Jaime's POV

I was leaving the Fuentes residence after a talk about another tour to make up for the one I skipped out on all the while trying my best not to attack my best friend;; but I collided with very familiar body. I looked down to see Amelia standing before me.

“Oh sorry!” she said before stepping back. She looked up and her eyes met with mine but she didn’t look how I expected. She had lost weight again and she looked like she hadn’t slept in days. But it wasn’t the decline in her health that upset me the most. It was how terrified she looked.

Seeing Amelia flinch away from me shattered my heart. Her being scared of me was the last thing I ever wanted and despite everything that happened I still love her. She looked so broken, so sad; I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around her and tell her everything would be okay. But I knew that it wouldn't be. In complete honesty, I don't remember what actually happened that night, just flashes. But I remember her in Vic's arms, the love in his eyes and she just left, she didn't defend herself she just accepted it and left... Why would she do that if they hadn't done anything?

I push past her but hesitate for a second when I see the hemline of her shorts push up as she moved out of my way; cuts. They were deep and fresh. Oh god that's my fault... She's cutting because of me. I storm out of the house before anyone could see the pain that I'm sure was plainly visible on my face. I don't even look back to say goodbye to the guys, I just need to get out of there, away from her before I do something stupid like forgive her.

As I head home I can't stop thinking about her legs. She promised me she wouldn't do that. How could she break her promise? Despite everything I thought she would have kept it... My mind flashes back to the phone call two weeks ago after she had come over, was that her keeping her promise? Was I the one to break our promise?

The more I think about it the more horrible I feel. God what have I done? What if she was telling the truth? What if she didn't sleep with him? But I can't be sure, after Isaac I don't know how I can completely believe that she wouldn't do the same to me. She might like Vic more than she likes me and the distance that always seemed to be between them might be a show. They could have been sleeping together all along.

I walk into our house that has seemed uncomfortably lonely ever since Amelia left. Simba, as always, immediately ran straight for me and I think he could smell that I'd been around Amelia because he went nuts and started to jump up and down before running to the front door to see if she was here. He's missed her so much since she left. He really was her dog. I think back to when I first got him for her. The second he met Milly he knew that he was hers. Memories of her flood my mind making my heart break all over again. How could I be so fucking stupid? Even if she did sleep with him, I can't live without her... She's the best thing that's ever happened to me and I can't let her go.

I walk over to the draws in the makeshift studio. Right next to the unfinished song that I wrote when I thought she hated me while we were separated sat a little velvet box. I was meant to ask her at the restaurant but I had chickened out... I wonder how everything would be right now if I hadn’t. Would she have said yes? Would we still be together right now? Maybe it's not too late. Maybe she'll forgive me for being such an idiot.

I'm going to fix this. Two days. In two days I'll go over to Vic's with this precious little box, pop the question and everything will be okay. Everything has to be okay. I don't know what if do without her. God, why did I let it get this bad? I’m such a fucking idiot!

Notes

So this is the second last chapter of part 2!!! the next one will be from two POV's and i'm not gonna line it will probably be short live this one (sorry)

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