Two days passed by, Amelia was learning how to talk to her mother as she could not speak...Amelia gave her a notebook and a pen to write it down and in this way, she will read and understand what her mother is trying to say.
Amelia and her mother were staying in one room, with each other while the insane man was all the time, downstairs.
The daughter wasn't giving him any food to eat but she makes the breakfast, lunch, and dinner and took it upstairs for her mother and herself.
This time they compromised too. Kept their mouth shut. Only whispers of Amelia were heard in the room when she talked to her mother and in return Grace just write it down on a piece of paper.
Grace has her daughter by her side and she felt powerful. Amelia was her pride, the apple of her eye. All of her life, she had one thing... one thing to make her miserable life livable.
When she was coming back from the kitchen, her father interrupted her by saying, "Clean the house. Richard is coming." that was more of an order.
Amelia rolled her eyes and went straight to the room where her mother was sitting by the window. When Grace noticed the presence of her daughter as she slammed the door behind her, she immediately wrote on a paper, "What happened?" Amelia read it out loud, then after a pause, she replied, "Richard is coming. He's asking me to clean the house. Why would I? And why is this lascivious man coming here? You know how much I hate him... He stares at me with those lustful eyes. I hate it, mother. I hate him!" there was a sudden rage in her voice, the hatred.. her mother could sense and feel it.
Then, Grace wrote something on the paper which gradually calmed Amelia.
Amelia cleaned the whole house..from dusting to sweeping..from dishes to laundry.. within an hour the messy house was shining crystal clear.
She then changed into a knee-length frock in bright yellow colour, did her hair in a ponytail and walked downstairs until the knock on the door took her attention.
She walked towards the door and opened it, welcomed the man.. with a subtle around his chin, dressed in check shirt and straight pants. From the appearance, he looked like a middle-class person with a nice job and a happy family. But there was something in his eyes... Amelia could feel it.. the lust or you can say the urge to see her skin.. bare skin.
"Uncle Richard, welcome... please sit, the father is just coming." the moment she said those words, she heard a loud and deep voice, "Go bring something for him, you foolish girl."
She then bowed her head down and quickly ran towards the kitchen.
"Was that Amelia?" asked Richard with a sudden spark in his eyes.
"Yes.. the girl is getting on my nerves as she is growing up." Rowan nodded, his voice in despair.
"So, what do you think of her now? What will you do to her?" Richard asked, his eyes fixed at the kitchen while Amelia gave a displeased look to him.
"I don't understand... maybe give her to a rich man," Rowan replied scratching his forehead while Richard's ears stood up like a wolf, hearing the father's plans for his beautiful daughter.
If he could have a chance, he would make her his mistress forever. But his wife was one wicked woman. He cannot let her know what's on his mind if she knew she would kill him.
After a few minutes of talking, Amelia brings the tea with some snacks and when placing it on the table, Richard was staring towards her chest, admiring her exposed cleavage.
Amelia, when noticed, quickly put a hand at her chest and stared at him with those bloodshot eyes.
Richard cleared his throat and adjusted himself, the environment was just getting hot for him.
Amelia turned to leave cursing her moron father.. that he was that naive to not notice his friend staring at her with such amorous intentions.
Walking up to her mother, she was pacing back and forth in such aggression.
"Mother, that man is unbelievable!" she let out her anger by telling this to her mother.
When her mother made an innocent 'what happened' face, she walked to her and hugged her.
"Mother, this world is cruel. And I'm afraid." she put her head on her mother's lap while the unspeakable mother caressed her hair.
She then wrote something on a paper and hand it over to Amelia, when she read it, she let out a chuckle and it made her mother smile.
''Mother you are insane." she said laughing, sighed and continued, "Yes mother, I am your Bambi and I always will be."
She held her mother's hand, kissed it gently and added, "Forgive me for not saving you from father's wrath. This is because of me." Grace shook her head and took out a bundle of money from underneath her bra and handed it to Amelia.
She quickly took it and put it in the same place her mother had taken out, then adjusted her dress.
Two hours passed by, Amelia was having anxiety... Richard was still there, talking to her father and by now his father would be passed out on the floor.. or not.
It was seven in the evening when she finally heard the goodbyes from the men downstairs. She heaved in a sigh and came back inside to tell her mother.
"Mother, he's gone..." she whispered in a low voice but when walked closer and saw her mother was asleep.
Amelia tucked her mother in the bed and kissed her forehead.
"I promise you mother..one day these days will be over," she whispered to her but more like it, she was assuring herself.
Later that night, probably at eight... when her father was in a deep sleep, snoring on the floor of the kitchen, Amelia grabbed her bag and quietly sneaked out of the house.
"Amelia.. you are here.." a girl, pretty blonde said in an over-excited tone."I had to..tell me what is the news?" Amelia hugged her best friend, Mia and asked about the current situation.Standing in a small cafe... more like a bar.. far away from Amelia's home.. the girls were chatting."Henry was asking for you... your turn is today." Mia, the blonde girl replied to her, taking her handbag from her."Okay.." Amelia adjusted herself and went to the manager's room and after a few minutes, she came out with a nervous face."What? You can do it, Elia. I can say with confidence that you will do great. Just breathe and show your magic." the best friend boosted up her faith and assured her.For a second, Amelia just closed her eyes and recalled all the bad days..of how much of her mother and she suffered because of her father.Her mother became tongue less because of that man. Now she has to do something for herself and her mother. Even
After an hour of travelling on a local bus, Amelia finally reached home.All the way going back, she was thinking about her life.. her incomplete and miserable life. Every night she prays to God, that some miracle happens and she will get rid of this melancholic and sorrowful life.Amelia was completely heartbroken and a lost soul. By a miracle, she doesn't mean a man will come and take away all the pain from her life but she and her mother will live a happy life without her father.Amelia dreamt of a man, mature and handsome.. intelligent enough to handle her. But she cannot leave her mother like this.Her ideal definition of a man was; someone who won't care that she's incapable of sitting still at home or not educated, someone who realizes that half of the decisions she makes are usually the ones she regrets, and she has the right to overreact at any given moment. She wants someone who knows how completely insane she is and he wouldn't want her any oth
"He's going to sell me to someone.." she sobbed in her mother's bosom while she caressed her only daughter's hair.Her heard broke into several pieces, thinking of nothing but getting sold."I've heard it, mother. Richard is brainwashing him. They were talking about some rich men." Amelia added whining and sniffling.Hearing this, Grace was fuming with anger. She stood up and walked out of the room.Confused Amelia, followed her mother, wiping her tears off.As Grace stepped out the stairs, she saw both of the men chatting in a cheerful tone.Richard noticed the presence of his best friend's wife, he stood up and spoke in an amused tone, "Hi, Grace. It's too good to see you.."Without seeing him, she just strode towards her husband, grabbed him from the collar and slapped his face hard.As the man was drunk, he quickly fell, on his wife's foot while she kicked him in the ribs."What the hell..." Richard said in bewilderm
Looking back, she saw her father was not on the sofa chair.Now, where did this man, go? He was here a second ago when he asked her to open the door for the people."Won't you let us in, beautiful?" one of the men, in his deep yet low voice, spoke with a grin on his face."Excuse me, but who are you? Uncle Richard..." she asked the man, then turned her face at Richard and asked."Let us in. They are friends of your father.." Richard reacted smartly if he tells her right now about the man, would she let them in?It was not a smart move, let the father tell his daughter that she's gone.In a second, Amelia moved towards the side, making space for the men to come in."Why, thank you.." both of the men spoke in an impressing tone.Passing by her, she heard them whispering, "She's obedient, enough. Isn't she?"Amelia knitted her brows in confusion, unable to understand what's in their mind."Rowan?" Richard called out
Why did he give her the sedative? And what for? Did he already know that she was going with the men?She left without even goodbye.. there's no way back now. Is it?Sitting in the back seat of a luxurious Mercedes Benz, she was thinking about her mother.. her father.. about her life.She was on the back seat with Richard, far away, touched to the door and looking out of the window.Amelia lived in a small town where there were no big buildings, or luxurious cars or people wearing a tux.Just at the bar, she saw a few men wearing a proper suit, looking complete gentleman otherwise, there were only normal kinds of people.As the road passed by and they were going towards the city, she admired the view lifting her head out of the window, what she saw, took her breath away.Lights glittered everywhere just like stars dropping to the earth, huge and small buildings collided in a mixture of shadow and geometry. A breathtaking, marvellous, a
"Who is that person?" she, with a sudden spark of hope in her eyes, asked the girls."Oh, she's just messing with you. There's no one.." the girl, who looked clever from the face, said to Amelia, then showed eyes to the rest of them."Once you are here, you remain here. Always. No family or lovers then." she added in such a confident tone that it broke the heart of Amelia.The tiny drops of tears released from the corners of her eyes, as if she had been lonely in this entire world.Sudden clinging pain on the left side of her chest, her heart was unbearable.. like someone had stabbed her in the organ.Amelia clenched and unclenched her fists, walking away from the girls.. towards the bed.She heard the low whisper gossips of the girls, looking at her and talking..."There's no way in hell I'm wearing these cheap clothes," she said to herself, loud enough to hear by everybody."Oh, yeah? You won't?" she heard a deep and heavy vo
"Sir, please don't waste your precious time on this nonsense. I can handle this, trust me." Richard, in a polite tone, spoke to the tall man while he just fetched the cigarette from his pocket, lighted up and took a puff of it."Leave this girl, will you?" he pointed the finger at her, the smoke releasing from his mouth."And you... go back to your home. Run." he turned his face towards her, said with authority in his voice and she nodded happily.Richard left while the man stepped out of the bar, Amelia walking beside him.Although he was a complete stranger she was so much thankful for what he had done for her.Of course, both of them were going separately, he on his Bentley, on the backside, sit like a boss.No doubt, he was handsome.. his perfectly perfect hazel eyes and tan complexion, hair slicked back completely.. he was a gorgeous man.He had sweet pink lips and a subtle around his chin, making him look breathtaking.. and with
Amelia opened her eyes just to see she was in the bed.. in someone's bed?Quickly she sat down and saw she was fully dressed not in her clothes but a navy blue velvet night suit, heaved in sigh she looked around to notice this was new to her.. the room.The bedroom was furnished on a meagre budget but it was full of more warmth than Amelia had seen in many years. On the back wall was a mural, a tree with every colour of fall leaf imaginable and a few more besides. One the crude pine bed was a hand-embroidered orange cover. From every wall smiled black and white photographs of art and history.The colours are nothing else, strong, vibrant. But where was she? Maybe at Richard or Van Dough's home?It was not a house but seems a villa or a mansion...The door on the knock interrupted her thoughts, as she turned around and saw an old female.. more like her grandmother..stepped in with a tray of food in her hand."Hello, hope you had a good sleep.