redemption.

004

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"jadon sancho! why didn't you fucking tell me that was him? it's his fault. i can't-"

amelia was having a heated discussion with her counsellor after finding out the boy that helped her last week was actually a footballer for dortmund; not only is that her boyfriends rival team but he was the one scoring and taunting their wins online. she knew it definitely wasn't his fault that josh's team would lose and she'd get beat but she couldn't talk to him anymore and they certainly couldn't be friends.

"breach of confidentiality amelia. and you know it isn't his fault-"

"i don't give a fuck. you're here helping him? getting him better so he can be better at football. my phone? my eye? that was all after that game, why don't you care?"

alyssa's face completely dropped, "of course i care. yes im helping him but i could be helping you too, you just need to actually want it. im happy for these sessions to be how they are; a gossip or a rant. it gets you out the house and a chance to express your emotions without any consequences. it stops you from putting yourself in compromising situations later on but we could be doing more. if you left-"

"i can't fucking believe this," she got up, leaving the door wide open behind her as she made her way out the building, disregarding the twenty-five minutes they still had left.

coincidentally, jadon had got there early due to a lack of traffic and a subconscious want to run into the girl that never seemed to want to talk to him. typical.

"amelia!" he waved her over when he saw her exit, just as he was about to cross over to head inside.

she looked at him for a split second before continuing on to her car, walking fast and with her head down.
he pulled a face, jogging over, "yo amelia. so how long did it take them? told you your car would be-"

he finally stopped talking, noticing her tear stained cheeks as she subtly struggled with the door handle due to him leaning on it.
his eyes widened, "shit sorry, i wasn't-"

"you're good," she got in once he had moved, starting the engine almost immediately.
he looked taken aback, still attempting to talk at her as her window was open, "have i done something? did they fuck with the car? or you? i'll call them now, they're- fucking hell!"

her hoodie fell lower down on her body as she was now sat; her neck on full display where multiple hand marks were. he was used to seeing her eye bruised but the pairing of these two things blew his oblivious act.

"amelia that's-" he was at a loss for words, "you've gotta-"
"i don't have to do anything. please move so i can leave."
"you're session shouldn't even be over yet, what-"
"jadon fucking move."
he sighed, stepping back onto the pavement.

he watched her hesitate before her tears started to fall again as she held her head in her hands. she wasn't even upset; just overwhelmed, stressed and embarrassed.

"shit," he was back awkwardly at her window, "why don't you talk things over with alyssa? i don't mind if you over run into my-"
"i'm sick of talking. i don't want her help. not right now."

"let's go for a walk then. you shouldn't drive like this, you won't concentrate."
she eyed him carefully, "no thank you."
he laughed, "wow, that's how it is yeah?"