Forgive Me- Part 1

Amelia's POV

My phone has been ringing nonstop since I left their hotel; it got to the point where I just had to turn it off before I threw it out the window. When I arrived at my house I couldn't bring myself to do anything. I made it as far as the lounge room before I allowed myself to fall to the floor. What am I going to do? I have to face Isaac eventually but what will I say? Oh sorry, but I slept with that guy I just met who I went out in town with! Yea, not going to happen. Maybe I can just pretend it didn't happen. I mean, it's not like I'm ever going to see him again plus, who would believe that Jaime Preciado stayed with me and that we had sex? No one that's who. Yea. It never happened. All just a bad dream and no matter how much it breaks my heart, that's what I have to accept it as.

There's a knock at my door but I can't bring myself to answer it. Maybe if I ignore them they'll go away. I am really not in a good mind set to see anyone right now. The knocked persisted and I resisted yelling at them to go away which would immediately prove I'm here.

"Amelia? I know you there, please let me in. I need to talk to you." It was Jaime's voice that spoke through the door and I groaned as I rolled over and buried my face in the carpet. "Come on Amelia, you can't pretend you're not there"

"I can pretend all I want so please do me a favour and fuck off."

"No I need to talk to you. Please?" I knew that if I let him in I would do one of two things. Run to his arms and beg him to never leave or break down in tears. Honestly, I didn't want either.

"Please go away Jaime, I just... I can't see you right now."

I hear muffled talking on the other side of the door. Who else is there?

"Amelia?" Tony? "Hey, umm I sent him to sit down stairs for a bit. Can I come in?"

After a minutes hesitation I stood up with a sigh and opened the door for Tony. As promised, Jaime was no here in sight.

"Oh Amelia!" He pulled me into a hug. "God! I am so sorry, I told him it was a bad idea that it wouldn't end well for either of you" I just nodded and pulled away from him. I motioned for him to sit on the couch while I went and grabbed us both a coke. When I returned I sat next to him on the couch and waited for him to talk.

"Amelia, I know it's probably the last thing you want to do, but can you please talk to him? He's head over heels for you and even the thought of you being angry at him is destroying him"

"He should have thought of the before he lied"

"Yea I know, he's a dick. But please? Just talk to him?"

"I can't Tony... I wouldn't be able to handle it. Plus, I have a boyfriend and you guys are going back to America anyway. This is probably for the best."

He nodded in understanding. "Okay. I'll keep him away while we're still here. But we have to come through here before heading home. Could you at least say good bye then? "

"I don't know if I could handle that... Seeing him just to have him ripped away. I think it would hurt too much."

"Okay. Here, text me if you change your mind okay? I'll keep him away from you now." He stood up and gave me a hug before walking out the door.

The tears started all over again. Why? Why does this stupid childish Mexican man make me feel this way? But at least it's over. I never have to see him again. But that thought doesn't bring peace like you think such a simple solution would. It just brings more pain.

Notes

SO yea, it's another short one. Sorry about that guys :)