"What're you thinking?" Lorenzo asked, snapping Amelia out of her thoughts.
"Nothing." she said, way too quickly. He looked at her suspiciously.
"There is something." Mason said, staring at her. "Why's your face so red?"
"What? Are you feeling hot? Are you sick? You don't have a fever, do you?" Roman started panicking.
"No, Roman. I'm absolutely fine." Amelia said, waving him off and bowing her head, trying to hide her face.
She was just lost in thought. Thinking about Ashton.
Thinking if what they did was right. She didn't want to hide it from Lorenzo, but she didn't have the courage to tell him either.
The scene kept repeating in her mind.
She got up and ran out of the kitchen. She ran up to her room. She was still conflicted on whether its appropriate or not.
Running into the bathroom, she washed her face and looked at herself in the mirror.
She could practically hear the words that were once said to her.
Everything seemed to echo in her mind.
'Can you stop whoring around with guys?'
'You need to stop being the slut you are and stay away from Ashton Garcia.'
'Fucking whore.'
'We sold you.'
'Ryan Brown.'
'You're his property.'
"STOP." She yelled, clutching her head in her hands, her nails digging into the skin.
'You're a slut.'
"I'm not." She yelled again, backing away, hitting the wall behind her.
Suddenly her hands were pulled away from her head and She was pulled into a hug.
"Hey. Shh. What happened? There's no one here." Lorenzo said.
Amelia kept her eyes closed tightly. The words still revolved in her mind.
She was breathing heavily. She felt dizzy.
She just stood there, as Lorenzo hugged her, her arms to her sides, clutching her joggers in fists.
"I'm not a slut." She whispered before she started sobbing, wrapping her arms around Lorenzo, who was shocked to say the least.
"Who said that to you?" He found it hard to keep his anger in control. She was so vulnerable at the time.
Amelia just kept sobbing as Lorenzo picked her up and took her out of the bathroom. She clung onto him, feeling safe and loved. She didn't want to let go.
Lorenzo sat down on her bed and rubbed her back. Her other brothers, stood there, looking at her sadly.
They wanted nothing more than to take her pain away. Whenever they thought she was finally healing, a new problem arise.
She finally calmed down after a long time when her sobs turned into sniffles. She raised her head to find all of her brothers in the room.
Maybe the title of a slut, couldn't be removed from her.
She suddenly started feeling ashamed. She shouldn't let anyone touch her. She should've sticked with what she was taught. She pushed Lorenzo away and got up from his lap, backing away from him.
Lorenzo looked at her in shock, a little hurt by her action.
"What happened, Angel?" He asked, getting up and moving closer to her. She moved away from him.
"Don't come close to me." She stuttered, sniffling.
Lorenzo stopped where he was and looked at her sadly.
"I still need to know what happened." He said, a frown on his face.
"I don't want to talk about it." She said, not meeting his gaze.
Lorenzo opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't.
The room was silent. Roman was ready to cry any moment.
"Can you all leave us alone?" Grayson asked. He didn't know what came over him. He just thought she'd tell him. He had hope.
Lorenzo looked at Grayson for a second, then looked back at Amelia, who was staring at the ground with tear-filled eyes.
He nodded and walked out, with the others following him.
Grayson moved to her bed and sat down. Amelia backed away more. She shifted more into the wall, with every step he took.
She was standing against the wall, while her bed was in the middle of her room.
"Come here." Grayson said softly, patting the bed. Amelia shook her head.
"I'll not touch you, I promise." Grayson said, hoping she'd listen.
She just had a breakdown and was so emotionally weak, nobody could expect what she was thinking.
Amelia kept standing where she was. She didn't even look at him.
"Look at me, Amelia." Grayson said, softly.
He was the only one with this much patience. Roman was the most patient out of all of them, but he would've got emotional. Grayson was the perfect person who could handle the situation.
Amelia lifted her eyes to look at Grayson. The unshed tears in her eyes, flowed down her cheeks.
He smiled at her warmly.
"See. Its just me here. I'm your brother. I won't harm you." He said slowly, like he was talking to a little child.
Amelia looked at him, trying not to cry. She felt ashamed. She didn't want to be a slut. She didn't want anyone touching her.
"Come here." He tried again. Amelia contemplated whether to obey or not.
Grayson moved to a corner of the bed.
"You can sit far away from me. I won't touch you. It'll be better if you talk about it." He said.
Amelia decided to obey. He was her brother after all. He was so sweet and respectful even when he didn't know she was his sister.
She sat far away from him on the bed, her legs pulled to her chest and her chin resting on her knees. She hugged her pillow to her side and stared at Grayson, who was smiling, happy they were getting somewhere.
"What happened?" He asked, sitting cross legged on her bed and facing her.
Amelia stayed silent for a while.
"Chris and Maria sold me like an object." She started. "They picked me up from a trashcan, raised me into a perfect trophy, to sell me as soon as I turn 18."
Grayson listened to her patiently.
"They sold me to Ryan Brown. It wasn't my choice. Still, they called me a slut." She said. Her teary eyes now filled with Rage and anger.
She could've got information from them when she went to the warehouse. She wanted to listen to their story again, which Chris told her when he was on gunpoint. But they had already consumed the drug.
"Why remember this now?" Grayson asked. Amelia bit her tongue. She didn't want to tell him, but she thought Grayson would understand.
Grayson wanted to know what triggered it. It was going good.
"I kissed Ashton yesterday." She whispered. Grayson's eyes went wide, in shock. Amelia looked down in shame.
"It just happened. I didn't think before doing it. Then he kissed me." She said. "I think I am a slut. I didn't even leave my best friend."
"Hey! You're not, okay?" Grayson said, not liking her thinking that way. Although he was not okay with her kissing boys, he knew that didn't make her a slut.
"But what if he thought of me as a sister? Like Damon does?" She looked at Grayson for an answer.
"He doesn't. If he did, he wouldn't have kissed you. He would've stopped you from doing so." Grayson assured.
He was right. He wouldn't have kissed her again, if he really thought of her as his sister. She never counted him as a brother either.
What was she ashamed of then?
Now, she started feeling foolish and over-dramatic.
"I'm so over-dramatic." She muttered.
Grayson frowned.
"You're not. You were told, you were a slut for ten years, Amelia. That's a long time. Anyone would start doubting themselves. Stop saying stuff about yourself." He said.
"As for Ashton. I knew he had something for you. He told me he couldn't forget Ava, when he looked at his girlfriend." Grayson smiled. Amelia blushed. "He talked about Ava, a lot. He said something about playing aย marriage game. I don't know." Grayson furrowed his eyebrows, thinking hard.
"We used to play a game in which he'd be the groom and I'd be the bride and we'll marry and fight with each other."
"Damon said he'll try to take my custody. Whenever I lost hope, Ashton would say he'll marry me and take me with him, if they didn't get my custody." She said, smiling at the memory. She had completely forgotten this memory.
"But I wasn't attracted to Ashton like I was to that jerk." She said, frowning.
"Love isn't always attraction towards someone." Grayson said. "Like I told you before, Anna was attracted to Hans, who turned out to be a jerk. Christoff helped her through hard times and took care of her. As soon as they realized what they had for each other, they got together."
"Think about it. Did Ashton ever leave you alone to fight with your problems? Did he ever refuse to help you? Did you ever ask him how he feels for you?"
Amelia stayed silent. Ashton had always supported her and helped her. About asking, she never asked him. She never expected him to have feelings for her. More than that, she never expected herself to have feelings for him.
"You're right." Amelia said, determined to talk to Ashton.
"Today's conversation will be our little secret." Amelia said.
Grayson chuckled.
"It'll be our little secret." He said showing his pinky finger. He moved his hand forward, before realising.
He was just about to retreat his hand when a small finger wrapped around his. Grayson grinned at her.
"Okay. You need to rest now." Grayson said getting up and motioning her to lay down.
He tucked her in and sat a little distance away on her desk chair.
He waited for sometime then walked out, as soon as he started hearing soft snores.
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I posted this on my message board too, but if anyone has suggestions for 'The Missing Piece' sequel, feel free to tell me.
Keep smiling.
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