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 other way.
She doesn't want someone who promises stars and the moon, she wants someone who promises to lay on the grass and watch them with her.
A man who is not shy to speak his mind, who doesn't apologize for his feelings or desires, a man who does have a witty sense of humour, who has integrity and character, well balanced, confident, courageous, detail-oriented, committed and faithful, he says what he means and he means what he says.
Is this too much to ask? After all this suffering she deserves this kind of man, doesn't she?
Snapping back from the moment, when the bus stopped near her house street, she stepped out of the bus and walked and walked.
Through the fall, the only problem at night was the blackness, some nights even the stars had been hidden behind a wall of foreboding cloud. It would be a cold moonless night. The sky was dark and low, the air so chilled that it hurt to breathe.
She has always loved the wind, for it comes to her so boldly, touches her skin. In coldness, it rouses her to wakefulness, an alertness that lets her savour the moments in dryness and rain just the same. In soft breezes, it is finer than silk, smoother than water.
She remembered what her mother wrote in her poetry...
'We are the fireworks in this velvet dark, the blaze that dares to light up the night.'
The door creaked open, Amelia's eyes searching for her father as she sneaked into her house, late at this hour of midnight.
When the path was clear and she heard the loud snoring of her father, she went further in. While she was in her tiptoes with stealthy footsteps, she took a quick look at her father who was sleeping on the kitchen floor.
Amelia went into her mother's room and locked the door from inside.
"Mother...mother..." she whispered in a shallow tone, trying to wake her mother up.
Her mother got startled and got up from sleep immediately, giving her a sign in fidgety.
"Relax, mother. It's me..." Amelia assured and calmed her.
The mother leaned back on the bed smelling something delicious.
"Oh, look I bring pasta for you.." she opened the Tupper ware and with a plastic fork, she made a bite for her to eat. Amelia fed her mother with her own hands.
"Is it delicious?" she asked, a ghost of a smile touched her lips.
Her mother nodded, then wrote something in the notebook to which Amelia gave a broad smile whispering, "Yes, mother. The performance was good. All of them applauded for me."
Her eyes of her mother twinkled pleasantly. She was proud of her daughter.
When Amelia was six years old, she told her mother that she wants to learn piano and her mother, with the help of the widow neighbour, who was sweet and helping towards them.. helped them.
She got Amelia's admission at a small piano school and this way Amelia learned the piano and she's been practising at Henry's cafe.. later when Henry offered her a job, she without any hesitation accepted.
Amelia was 21 now, she's been working with Henry when she was thirteen.
Her father had no idea about this job of hers. If he has, he will take all the money from her and spend it on the bottles of cheap whiskeys.
Amelia was lucky in a way that her father sometimes pass out in the evening and at night he never wakes up.. not even to pee.
The next morning, when he was having his drink, the door on the knock made him startled.
As he opened the door, a friend of his was smiling at him.
"Richard?" he asked astonished.
After both of them got seated, he asked him the reason for the visit.
"Why? Can't I visit my best friend?" Richard asked, his eyes searching for Amelia and she intentionally did not walk downstairs.
"Oh, yes, yes. You can." nodded the drunk man.
"By the way... I have an offer for you." Richard spoke in an amused tone.
Rowan knitted his brows in confusion, put his glass down on the table and asked, "What offer?"
"Some men.. wealthy.. want a girl.. so I was probably thinking about..." as Richard was saying all this, he gave a hint to Rowan in this way he got silent while Rowan completed the sentence by saying, "Amelia..."
For a second, there was silence.. none of them uttered a word, then after a slight pause Rowan spoke, "How much money?"
Amelia, from upstairs when overhearing the conversation going on down, and she heard that too.
Her eyes bulged out, she was in a trance, her body started shaking.
Her father wants to.... sell her?
Just like that? She is his daughter and for the small or some amount of money he's ready to sell her to other men?
Oh my God!
she put a hand on her mouth, not believing what she heard.
Another second and she ran at her mother and buried her head on her mother's lap.
"Mother..." she whimpered with heavy tears in her eyes.
"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.
With the help of the maids, the lady took her upstairs while she nearly fainted, her eyes closed, blood-forming from the right side of the head.As soon as she got laid on the bed, she noticed the drops of blood crawling down from her head to her face, moving further down to her neck."Call the doctor.." the lady said in a loud voice while the maid quickly ran downstairs.Amelia managed to lean back on the bed, after a small hiss, she said, "No, I'm alright. It's just the food, it makes me weak..""Foodie, eh? I get it but we need to call the doctor now. Please lay down." she pushed her gently to the bed.A few minutes later, a man, wearing a doctor's uniform and holding a medical bag, rushed in.'Where's the patient?" he asked staring at the lady who just rolled her eyes saying, "There. Can't you see, doctor?" while Amelia just let out a chuckle.The lady was nice also she was sarcastic.. but she seemed sweet. What bothered Amelia wa
Kristopher was glued in his place, he didn't know what to do.. or was he under the little girl's spell? Was she a magician?He always kept himself away from the girls and love, busy at work.. he was a grown-ass man.. or that was he thought.Now, this little girl appeared in front of him at least three times this day...And Helena told him the story of hers.. how can someone be so cruel, selling his daughter."I have a question for you.." the sweet voice of hers, bring him back to reality.He turned around, sighed and spoke in his majestic voice, "Let's kept it for tomorrow. Shall we? I have to get back to bed as it was a tiring day and I have work tomorrow.."She, confused for a second, then nodded and parted her lips to speak but noticed he was already out of the room...No goodnight? Such rude.Amelia had this habit of saying goodnight to her mother and then sleep.. today she felt something was missing... somethin