Amelia's POV "What do you want Amelia?" my mother stressed out as she sat on the bed with my father as I sat across from her on a small stool. I bit my lip, trying to get together a sentence before staring at them with guilt behind my eyes. "I'm here to apologise for not at least contacting you after everything that has happened, I honestly feel so terrible," I confessed trying not to look at them in the eyes, it was hard to look at my mother's disappointment when she was sitting a few feet away. "I just can't believe you didn't at least call, after everything we and your siblings have been through, we thought you'd at least try to contact us. We would've understood if you have been running away, but when you had the chance, that's just selfish," my father spat out, his hands forming tight fists as my mother rested her hand on his thigh. "I know it was selfish of me to not call you, but I couldn't face you guys. I could visibly see Johnny and Alia almost strangled to death. How d