand. He looked at the clock and saw only an hour had passed. He sighed, not feeling comfortable with her alone, and decided to find her. He walked down the hall and outside but heard a slight whimper and peeked around a corner, where he saw Amy pinned to a wall by one guy while another was leaning against the wall, smirking.

"Oi!" Sean yelled, realizing Amy wouldn't do anything. She was frozen. "Get the hell away from her." The one against the wall stepped in front as the boy started to, well attempted to, make out with Amy.

"What're you gonna do about it?" Sean recognized this boy. He was the one that seemed to scare the shit out of Rex but the one who Amy constantly glared at.

"This," Sean stated before punching him. The boy swore before throwing a punch at Sean who only threw another punch, then another, sending him into the wall, which he slid down. The other boy glanced at the one against the wall before running off. "Amy?"

"Sean, don't," she muttered, backing away from him.

"Amy you're bleeding," he brushed his thumb against her cheek and showed her the blood, "Amy you didn't-."

"Sean please," she whispered, her eyes closed. He sighed but was slightly surprised by what he heard next: "Could be Rex?"

"Huh?" he asked, confused.

"Never mind," she mumbled, walking past him but he caught on, kind of, and pulled her into a hug. She stiffened but relaxed slightly, feeling tears roll. Eventually, they went back upstairs and Sean pulled her to his bed, despite her feeble protests.

"Trust me Amy," he murmured and she finally gave in, falling onto the bed. He wrapped his arm around her waist but felt her stiffen. "Amy." She turned to look at him. "What happened?"

"Why?" she asked, pushing away from him.

"Because I care about you Amy, I thought it was clear by now."

"I don't need that Sean, I don't need your pity," she growled.

"Amy," Sean sighed, "I just want to get close to you."

"I don't want to get close," she yelled, pushing away with all her might. She jumped out of the bed but felt herself turned around and he kissed her. "Get offa me!"

"Amy," she heard his hurt tone.

"No," she cried, kneeing him where it counts and punching him across the face. She ran into the bathroom, locking the door and avoided him for the rest of the week. When they got back, she went straight to her room and immediately locked the door, ignoring Rex; ignoring the rest of her caring friends. Instead, she sank into a world of depression, thinking of how to end it. For good.

End of middle two...yeah, she's got issues...Hope you liked it