After class, there was no way in hell I was going home yet. I wasn't in the place for it. Fortunately, I had an accomplice. Even better yet, I had a friend. I needed one of those. Severely needed one of those. And I couldn't ask for a better one that had some idea of what I was going through than Allen. He took my hand and the two of us started down the sidewalk. It looks like Alfred's not picking him up tonight.
"Hey, Amy," Allen wondered, "Does Oliver know you're staying out late tonight?"
"No," I shook my head, "And you know what? I don't care. Fuck it. He said he wasn't using me, but I know damn well he has something in mind. He wasn't telling me what that was, but I know there's something."
"He's not here," he pointed out, "It's just you and me."
"It makes me wonder, though," I thought, "How many more lies has he told me since I walked through that door? He's already taken my phone from me."
"I know," Allen shuddered, "I got to find that one out the hard way."
"I'm sorry," I winced, "I thought it was on my nightstand when I went to sleep, but when I woke up, it was gone."
"It probably was on your nightstand," he pointed out, "Oliver's got some sticky fucking fingers."
"Really, though, Allen," I quivered a bit, "I really am sorry about that."
"No, no, no," Allen threw his arm around me, "That's not your fault. None of this is."
"Are you sure?" I scoffed, "No one forced me to move in with him. I could've moved in with anyone else. Hell, I could be living with you."
"No," he shook his head, "Trust me, Amy. You don't want to live with Matt and me. Especially on the days where Francois decides to fly off the handle. If you ever tell anyone I said this, I will beat the shit out of you."
"Lips are sealed," I promised.
"But you're physically safer with Oliver than you are with me," Allen admitted, "In a perfect world, you'd already be living with Alfred. But it's ok. Or at least it will be."
"Thanks, Allen," I was already feeling like shit. But this? This wasn't too bad.
"Hey," he asked, "Are you busy tonight?"
"I don't know," I thought it over, "Oliver said not to…"
"Fuck him," Allen brushed me off, "I'm not talking to Oliver. I'm talking to you. Are you busy tonight, Amy?"
"No…?" I spoke softly.
"With more certainty!"
"No!" my voice got stronger.
"That's my girl!" Allen gave me the most vigorous high five I've ever had. Holy shit, did that bitch have after sting from hell, "What do you say that you and I go out tonight and make some bad decisions?"
"Yes, please!" I nodded, "I could use some bad decisions."
"Well…" he looked me over, "As much as I love your enthusiasm, you're not going out to make bad decisions like that…"
"What do you mean?" I checked myself, "What's so bad about how I am?"
"You look like some pervert's wet dream," Allen pointed out, "Or like you're going to your first day of kindergarten. If we're going to make some bad decisions, we need to make one right one first and that's get you out of that and into something less…Oliver's influence. Come on. I got a friend who can help."
"Ok," I was in the mood to make some bad decisions. Who knows? Maybe screwing around with Allen might be fun. In fact, I could almost bet it would be. Only one way to find out. I followed Allen to the parking lot where Alfred's car was parked. With no Alfred, "Allen?"
"Yeah?" he vaulted the door, getting nestled into the driver's seat.
"Is our first bad decision me being an accessory to grand theft auto again?"
"You read me like a book, Amy," Allen smirked, "Come on. Get in. And it's not grand theft auto. I promise. I did ask Alfred this time around. He knows I have his car and he's ok with it as long as I bring it back with a full tank and no scratches."
"Fine," I got in the passenger's seat and made myself comfortable.
And so, our night of horrible decisions began with a drive downtown. I didn't make it a habit to come this way too often. Downtown could get kind of sketchy if someone didn't know where they were going. I trust Allen, but the fact that his friend lived down here had me a tad concerned. Find a happy place, Amy. Find a happy place.
"Hey, Amy," Allen parked in the parking structure for this beautiful loft building, "The guy we're going to meet…He's Francois's cousin. He can be a little catty, so take him with a grain of salt.
"Got it," I kept my head about me. Although, I wasn't sure how to feel about looking as innocent as what I do in a dirty place like this. It's like putting a sheltered kid front row at a Slayer concert. I'll be fine. I hope. If all else fails, I can throw down. I had no doubt in my mind that Allen can, too. In fact, I knew damn well he was a scrappy little shit. We'll be fine.
When we walked into the building, Allen brought me up to the top floor and knocked on the door. My grip on his hand tightened up, "Hey…It's alright, Amy. Relax."
"Ugh…" the door opened and a small man stood on the other side. He looked kind of familiar, but I don't think we've ever met, "What do you want, Allen?"
"I need to see your brother," Allen ordered, "Tell me he's home."
"Why?" the man asked, purposefully making things difficult.
"Come on, Luciano," Allen groaned, "I don't have time for this shit. I need to see him and I need to see him now."
"Fine," he rolled his eyes and cranked his neck back, "FLAVIO!"
"Che cosa, fratello?" a familiar face skipped to the front door, "Allen! Oh…And the tacky brat from Oliver's place."
"Excuse me?"
"You missed the meeting, Luciano," Flavio chirped, "The girl is staying with Oliver."
"Is she now?" Luciano looked me over like I was a piece of meat I don't think I'm into that.
"No," Allen shielded me, "Luciano, no. Not like that."
"What do you want, Allen?" Flavio asked, "Don't you have Lutz half asleep and tied up in your bedroom, Luciano?"
"Oh yeah," Luciano remembered, "I should probably take care of that, yeah?"
"You wouldn't want a project, would you?" Allen offered.
"Yes, please!" Flavio sang, "I've always thought you'd be fun."
"No," Allen shot him down, "Not me. Amy.
"Huh?" I was off in la la land somewhere. I'm pretty sure someone said my name.
"Really?" Flavio looked me over, not quite with the same hunger as his brother, but with something different in his eyes.
"As long as you promise me," Allen stipulated, "You're not going to run and tell Olly we were ever here."
"Oh?" Flavio wondered, "A little bit of teenage rebellion, Allen?"
"Both of us," I stepped in, "Things aren't exactly as sunshine-y and rainbows as what they looked last night."
"Alright," Flavio nodded, stretching his hand out to me, "I won't say a word. Come here, tesoro. You let Uncle Flavio take good care of you."
Why did I get that feeling…? The same one I'd get when Oliver would tell me he was going to take care of me. Although, I got a feeling this is going to end with entirely different results. I shot a quick look over at Allen. He gave me one little nod of reassurance and that was all I needed, "Ok, Flavio. Do your worst."
"Oh, I could never," Flavio clutched his chest, "I'm almost insulted!"
When I walked into Flavio and Luciano's loft, I wasn't sure what to expect. This place was huge! And tastefully decorated, too, I might add. Definitely not the doily that Oliver's house was. But we weren't there anymore, were we? That's right. Oliver wasn't here. Maybe Flavio had it right. Even when I was younger, I never really had much of a rebellious streak. My parents didn't really allow much for wiggle room. Alright, Oliver. You wanted to call yourself my father when you were texting Allen. Well, your little girl is about to hit her teenage years. And it's not going to be pretty.
I sat in Flavio's closet and watched him skim through racks full of different styles of clothing. Every color, every pattern, every shape, nothing was left out. Flavio pulled out some tight, short dresses that put me in a state of slight unease. I hope he didn't expect me to fit into those, "What do you have dresses in your closet for, Flavio?"
"Life's too short for gender roles, mio amore," Flavio explained, "But if you don't think this bitch can't rock a tight leather skirt and a killer pair of heels, you're sorely fucking mistaken. Fashion is an art of expression, Amelia. And occasionally throwing one of these on does my dating life wonders. I dug into my personal stash of secret weapons for you. And I don't do this for just anyone."
"And I really appreciate it," I looked over my choices with a concerned feeling in my heart, "But don't you think they're a little short?"
"Uh, yeah?" Flavio gave me a look, "That was the idea. My god, Allen. What did you bring me? How broken does Oliver have you?"
"Flavio," Allen growled, "Don't you ever fucking call her broken again or the only thing broken here is going to be your fucking jaw. Do you understand?"
"Somebody's bitchy today," Flavio brushed him off, "Fine, fine. If you're not ok with how short they are, Amelia…"
"Amy…" Allen corrected him.
"Then, I guess I can find you some leggings in here, too," Flavio moved a little further into his closet and opened up one of the drawers, "Ooh! These look like fun!"
"What are these?" I wondered, letting Allen cool off in the corner.
"Here," Flavio handed me a garment bag and a pair of fishnets, "Go get dressed. You want something that says you're out to make some bad decisions? That's the way to go."
"Is this one of those things," I walked into the bathroom, "where one of those bad decisions is going to lead me to asking for a ride to the clinic?"
"Depends on where you and Allen are going tonight," Flavio figured, "Where would our den of sin be tonight?"
"I don't know," Allen thought it over, "You got anywhere in particular you're wanting to go tonight, Amy?"
"Not really," I opened up the garment bag and all I saw was leather, "What the fuck, Flavio?!"
"What?" Flavio squeaked, "Trust me, Amy. I know what I'm doing."
"By the looks of this," I pointed out, a tad mortified about what I'm seeing, "Allen and I are going to an S&M club!"
"Excuse me?" Allen perked up, "What did you give her, Flavio?"
"Don't 'what did you give her, Flavio?' me," Flavio stood by his decision, "Someone said she wanted to make a few bad choices tonight. The first one being her sudden rebellion against Oliver. The second being coming here with you. And the third being asking me for help. Now, Amy, I highly suggest coming out and showing that to me or I will never help you again. And that will be bad decision number four."
"I don't know how I'm going to get in it," I still wasn't quite sure what to do with it. Do I put it over my head? Do I step into it? Do I wake up from whatever fever dream this is? How the fuck should I know?
"Do you need some help?" Flavio offered.
"Maybe?"
"Then let me in the bathroom," he knocked on the door, "I promise I'm not a pervert."
"That's rich coming from you," Allen scoffed.
"Says the guy that hit on his own brother the first time they met," Flavio retaliated.
"That was an accident!"
"What was that?" I wondered, both concerned and a little disgusted.
"I didn't grow up with Alfred," Allen explained, "When I first met him, we were probably…Sixteen? I had gone out with Matt that night and…Well…I saw Alfred. I thought, this guy's cute. I wonder if he's seeing anyone. Lo and behold, I find out he was there looking for me the whole time. And then, I'm thinking, holy shit, this guy's here for me. But how the hell would he know who I was? While Matt and I were growing up, Oliver always told us how we had a twin out there like how Francois had Uncle Francis and how Oliver had Uncle Arthur. But…"
"Arthur…" I cut him off, "Tell me more about him."
"I only met him a couple times," Allen told me, "Why the hell would you want to know about that prick?'
"I think I saw him earlier today," I let Flavio into the bathroom and let him play with the buckles on this weird ass dress, "Does he look almost identical to Oliver?"
"The only major difference is that Arthur dresses like a grandpa?" Allen asked.
"Yeah!" I squeaked. So, that was Oliver's twin, huh? No wonder he got so heated, "Wait…Is he really as big of an asshole as you say he is?"
"Well," Allen mulled it over, "I say he's a prick. But he's got his moments where he's a pretty good dude. Arthur's just a little high strung for my tastes. That's all. Why?"
"Because," I spoke softly, "Oliver told me to stay away from him. Because he was bad man."
"Nah," Allen assured, "Arthur's alright. In small doses. The same can be said for Francis. Granted, neither one of them are much my cup of tea, but they're alright. He's not a bad guy. If anyone's the bad guy, it's…Well…Let's not go down that route tonight. Tonight's meant to be fun. If I wanted to talk about how fucked up my upbringing was, I'd go to my therapist. It's been a while since I saw her. But still. Here nor there. Actually, one day, Amy, I want you to meet Arthur and Francis. I'm sure they'd love to meet you."
"Why do you say that?" I wondered as Flavio started strapping me in.
"There are certain things about who you are," Allen winced, "Some things that Oliver's keeping from you, but if I tell you…It's one of those things that could make you completely lose your shit and your brain will turn to mush. Besides, it's better you hear it from either Alfred or Mattie once you get to meet him. I'm sure he'll adore you, too. Alfred won't shut up about you."
"Dio mio, Amy," Flavio swooned, "Oh, if I were into women, I'd take you right here and now. You want to see? What am I saying? Of course you do. Mirror's in the closet."
"Ok." But that meant leaving the safety of the bathroom. And I was practically naked. No. It's like Allen said, Oliver's not here. I'm here to make some bad decisions and fuck shit up. And if that means traipsing around town like the slut I used to be, then so be it! Maybe it was time for her to come back out. It has been a while and that wasn't who I was in the light anymore, but…I got something I need to get out of my system. And in order to do that, I needed to get a little something, something in my system. Besides, if we're being honest…I'd much rather be Flavio's doll than Oliver's.
"Hey, Amy," Flavio offered, "Are you thirsty?"
"In more ways than one," I nodded, "What are you pouring?"
"I don't know," Flavio left the bathroom, pulling me out with him, "I'm thinking a good merlot. How do you feel about red wine?"
"You got anything stronger?" I asked.
"Holy shit, Amy…" Allen got an eyeful of me, "You weren't kidding when you said S&M club."
"What?" I looked myself over in the mirror, understanding his metaphorical nosebleed a little better, "Oh…Yeah."
Damn, Flavio…You did a good job. I didn't expect this skintight black leather dress to fit me, but you managed. I'm sorry if I'm stretching it out, but I'm not exactly a little girl. But holy fuck, I look good. Allen sat down on the futon up here, "Now, I get when Flavio said if he were into women…You look incredible."
"You think so?" I bit the inside of my cheek, suppressing a smile, "I do, don't I?"
"You look fucking hot, Amy," Flavio approved, handing me a glass of wine. I did ask for something stronger, but anything that'll give me a buzz, I guess, "And I'm not even done with you."
"Then, let's keep going," I threw the contents of my glass back like a shot and put it down on the table, "I don't have all night. And God only knows when Oliver's going to send out a search and rescue party."
"He wouldn't rally a party together," Allen explained, "He'd go looking himself. Just himself. Trust me. Take it from someone who would run away from home regularly when he was younger."
"Really?" I wondered. Don't get me wrong. Allen always had that bit of rebellion going for him, but I didn't think he actually went through with some of it. Then again, I couldn't really blame him. I'm practically doing the same thing.
"Yeah," Allen kicked his feet up on the coffee table, "It would usually end up with Oliver grounding me, but Francois would always come through and let me do whatever, so it never stuck."
"I miss Francois," Flavio sighed out, digging a brush out from under the bathroom sink, "How is he doing these days, Allen?"
"He's Francois," Allen shrugged, "Is he ever really going to be…good? By normal standards?"
"It's worth hoping, isn't it?"
"Maybe one day," Allen stared up at the ceiling, "But for now, he's Francois. He went into an episode the other day when he met Amy."
"I can understand why," Flavio plugged in his straightener, "But it didn't get…Violent, did it? You didn't have to call someone?"
"Matt was home," Allen told him, "So, I had all the muscle I needed. He did restrain himself, though. When I got back home, he seemed pretty docile. Although, I did have to pull out the big guns."
"No!" Flavio gasped, "You called Francis?"
"I threatened to call Francis," Allen clarified, "And that's all it took. He got pissed, yeah, but it got him to settle down awfully quick."
"You know that's dirty, Allen," Flavio scolded him, "What if someone were to use Alfred against you?"
"What if someone used Lovino against you?" Allen retaliated.
"If you can get close to him without needing a tetanus shot afterward," Flavio giggled, "Good luck."
"Who's Lovino?" I wondered.
"My twin brother," Flavio awed, "He's a scrappy little shit, but I still love him. Kind of like Luciano, but without the homicidal tendencies. If Luciano had more flair for the dramatic, he'd be Lovino. But deep down, Lovi's a sweetie. Especially if you get him around Antonio. He's practically a kitten in Antonio's lap. But if you saw Antonio, you'd understand. Anyone could turn docile in those big, beautiful arms of his. The thought of falling asleep in them puts me in a good place…"
"I can see that good place, Flavio," Allen cringed, shutting his eyes tight, "I understand that skinny jeans are comfortable, but they don't leave much to the imagination. Settle down."
"Sorry," Flavio grabbed his phone off the counter and scrolled through his pictures, showing me the screen. And the beautiful Spaniard plastered on it, "That's Antonio."
"Hello," I took his phone from him while he ran the brush through my hair, "And this is your brother's boyfriend?"
"Oh, yeah," Flavio swooned, "That's my brother's boyfriend. But swipe over one more and you'll see mine."
"Ok…" I slid my finger across his phone screen. He looked just like Antonio but without the muscle tone and more…I don't know…Tragic. Flavio's boyfriend looked like a French film in a human being. Not quite sad, but…I don't know. Melancholy. That's a good word for him, "You did well for yourself, Flavio."
"Thank you," Flavio took his phone back, "Don't get me wrong. Antonio's pretty to look at, but…There's something special about Andres, too. Like when we're in bed at night and everything's all quiet…"
"We don't need to hear about what goes on in your bedroom, Flavio," Allen shut that shit down as soon as he could.
"We're not the bedroom you need to be worried about," Flavio went back to straightening my hair, "That's downstairs. I've never met a couple so perfect for each other in that regard than Luciano and Lutz. One's a sadist, one's a masochist. A match made in Hell, but let them have each other. Lutz keeps Luciano from killing people, so we'll call that a win."
"If we didn't need to hear about you and Andres," Allen cringed, "We really don't need to hear about Luciano and Lutz."
"Aww," I teased him a little, "What's the matter, Allen? I didn't have you pegged as a prude."
"I'm not a prude!"
"I like you," Flavio draped his arms around my shoulders, "Oh, Amy…It's too bad Oliver has a hold of you. I feel like you and I would be best friends."
"Oliver's not here," I reminded him…and myself, "And who's stopping us from being best friends?"
"Your actual best friend," Allen chimed in, showing off the half a popsicle pinned on his jacket, "That's what this says anyway."
And much like that popsicle in the summertime, my heart melted, "Allen…"
"Aww…" Flavio followed suit, "You two are so cute. If you were more Allen's type, I'd say for you two to get together…"
"No!" Allen cringed, "Flavio! No! Bad!"
"Oh, yeah," Flavio let that go, "I forgot all about that. We really should finish you up, Amy. I'm almost done."
"Yay!" Because my ass was going numb. It felt like we had been here for hours. And all so Allen and I can go out and have a little fun? It seemed excessive, but then again, Flavio was excessive incarnate. Allen was right. We were out to make some bad decisions tonight. Why not start with Flavio?
By the time he was done, I looked like a full-on call girl. Black leather on top, black flats on the bottom, and a bright red lip to bring it all together. Hot damn, I looked like I was out to get laid tonight. And maybe I will. Maybe I'll have a casual one-night stand for the hell of it. Maybe I'll try cocaine. Who knows? Anything's going tonight. Down to try anything once. However, I'm not quite sure how I felt about the need for a photoshoot…
"Hey, Flavio," I did any pose he asked of me, "Is there a reason for this?"
"You're damn right, there is!" Flavio continued snapping pictures, "You are my fucking masterpiece, Amelia, and this needs to be documented. You are absolutely perfect right now and these are going to be framed in black and white on my wall. You are my fucking artwork and I love you."
"I…Love you, too?" I giggled, seeing spots from that damn flash. Jesus Christ, Flavio…
"Alright, Flavio," Allen put a stop to it, "You've got enough."
"Come on, Allen," Flavio begged, "Please? Just a few more?"
"No," Allen took his jacket off and covered me with it, "You're done. Amy, you ready?"
"I'm ready," I nodded, "This is the first time I've felt like an adult in a month. You know what, Allen? I think I know what I want to do tonight."
"What's that, Amy?" Allen asked.
"I want to go out and be an adult," I decided, "I want to go sit and drink in a bar for the first time in fucking forever. Possibly walk out of said bar with a couple numbers. Then, we can call it a night. Is that alright with you?"
"Hell yeah!" Allen high fived me with the greatest enthusiasm, "Let's do it! I mean…I don't really drink that much, but I'm not going to stop you."
"Aren't you as straight edged as they come, Allen?" Flavio finished putting his camera equipment away.
"For the most part," Allen nodded, "But that's a me thing. If it's not a her thing, then it's not a her thing. That's fine by me. It's not my decision."
"It's no fun to drink by yourself," Flavio pouted, "Am I going to have to join you?"
"No," Allen shot him down, "That doesn't mean I can't break a little just for tonight."
"You may be more Francois than Oliver, Allen," Flavio jabbed.
"You know what, Flavio?" Allen rubbed his eyes, "That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me. I appreciate it."
"You're welcome, tesoro," Flavio pulled him to his chest, kissing the top of his head, "You two go ahead and make bad choices."
"Will do," Allen took my hand, "Come on, Amy. Let's get going."
"Thank you, Flavio," I smiled sweetly.
"Anytime," Flavio sent us out, "Go, go…Get out of here. You crazy kids…Go live your lives the way Oliver wouldn't want you to."
"Our pleasure," Allen gave him a sarcastic bow.
And just like that, the two of us headed out. We were ready to make those bad decisions. That first one being pulling up to the first bar we found. It looked just the right amount of sketchy where I might catch something, but I might not catch something. That was the dice we were rolling tonight. Maybe I'll get a tattoo of something stupid for kicks! Like the words 'Spring Break '97', even though it's well past '97. And I wasn't even drunk yet.
"So, Amy," Allen pulled out the barstool for me, "What's your poison of choice?"
"Whiskey," I ordered, "Jack. Large quantities. If you would, please."
"You know what?" Allen waved the bartender down, "Two Jack and Cokes, please."
"You, too?" I gave him a look, "Didn't Flavio say you were straight edge?"
"He also said it was no fun drinking alone," he retaliated, "You and I are going to sit here, toss back whiskey, and have a good time."
"Fine by me."
And we did. One whiskey turned into two. And two turned into three. Three turned into six...Six turned the fucking world upside down. I had no intentions of getting wasted, but I knew damn well I wasn't going to feel good tomorrow. But right now, I didn't give a single fuck in how tomorrow was going to be. For the first time in what felt like a very, very long time, I was back to being me. I finally got my one night of fun and stupidity I needed after Reid and I split up, but I couldn't have it because I was too busy worrying about where I was going to sleep that night.
"Hey…Ames…" Allen stumbled off his stool, "There's no fucking way either one of us is driving home. I'm going to go to the back and call Alfred, k?"
"Ok," I let him go, "Tell him…Tell him he's got a fantastic ass and that it goes on for days. Whose birthday party is he going to with all that cake?"
"Jesus Christ, Amy," Allen laughed, "You sound like me when I first met him. Don't worry. You'll figure it out soon enough…And how fucking weird that was. I'm not telling him he's got a fantastic ass. That's my…hic…That's our brother. Why would you tell him he's got a nice ass? Fucking weirdo…"
I watched Allen walk into the back and I ordered another drink. God knows I didn't need another one, but what the hell? I wasn't driving back tonight. But then, I felt a man's hand on my shoulder, "Amelia Williams?"
"Yeeeees?" I cranked my neck back, looking over this delicious piece of man in blue, "Hello…Where did you come from?"
"I need you to come with me," the man demanded.
"Where are we going?" I wondered.
"I'm taking you home," he explained, taking handcuffs off his belt.
"That does not look like you're taking me home," I flirted, "So, are we going back to your place?"
"It'd be a good idea for you not to hit on me," he shot me down.
"Oh!" I gave him a nod, "So, you're like Allen! Hold on. He'll be back in a second."
"No," the man brought me out to his car. Yeah…I don't think this is him taking me to have his way with me. In my brief moment of lucidity (that may or may not have happened as I got into the back of his car), it dawned on me. Am I seriously getting arrested right now? I haven't done anything. I just had a few drinks with a friend. Is that a crime now? And I can't even tell said friend that I just got arrested! Sorry, Allen. But still, send Alfred my love. Because I know damn well he's going to come pick you up.
"Hey," I leaned up to the driver's seat, "Can you turn on the radio? I'm in the mood for some jams."
"Sure," he allowed. At least I got a good cop. Sometimes, the cops that would bring Reid home like this were total assholes. Although, I knew Reid brought that on himself most of the time. He scrolled through the radio until I heard a familiar lyric that hit me in the fucking on switch.
We got to hold onto what we got.
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not.
We've got each other and that's a lot for love…
"WE'LL GIVE IT A SHOT!" I screeched at the top of my lungs, "OH! WE'RE HALFWAY THERE! WHOAAA! LIVIN' ON A PRAAAYER!"
"Ok," he turned off the radio, "That's enough of that."
"Aww…"
A few minutes later, the cop pulled up to the good old home sweet home and helped me out, "Come on…"
"Got it, chief," I leaned on his arm and stumbled up the stairs. I need to go to bed…Before I...
Nope. Too late. I leaned over the railing and spilled my guts in a rosebush. Oops. The cop helped me back over before I flipped into it, "You ok?"
"I've been better," I wiped my mouth off as he knocked on the front door, "Shit…No. I don't want to wake Oliver up. Just let me go in on my own."
But that was too late, too, "Thank you, Officer."
"No problem," he gave Oliver a nod, "Just…Keep her inside."
"That was the intention," Oliver brought me inside. And I could feel it in the pit of my stomach. My ass was about to be sufficiently chewed, "Bed. Now."
And because my rebellious streak had come to a screeching halt when law enforcement had to get involved, I made my way upstairs. Slowly, but surely. I mostly bear crawled up the stairs, but I managed to get into my bedroom and into my bed. My eyes only got heavier the cozier I got. I'm surprised my ass was still in one piece. I would've thought Oliver would've torn it to shreds by now.
He came into my room with a warm washcloth in his hand and took off all of Flavio's hard work, "You have no idea how worried I was about you, Amelia."
"I'm sorry…"
"You thought you could run off on me like that…" Oliver's tone got dark. Like…Scary dark. When he was done washing my face, he took off Allen's jacket and got up from the edge of my bed, "We'll discuss this more in the morning. Right now, I want you to go to sleep."
"Yes, boss…" Shortly after that, I closed my eyes. And I wasn't opening them back up until tomorrow.
