AMELIA. Goddamn it. Stop ogling his lips. Just when I’m about to pull away from him, an annoying voice filters in our direction.“If it isn’t Amelia.” I push Dylan away as Valerie and her minions and a few others from their exclusive club saunter by us. Damn it. Damn it. The last thing I want is to be seen in Dylan’s company by this band of thieves. They’ll never let me live it down and will make a whole big case about how he’s out of my league and blah, blah, blah. “Val,” Dylan greets her with ease. But at least he’s not trying to touch me. She raises her brows at me. “You aim big.” “Don’t you have some people to torture or make their lives miserable?” She smiles. “Maybe.” “Yours included, Amelia,” One of her minions screeches. “Go take a hike, Bee.” “It’s Bree!” Valerie inches toward me and whispers so only I can hear her, “Careful what you get yourself into. You never know what happens in dark corners.” My breath hitches as she saunters away, followed by her clique. Oh m
DYLAN.Coming to The Grill used to be normal. In here, I’m the center of attention and I also enjoy the mindlessness of it. The feelings that reach me from everyone around me are a much-needed distraction from my ominous ones. Coming from my background and being my grandparents’ favorite charity case has forced me to turn off my ability to feel. Or rather, to stop relating to others and only watch them from a clinical view. When I’m with my group of friends, I can decompress by observing them and letting their emotions wash over me. Like Damon, for instance. He’s loud, crude, and only thinks about getting his dick wet and being drafted into the NFL. He’s currently telling the girls his famous story of when he killed a bear with his dad. And while I’d usually relisten to his ego-retelling and even encourage him to go on, I’m in no mood for anything. Correction. I’m in the mood for kidnapping Amelia and chasing her. Or fucking her against the hood of her car—or mine. But that’s not
DYLAN. My teammate licks his lips. “She reminds me of those thick porn actresses. Do you think she makes those erotic-asfuck noises like them?” In my mind, I’m jumping across the table, grabbing him by the neck, then bashing his head against the floor. I really wasn't okay with hearing him speak that way about Amelia. But I had to keep my cool. Once, twice, until blood oozes from a crack in his forehead. Then I go on until he loses some of his teeth and starts wailing like a fucking bitch. In reality, I remain still. I don’t even reach for my drink. Any change in my body language will betray my thoughts. I’ve learned not only to conceal my emotions but also to never allow anyone to read them. Thinking about inflicting violence, imagining the whole scene and its repercussions, is what helps me to cope. Not now, though. His words still ring in my head. The fact that he’s picturing Amelia in a porn scenario and fucking stereotyping about it burns hot in my veins. I need payback be
AMELIA. “Mum, it's fine. You can leave, I'm not a kid anymore.” I told my mum for the upteenth time. She's always like this anytime she's leaving the house, especially when dad is not around. “I worry, you've been kind of withdrawn lately and I don't know what's wrong.” She said, touching my cheeks and my heart starts beating fast. Does she know about the choking sound I make each night? Does she know about the nightmares I have? That would bother her more, or did she know about Dylan?“Mum, I'm fine. It's just school stress really, I promise.” I told her and she looks at me for a while. “You do know that you can tell me anything right?” She asked me and I nodded. “Of course mum, I know. You'll be late for the show, come on.” I told her and hugged her. “You're my priority, I don't care about anything else, you're all I care about you know. So if you're not okay, I can ditch the show.” She told me, patting my hair from behind. “Mum, I promise you, I'm fine. Okay?” I told her an
AMELIA. Dylan. The one who’s currently cutting off my air supply while looming from behind me is none other than Dylan. I’d intended to kick and claw, to yell at him so he’d let go, but not only is he confiscating most of my oxygen by grabbing my throat, he’s also yanked both of my wrists behind my back and imprisoned them. My phone has clattered to the ground and the flashlight outlines dark shadows. Mine and his. We’re gigantic on the wall across from us, like some beasts coming out at night to let their instincts loose. If it were anyone else, they would’ve panicked at being immobilized in the dark by someone who might as well be a stranger. And while that feeling bleeds into my bloodstream, it’s not the only one. It’s not even the prominent one. The temptation I’ve been escaping my entire life burns inside me, resurrecting and rising from the ashes like a phoenix. “Dy…lan…” I manage through the small air opening he’s allowing me. And I know he is allowing it, because
AMELIA. “Let me go, you fucking asshole.” I don’t recognize my deep voice and the throatiness of it. I sound like I’m really in danger. And maybe I am. The only problem is that I want it. Deep in the darkness of my chest, I fucking need it. Slap! I gasp as the sting registers on my face. He just…slapped me and…I’m wet. Holy fuck. I’m really insane. “Run your mouth again and I’ll fuck you raw in the ass.” He grabs my chin with his calloused fingers and shakes me, and I swear I’m dripping into my shorts. I stop fighting for a second and he uses the time to release my wrists, grab my hair, and ram me against the stairs. I yelp and my hands shoot for him in a mad act of defense, but it’s too late. He’s already ripping at my shorts. I kick my legs in the air, fighting with everything I have. I fight like I’ve never fought before until I actually believe that I want out of this, that this isn’t something I already agreed to by not saying that damn word. Even in my madness, my strengt
AMELIA. The past few weeks has been filled with different things. I've been trying my best to keep up with the way things has been going between Dylan and I, it was lovely, the chase, the thrill. Everything gave me a new found high, but at the same time, it was stressful. Stressful in the sense that, I was scared. Scared that something bad would happen that would make Dylan betray me again, I just wanted things to continue the way they were going. In a very sweet and simple way. But I knew this universe was more fucked up than that, the universe needed to feed off our sadness. It wasn't possible for a situation to continue being the same. We just finished taking Econ class and Ava was seeing the teacher, I told her to meet me at the cafeteria when she was done. But I wanted to make one stop at the restroom first. Dylan wasn't in class today and that made me uncomfortable. On my way to the restroom I pulled out my phone, and texted him quickly. Amelia: Hey, are you okay? I aske
AMELIA. Alura. The witch. She possessed Valerie's body. The realisation hit me hard and I knew that whatever would happen in this place would be worse ten fold. She has started fulfilling her promises. I knew that something was wrong when I didn't get choked overnight today. I shuddered, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I was scared. Like I was terrified to my bones this time around. Alura was using Valerie's body to hurt me. Fuck. Then I felt another slap across my cheeks. “You think you can talk back at me?” She asked and gave me another slap. She kept slapping me and my head kept going sideways, I heard the laughter of the two girls holding me. Valerie stepped back and the girls holding me hit my head on the counter of the restroom, I groaned in pain. This shit hurt. I knew I was bleeding already, there wasn't anything that could stop that. The both of them dropped me to the ground, I really didn't have the strength to stand up on my feet again, then I started feeli
AMELIA. “Alura.” Was my simple reply and Bonnie’s eyes had a change in them. It wasn't something that you would notice if you weren't observative, but thankfully, I was observant. So I noticed. There was a very uncomfortable silence on the dinning table and I couldn't help but feel bad, because the dinner wasn't supposed to go awakerd or weird at best, it was supposed to go well and it didn't. The demeanour of Bonnie right now wasn't good and I hoped to God that she won't send me out of her house. I wouldn't blame her if she decided to, but let's hope she didn't. I looked at Ava and she was looking at her mother intently, she was probably trying to figure out what the enmity root between Alura and Bonnie was, I would also love to know that too. After a while of painful silence, Bonnie finally spoke up and I couldn't wait to hear what she had to say. “Did Ava tell you that I wasn't concerned with the witch world anymore?” She asked firstly and my hopes started going down, the li
AVA. We were finally here. At my house to get my mother's help with the witch problem that Amelia was battling with. My aunty already said she was going to help but I knew that if my mum was in the mix, we would find a solution faster and then we can deal with Alura. My mum seemed to have a problem with Alura and I was in the dark about the whole story. When my grandmother was still alive she used to tell me not say anything about Alura or witch business when my mum was around, because my grandmother knew very well that I was always curious when it came to witch business. It fascinated me. The way we could control some certain things with just our hands, minds, and eyes. It gave me this euphoria, but I wasn't even allowed to lean or practice witchcraft which made me sad, but all the same, j was happy with my life. Right now, we were having dinner with my mum. She finished cooking with our help and we were chatting over dinner, and my mum was telling Amelia the embarrassing thin
AMELIA. We were finally here. The nervousness that reduced while we were in the car, came back right on. Ava's house was so beautiful, and it felt homey. Somewhere I would consider a home. “Now, just be yourself, and she will love you,” Ava told me at the door and I nodded. Then she pulled the big door to the back, the door was big and heavy, but she managed to do it and I entered. The house was looking all beautiful, and the art and everything complemented the house. “It's a beautiful house you have here.” I told her and she nodded with a smile. “Thanks, girl. It's all my mum.” She said and I nodded. “It's beautiful.” I whispered. “Now, let's go up to my room and I can change from this dress and we could find something for you too. So you can shower and feel fresh.” She said and I smiled. “You don't have to do that you know, that's like another st…..”“Don't you dare finish that statement Amelia. I'm your friend, all these things are not al between friends okay? So let's go
AMELIA. After school, I called my mum to inform her of the changes regarding our dinner plans with dad and she was totally fine with it. For her, she wanted me to make more friends, go out of my shell a lot more and she likes that I have Ava with me, it makes her happy which also makes me very happy. So, we were on our way to Ava’s house right now and I'm not gonna lie, I was nervous and anxious. I had never met her mum previously and I was making a request from her the first time I meet her. I didn't know how it would portray me and all that, I just hoped that she wasn't a complicated person. “I can see the worry on your face.” Ava said and I chuckled nervously. “What do you expect? I'm very worried and nervous, this is a very delicate matter to your mother and I'm scared that everything might go left quickly.” I laid out my complains to her and she nodded in understanding. At least she understood where I was coming from. “Well, I'm also very worried, you know, I'm just trying
AMELIA. “So, why exactly are you worried?” Ava's voice sounded from my side and I sighed. “You're aware of the whole Alura thing, no?” I asked her. “Yes, I am. And How's that stopping you from enjoying your time with your man?” She asked me and I sighed. “When the truth comes out, he might hate me. That's why I'm trying to spend as much time as possible with him, so I won't regret it in the future.” I told her and she just scoffed. “Girl, it's simple. If he leaves you after the truth about Alura comes out, then he's not for you, this whole Alura thing will be a huge test for your relationship with him.” She told me and nodded. The thought of him not being fir me, according to Ava, scared the hell out of me. I personally would understand if he decides to ditch me after he found out about the Alura thing, but from Ava’s perspective, it was another thing. I understood her, but I would also understand Dylan if he leaves me. I've been bothered about the whole thing more after the c
AMELIA. The wave of pleasure subdued finally, Dylan took me to his room and fucked me again, like he was a starved man, and I liked every second of it. After we had sex, he cleaned me up so gently and right now I was in his arms. We were both in a very comfortable silence, which I liked. This was something that I couldn't find anywhere. I mean not everywhere. Dylan was the type of person that we could be in the same space and be quiet, without feeling the need to talk about anything, because that was how he was, he just had the trait. The same thing with Ava, which was why I cherished my friendship with her. I'm not happy with the universe on a lot of things but I'm happy that it brought Ava my way, because I really didn't know how I would have survived without her for the last few months. “What are you thinking about?” Dylan asked me and I sighed. “Nothing much, just how thankful I am that the universe sent Ava to me.” I told him and he scoffed. “You're thinking about Ava aft
AMELIA. I wasn't sure what was happening, maybe I was dreaming because I felt pleasure building up in the lower parts of my stomach and I wanted to scream out, I was so wet and It felt so good. I started getting fucked so brutally that I opened my eyes and screamed, “Fuckkkkk.” I screamed and I tried to be aware of my environment. The pleasure was clouding my vision. Then I finally registered my environment, I was still on the floor in Dylan's house and I was staring right into his eyes as he rammed into me. “Dylan….” I moaned as he continued staring into my eyes as he did all this evil things to me. It felt so fucking good. Oh lord. I thought, I didn't realise that I said it out. “Your lord isn't the one fucking you right now, it's me.” He groaned as he continued fucking me. He pulled me forward and I fell into his face, he put one of my tits in his mouth as he drove me crazy with the administrations he was giving from his mouth. I could not even ask the question of how we g
DYLAN. My eyes opened and I could immediately tell that something was wrong. Not in a bad way, I felt the presence that I had missed so much was on top of me. Amelia, without thinking, I inhaled her hair, once, twice, like a man starved of air. I missed her so fucking much and I pulled her closer to me, my hands were on her ass comfortably and I smirked, she was sleeping soundly and I didn't want to disturb her, her body melted into mine in all the right ways and I couldn't help but feel hot. My hand dug into her ass and I felt myself hard, fuck. I knew there was something I was feeling that I couldn't place my hands on. Damn it, I was so fucking hard that it hurts. This woman was doing a lot to me, my body even recognised hers while I was passed out as fuck, because tell me why I wake up from a drunk black out and I'm hard?I didn't want to wake her, she didn't know all the things she was doing to me. I could feel the softness of her large breasts on my chest and it only made it
AMELIA.I've been at the door for over one hour now, Ava was sitting on the floor beside me. She got tired at one point. I didn't know what I would do if she wasn't here with me, she was my emotional support. I knew he was inside, the car he brought to school was outside and I was just pretty sure that he was inside. I was emotionally drained, I have cried, I have tried to be strong, but I was tired of everything. I also decided to sit down on the floor with Ava, I sighed. “Maybe he actually doesn't want to talk to me.” I said. “Maybe we are just wasting our time and he's not inside.” Ava sighed. I could tell that she was discouraged. “Maybe.” I said and we both fell into a very comfortable silence. Maybe I should just give up and then go back to my house, I knew I fucked up. I wanted to talk to him so bad and actually apologise to him, I wanted him to be in my arms again, I've missed him so much, within that short period of time. “Wait, hold on.” Ava said and stood up, I looke