Amelia's POV
That jerk, whom I am just realizing I do not know his name left the room.
I sat back down on the bed. I feel stressed so early in the morning.
'Wait, was I a little too mean?' I could not help but think.
'I mean he did help me but that does not mean he had the right to bring me to his home,' I thought again and rolled my eyes at the thought.
'He was only trying to protect you. He is a gentleman,' another side of me said and I heaved a sigh of frustration.
What is this? Now, I feel bad. I agree that I was a little over the top.
'Should I apologize to him when I see him?'
My mind was still trying to figure out what to do when the door opened for the third time today.
'Who is it this time?!' I almost lashed out.
A middle-aged woman walked in.
She looked like a woman in her late forties. She wore a brown woven turtle neck top and a black skirt. She held a bowl in which its content, I knew nothing of.
She walked towards the window and my curiosity kicked in.
'Who is she? His mother? He lives with his parents?!' I shrieked
'Such a shame,' I thought with a smirk
'Amelia!' another side of me called out and I rolled my eyes at it.
A person can't gossip to herself in peace.
I know, it's somewhat strange but I feel like I am divided into two. My soul has two parts and the two of them just like to banter and argue with each other.
The woman walked to the curtains and pulled them aside. The rays of the sun flooded in immediately.
It was daytime already?! I had slept for that long in this foreign place?! How long have I been here?!
I panicked immediately. What if I have been on this bed for three days now?
Joanna would have been really worried about me.
"Good morning, ma'am. I am Mary, William's house help," the woman finally introduced herself with a bow.
'So, his name is William, not bad and she isn't his mother after all,' I thought.
'Well, I guess that's nice,' I thought again, trying to sound supportive.
The woman kept staring at me and that was when I realized I had not replied to her yet.
She must think I am a deaf and dumb person. That would feel so wrong, so I quickly replied from the bed.
"Good morning, it is nice meeting you. I am Amelia," I replied with a smile and I stood up from the bed.
I looked down at the floor first, so I won't trip and fall again. But really, who uses a bed this tall from the floor?
"William has asked me to prepare your bath. It will be done in a second," Mary said to me.
"No, no. I will do it myself," I said as I walked to where she was and stretched my hands out to collect the bowl from her.
I am not used to people doing things for me.
"I know but-,"Mary started and I quickly cut her off shortly.
"It's fine, really," I said again and she finally handed the bowl to me.
"Breakfast will be served downstairs," she said to me with a smile.
"Okay, I will be there shortly," I replied.
The least I could do was at least eat and truth be told, I am starving.
Mary walked out of the room and I headed towards the bathroom.
I opened the door to it and my eyes went wide. It was really big. It is a type of bathroom you would call a rich man's bathroom. It was cool.
It had two compartments. One part had a shower and it looked sparkly clean. The other part was bigger than the shower part because it had a bathtub in it.
In front of a mirror stuck to the wall were three basins with water taps. The middle one had brushes and toothpaste on it.
On the left side of the basins was a table stand, it has three drawers in it, counting from top to bottom.
I walked towards it and pulled the first draw open. Bathing soaps of a different kind.
I opened the next one, it had different showering perfume and deodorant in them. I sure was going to use some of these. I grinned at that.
I opened the last one and it contained cleaning products. I grumbled at that.
I wonder how many bathrooms are in this house. And they would all contain things like this!
I looked at the bowl I held. Seems Mary thought the materials might not be available right now because she got me some things that I have already seen in the drawers.
I shrugged at it and headed towards the shower with a bathing soap and a sponge.
I looked around and finally, I saw the switches just on the wall, on the shower side.
There were so many switches and I did not know which one to press.
My eyes later went to the one which had a diagram of water splashing down from a shower on it. All the switches had it.
I flipped it and the water poured down on me.
Hot water. Really hot water!
I flipped the switch back and that was when I noticed the tiny 'very hot' written just underneath the switch I had pressed.
'Wow, that's very normally written and easy to see,' I thought sarcastically and rolled my eyes.
I looked down at my clothes which were already soaked. Oh, great!
I grumbled as I walked out of the shower stand. I did not bother checking the other switch labelings because whether I liked the shower or not, I wasn't going to use it again.
I walked out of the shower with a frown and headed toward the bathtub.
Seems like that's what I would be using.
I undressed and prepare a bubble bath by myself. I just added all that Mary brought for me and the bubbles appeared.
I got into the bath tub and oh my God, it was awesome.
I relaxed in it and heaved a sigh of relief.
William's POV
I walked to my bedroom and had a quick bath. I had to leave for work and I also had to find a way to get Bob.
I walked downstairs after getting dressed and met Mary cooking breakfast.
"Breakfast would be served in a minute," she said
"No problem," I replied, taking my seat at the head seat of the dining room.
Mary came back a few minutes later and served my food.
"Thank you for the meal," I said with a smile and she smiled right back.
Mary has been working for me for quite a while now.
I don't trust people so well, so I stick with the people I already know and am already used to.
Mary cleans the house and cooks my meals. I don't eat at home sometimes though.
I ate my meal quickly and left the house. Scott picked me up outside and we left together.
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Amelia's POV I finished having my bath and walked out of the bathroom, humming a song I used to listen to when I was still working for Chris. I walked out in a bathrobe and that was when I realized I had no clothes. I went back to the bathroom to get my clothes and realized they were already soaked from that stupid shower. "Oh gosh!" I could not help but groan out loud. I walked back into the bedroom and walked towards the two wooden doors I saw earlier. I opened it and my head went blank. Empty. It was all empty. Not even a single gown was in it. I feel like that man did it on purpose. What am I going to wear? I walked to the bedroom door and opened it a little bit. Maybe I could get Mary to help me with it. I looked around and there was no sight of anyone. No sight of HIM. I walked slowly out of the bedroom with the white bathrobe hanging on my body and looked around as I walked. I got down the stairs and there she was. Mary moved around the room, towards a destination I
William's POV I worked for a long time at the company, and the door to my office opens every once in a while when my secretary has something to say to me or needs my consent. Before I knew it, it was time to go home. I stood up from the chair and stretched a bit before making my way out of my office. My secretary (female) stood up to greet me immediately and I just faced my front. Just like the typical CEO that I was. The people who works for me whose offices were in an open space really near my office all stood up to greet me as well and I nodded my head a bit. My assistant and driver, Scott (male) followed after me quickly as we made our way toward my private elevator. That's right, a private elevator. I went into it and he took the public one. When we got to the first floor after a minute or so, the workers on my path quickly cleared the way and bowed as they moved to the side while I just walked nonchalantly outside. The security and greeters in their white tops and bl
Amelia's POV "Run! Run! Run, Amelia! Go!", the memories were stuck in my brain as I pictured it in my head like it was just yesterday. I whimpered as I sat with my knees up against my chest in this dark infinity room. It had no walls. No affection, nothing! "Amelia!", a very concerned and demanding voice called. It kept disturbing me as I moved my head vigorously to get the sound out of my head. The call was killing me. It was disturbing my peace. Why can't 'they' just leave me alone?! Suddenly, my eyes opened and I stared at the yellow roof of my tent. It was a dream. It was all a dream. I sat up and cleaned the beads of sweat on my forehead with my hand. "Amelia!", the call came again and I recognized it instantly. Joanna. She is probably the one whose voice I had heard in my dream just now. I stood up, bending my back a little, so my head won't touch the roof of the tenth. I pulled at my zipper; opened the door of my tent and looked outside at the worried Joanna
Monday morning... Amelia's POV I woke up the next morning with a disturbing headache. I walked out of my tent after having water and cleaned the beads of sweat on my face. I did not have 'that' dream today but I wasn't feeling too well either. I know I need to jog. I wore the only black sneakers I have. That's exactly why I bought black, goes with everything (chuckles). I wore black sneakers and left my yesterday clothes on. I would have to change it today anyways, so why not sweat on it? I jogged for a while and was already panting hard. I need to do this more often but right now, I am really tired. Maybe another time. I walked back towards my tent but before I got there, "Amelia!", I heard someone call me and I turned to face the person with a quick frown on my face. I thought it would probably be Steve or the other one from that night but when I turned to look, the frown on my face quickly went as it came. I smiled. It was George. Among the few people who I relate to here
Amelia's POV I finished having my chocolate bars and rested for a while. I have to spend most of my cash, so I can get to that company George mentioned. I hope they would be able to help me. "Mom. Dad. Brother", I said out loud and tears formed in my eyes. I pulled my nose and fought the tears back. I have been fine all these years, I am fine now and I will always be fine. I stood up from my sleeping bag and took the last cash I had. If I would have to walk back home, I have to find this organization first and then think about finding a place to work later. I pray it's the right place. I hope they find the one person I have been looking for all these years. I made my way toward the tent zip and opened it. I walked outside and almost yelped when I hit something. I looked up and met a curious Joanna looking down at me. I straightened my back and closed the tent zip. "What are you doing here?", I asked her. "Where are you going to? In the afternoon, all dressed up?", she a
William's POV "Ignore her", I replied with a frown and continued walking. I could see Scott's surprised face but I do not care. She is not any of my business in any way. I looked back at her again and frowned. Why does she keep coming my way? I turned around abruptly and headed in that direction. "Sir!", Scott called out to me but I ignored him with a frown. It's not like I wish to do this as well, I just don't have a choice, or do I? I walked towards the small house that looked like a garage abruptly and I saw the huge man just entering it. He had not locked the door, probably to put her down and I went after them abruptly, Scott trailing after me. It turned out to not be a garage. It was just an empty almost dark room that was dusty. It looks like it hasn't been used for years. I saw him drop her down and turned around to look around the floor. He found some rope and was about to walk towards it and I cleared my throat. He turned to look at me and I smiled at him teasin
Amelia's POV I opened my eyes and the white ceiling welcomed me instead of the yellow one of my tent. I sat up immediately and my neck hurt. I think I had slept on it. I massaged my neck and furrowed my brow before my eyes went wide. This room... Why am I here?... How did I get here? I stood up quickly and went out of the room. I was rushing and I almost bumped into Mary who was walking down the hallway. I steadied myself immediately as I was about to hit the gold railings of the house. "Miss Amelia!", she called out immediately after she saw me with a smile on her face. "Hi Mary", I am surprised I still remember her name. I smiled back anyway. I saw her on Saturday and it's just Monday today and I am seeing her again? Seriously? "How have you been?", she asked, still retaining her smile. "Fine", I replied with a smile. "How am I here?", I quickly asked immediately after she finished nodding her head. "Oh, William brought you in. You were unconscious when he came in", she
Amelia's POV It had not been so long since I slept before I started hearing voices in my sleep. Seriously, who was disturbing my sleep? I almost cussed out. I tried to block out the voices but they didn't seem to be going away. Like that wasn't enough, I started hearing footsteps as well and I opened my eyes in anger. I looked around and realized where I was. I looked around in the direction of the footsteps and saw the back of a person. A male to be precise. And I know this much. That would be William, so I tried to call out to him. "Wi- William?", I stammered. I haven't gotten used to calling his name out loud, moreover to him. He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at me with a frown. "I see you are awake", he said, still frowning. I went silent for a while before I talked as calmly as I could. "I have to talk to you," I said and I could see that he was quite taken aback. He stared at me for a while before walking towards me. Now, I am surprised. I composed mys