#Chapter32
AMELIA POV
Xavier slams the door and I can hear the faint echo of him rushing down the stairs.
I know I went too far, comparing him to his father was a bad thing but I couldn't control my mouth. He effortlessly told me he doesn't care about being with me.
Honestly, I wanted him to care. It's all I craved. For him to protect me. And I knew he did, but the way he so casually hid it hurt me.
The events of last night replayed in my mind. His soft kisses, his gentle touch, his hypnotising words. I can't believed I ruined that sweet memory with what I said.
I'm on the brink of crying but before I could I hear a loud bang shoot off.
I run to the window, almost slipping on the polished wooden floor. I scrambled to open the blinds and looked out the window.
When I saw what was outside I almost lost my balance, holding onto the windowsill for support.
It was Xavier.
Shot in the chest.
