𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗲

14- 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀

"Amara, I told you- I'm fine" Azaiah insisted but Amara still continued leading him through the front doors of the hospital.

"That was a hard blow, you need to get checked out" Amara told him but after she realised what she had said.

"Hard blow? Wow-" Azaiah chuckled until he felt a light swat on his arm.

"Oh, shut up" Amara mumbled as she approached a woman dressed in nurse uniform.

"He's sustained a...harsh blow to his head, he needs a check up to rule out any internal bleeding" Amara told the nurse and she just nodded.

"Follow me, I'll take you to a doctor" The woman told Azaiah and he reluctantly walked behind her until they reached a room, Amara following behind.

"I'm sorry, you're going to have to wait out here" The nurse told Amara and she just paused as they stood outside the room.

"I'm sure there's nothing wrong. Besides, it's just a quick in and out-" Azaiah started but stopped himself as he realised what he had just said.

Amara had to hold back a laugh as the nurse was looking at the both of them. She just took a deep breath, composing herself as she showed Azaiah a small smile.

"Fine, I'm just going to get a coffee" Amara told him and he nodded, their eyes searching each other maybe a little too long.

Azaiah soon averted his gaze from Amara and followed the nurse inside the room, the blinds drawn so that Amara, or anyone, couldn't see in.

Amara just started walking to the Café, thinking back on what had happened today. Elias needed his space after finding out about Natalia, so Amara had given him it.

She knew he would be okay eventually, all because he had Axel- the only thing keeping him tethered at the moment. Amara wished she would have told him when the time was right, because him finding out like that certainly wasn't right- and it definitely wasn't fair.

"Coffee- milk, one sugar, please" Amara told the cashier, passing her a ten dollar note.

The woman was about to pass her back the change but Amara just shook her head. It was a shock that bill didn't have a speck of blood on it.

"Keep it, please" Amara told her and the woman just flashed her a warm smile, thanking Amara.

A couple of minutes later, Amara's coffee had been made and she picked it up, appreciating the warmth it gave her hands.

But she looked up, and doing that turned out to be something she regretted. Years and years she had remembered every moment, not thinking she would ever see his face again- but there he was.

Alex Westwood. Her abusive ex-boyfriend. The man who raped her.

"Miss, are you alright?" A woman asked Amara, and only then did she notice she had dropped her coffee- liquid spilled all over the floor.

"I-I'm sorry about this, I-" Amara started but everything around her just grew blurry.

He was there, laughing and smiling with his colleagues as if he hadn't ruined Amara's life. He shouldn't even have that job as a doctor, instead he should be behind bars- yet Amara knew she wasn't always the strong woman she was now.

She had been weak before, and that weak girl got raped by her own boyfriend. From then on, her idea of love was twisted- she couldn't love anyone the same.

Giving yourself to someone, every part of you- and they take it. They take it without any remorse or care of what it would do to you.

Alex took any of the innocence Amara had away, yet his life wasn't affected in the slightest. He could still become a doctor after using his own pharmaceutical knowledge to help rape his own girlfriend.