Page 270 of Knox Academy Omnibus
F*ck Her
Chapter One
Amelie
Blood, there is so much blood. I stare at my hands in shock. A vortex of voices swirls around me but nothing makes sense. Sticky black blood pools at my feet.
There’s no way he can survive this.
“She’s not moving.”
“Well, pick her up.”
They keep talking but shock has taken control of my mind.
He’s dead.
I should have told him how I felt.
It barely registers when someone lifts me from the ground, not until I’m already in the air. My body flops around almost like it’s lifeless...not lifeless. Onyx was lifeless. So much blood.
Dead.
The vortex starts again, the world around me spinning, and a loud crack echoes through my body. I shake my head, the here and now coming back slowly. Disappearing just as quickly. My eyes won’t open and my legs are jelly.
All I can see is Onyx lying on the ground, and it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have left him. I should have stayed.
Everything happens in a blur. Yelling, lots of yelling, and my feet suddenly moving of their own accord. I’m running. I don’t know where, but I know that I have to go. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me and Onyx is alive and looking for me. I just have to find him.
"Fuck off!” I scream. Not sure at what or who, but I need to find him. He’ll be looking for me surely.
I trip over my own feet and land in a puddle of blood. Onyx’s body is there, blood rolling down the side of his face, his eyes open. Lifeless. Dead.
“Help me.”
My eyes pop open, my heart beating a million miles a minute.
The nightmares keep happening, even though Onyx is fine. I don’t know why, but the end of the dream keeps changing. Today the tripping over his dead body is different, but it’s always something similar. I look out of the limo window as we pull up the driveway to Sawyer’s house. I’m so excited to see Momo. And the guys, obviously, but that nap has me feeling drained rather than refreshed.
“Did you have another nightmare?” Kalen asks. I nod.
He’s been harping on about me seeing a shrink since the night it happened. No doubt that now we’re back from Australia, he’ll tell Sawyer and they’ll make me go and speak to someone. I don't understand how telling someone my ‘issues’ or reliving that night again will change anything.
The bomb went off and changed so much. Everything in fact.
Reliving it won’t change the outcome or the devastation caused.
Grandpa Knox is still MIA. They caught that wanker Bastian but he hasn’t been any help; he either knows nothing, or he’s really good at keeping secrets.
As soon as the limo stops, I unplug my belt and jump from the car. I know Onyx is here; I made them all promise to be here. I didn’t feel like going to Monty’s house and dealing with Laura’s crap, and Slate said Onyx has been up and is being his usual pain-in-the-ass self.
Luckily, the door is unlocked, and I barrel into the house. Three sets of eyes turn my way, but mine lock with Onyx. A smirk pulls at his lips. If I wasn’t so desperate to see how he is, that smirk would probably have my panties melting.
I don't hesitate, I weave around the furniture and launch myself at him. He braces my weight as I straddle his hips. My lips find his. Bruising. Punishing. Life-affirming.
In the background, I hear Kalen whine and Slate tells him to go eat a bag of dicks. I agree. He had me to himself for two whole weeks, so it’s only fair they get a turn. I feel like a brand new toy that everyone wants to play with, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t love the attention.
Someone coughs beside me, I pull away from Onyx and look over to where Slate is sitting. It’s easier to meet his eyes now I know Onyx is okay. For so long after that night, I couldn’t stand to look at his twin. It was too painful, but not because they look so similar, but because the guilt was eating me up inside. Guilt for leaving Onyx to get hurt, guilt for giving my heart to Slate more freely than I gave it to Onyx. Just…guilt for so many more reasons than I could verbalise.
