Chapter Eighty

(Amelia)

She hadn't discovered the time she had slept off, but she woke up with a jerk, rushing to the toilet, she threw up and when she was finished she washed up before returning back to the room.

Something was very wrong, could it be stress?, she wasn't the type to get sick easily, but again yesterday's event had hitten hard and maybe that was the cause.

Then the door is thrown open and he walks in and her hearts slams faster against her chest, but he walked passed her like she didn't even exist, like she wasn't there, he didn't look drunk anymore and maybe this was the time she had been waiting for, when she would have to explain.

"Xavier" she called

"Don't" he said walking past her again and heading to the dressing room.

"I have the right to explain myself Xavier, all you have to do is listen, it doesn't have to change anything, I just have to explain"

"There is nothing I want to hear from you and you have no right so i would advise you to shut the fuck up and leave me in peace"