Promise of a Lifetime (Bastille) DISCONTINUED

Bad News Like A Sucker Punch

I skip greetings and head straight to my room and close the door behind me, silently resting my head against it in frustration regarding the situation. Who am I supposed to believe? The lying, cheating ex who came back from the dead, or my loving boyfriend with the troubled past. The answer seems obvious, but ever since Angela planted that doubt in my head, I'm currently torn. Torn about what to do, torn about who to believe and torn with myself.

I understand the difficulties Dan went through, but to even to think that he had killed someone before 'Alan' concerns me. It makes him twice the murderer I thought he was and to worsen the situation, he lied to me. What Angela didn't understand is that he's a better man now, defeated his demons and broke through from his haunting past.

And what's worse; her poor brother Kyle. What did he do to deserve to hear the death of his sister, then to come back sporadically and physically attack his best friend.

To conclude: Angela is a bitch.

The shuffle of footsteps glide across the carpet until they stop outside the door.

"Amelia? Are you okay? You kinda just came in and went straight to the bedroom. Is everything alright?" His benevolent voice softly mutters through the door. I panic, having no idea what to do or say. Instincts kick in and I lean away from the door to allow him in, which he does. I don't want to crumble in front of him and instantly break down into tears, but as soon as I see the concerning expression on his face I immediately surrender.

"Dan. I want you to be really truthful with me. And I want you to give me simple answers, okay?"

He furrows his brows, but complies.

"Do you still lo-...have feelings for Angela?"

"What?! No? Why the fuck would you think that? She bloody attacked me!" He argues. I take his answer as an honest answer and continue, calming him down in the process.

"Okay, okay I believe you. It's just the way you talk about her...I don't know, I'm just being paranoid."

He approaches me, arms out wide and welcoming that I surrender myself to him, sinking into the homeliness of his arms.

"You have no reason to be. Amelia, I love no other person other than you. You stood by my side through the hard times, and no matter how paranoid or worried you get, I will always love you. Okay? I want you to remember that. No if's, and's or but's."

I nod and bury myself deep within his chest. But then I remember, I still need to ask him something.

"There's something else I want to ask you."

"Shoot." His playful expression feeds guilt, and already the words are falling out of my head.

"Remember all those years ago when we first met, and you explained to me everything about Angela and what happened?" He nods, clearly remembering. "Did you ever...miss anything out?"

"What do you mean?"

I sigh, and rephrase. God help me. "I mean...did you deliberately not tell me something?"

He suspiciously squints his eyes at me, those cerulean blue eyes glaring at me through the slits of his eyes. Eyebrows furrowed, I can tell he's getting frustrated.

"Where is all this coming from?"

"Just answer the question." I blurt out. He lets go of me and creates a tense distance between us.

"No, I didn't." He sneers.

"Then how come Angela-"

"Angela? Have you been talking to her? Have you?! Answer me Amelia." He grits. He's clearly not happy. His overbearing sense of betrayal fills me up with guilt, albeit I've done nothing wrong. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe I should've just left it alone.