CHAPTER TWO

Reborn At Eighteen

 

A smile appeared on her face as she waited for the pain.

 

THUD!

 

As her body collided with the ground, Amira suddenly gasped and woke up from the bed.

 

She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and stared at her hands in disbelief.

 

She clearly died from the fall and could still feel some lingering pain in her bones. How could she be completely fine now?.

 

Wait a minute.

 

She looked around and found that the room looked familiar. The old bookshelf, the broken window, the old bedbug-infested bed—this was her home in the small village where she lived with her grandpa.

 

She quickly ran out of the room, not caring if she was dreaming or not. She went to the sitting room, but her grandpa wasn't there.

 

“Amira, you finally woke up.” Sima said while smiling at her sweetly.

 

Amira found the smile really creepy, as this aunt never liked her, nor does she care if she dies from starvation.

 

She ignores her aunt and walks up to the calendar on the wall.

 

“Umm, Aunt Sima, what is today's date?” She asked.

 

“What! Has your grandpa's death made you lose your mind?” It's just three days after your grandpa's death,” she asked with a sarcastic tone.

 

Three days after grandpa's death? 

 

How is this possible?

 

Grandpa died in 2015, when I was just eighteen years old. 

 

This means I came seven years ago, in 2022.

 

God must have seen all my suffering and given me another chance to live my best life.

 

“What is wrong with her?” Edward asked his wife as soon as he saw Amira's weird behavior.

 

“I don't know; she is acting weird,” she replied without bothering to raise her head.

 

Their discussion brought Amira back from her thoughts.

 

“Mom, she is leaving tomorrow, right?” Lisa asked.

 

"Yes, sweetie, her father is coming to take her back to the city, Sima replied to her daughter.

 

“I want her room, dad,” Lisa said while looking at her dad.

 

“In your dreams,” Amira replied before her uncle.

 

“What do you mean by that? Your grandpa died, and you are going back to the city to live with your family. Do you expect us to continue paying rent for our little apartment and leave this house empty?” Sima said it angrily while glaring at Amira.

 

“Someone that hears you now will think you actually killed your father-in-law,” Amira sneered.

 

“What has gotten into you? Is that how you talk to your elders?” Edward asked with anger evident in his tone.

 

“I was just stating my observations and nothing more,” she replied without even raising her head.

 

She turns and heads back to her room. The couple share a puzzled look.

 

“Did you notice the coldness in her eyes?”

She used to be so easy to manipulate and gullible, but now she seems like a totally different person,” Sima said with a puzzled expression.

 

“She is leaving tomorrow, and that is all that matters,” Edward said without much expression on his face.

 

The next morning, as early as 7 a.m., Amira was awakened by the sounds of knocking on her room door.

 

“What took you so long to open the door?” Sima asked angrily as soon as the door was opened.

 

“I don't remember asking you to wake me,” Amira replied impatiently.

 

“Am I not doing this for your own good? I know you don't have any presentable clothes, so I brought one of Lisa's gowns for you to wear, and you are being  ungrateful." Sima said as she threw the dress at her angrily and walked away.

 

Two hours later, Amira walked down the stairs with a little suitcase. She takes her grandpa's photo frame from the sitting room cabinet and walks out the door.

 

“Please drive carefully; our Mira gets scared easily,” Sima said while sharing a few crocodile tears.

 

“I will miss my sister so much,” Lisa said, joining her mother's drama.

 

“Don't you feel ashamed of yourself; even a blind man can tell that you are pretending,” Amira said with a sneer and got into the car.

 

As soon as the car left her grandpa's compound, she could feel the driver's eyes on her, but she acted like she didn't notice.

 

She remembers him very well. He was the same driver who also came to pick her up in her previous life. One of her stepmother's loyal servants.

 

The driver suddenly changes routes and takes a lonely and secluded road. In her previous life, this was the same road where she was kidnapped and almost raped.

 

The driver slowed down and continually checked his phone as if he were waiting for a signal.

 

“What…what are you doing, Miss?” the driver asked in fear as Amira suddenly placed a fruit knife on his neck.

 

“Start talking!” Amira ordered while pressing the knife on his neck, which caused him to start bleeding.

 

“I don't understand what you mean,” the driver replied with fear in his eyes.

 

“I can kill you right now, and no one will suspect a thing. So you better start talking, "she threatened.

 

“It was madam who asked me to take you here and wait for a signal from the people she hired. I don't know anything else,” he said with a fearful and pleading voice.

 

“It seems like my stepmother never intended to welcome me." She chuckled.

 

“I can turn the car around and take you home. Please just put the knife down,” the driver pleaded.

 

“There is no guarantee that you won't report to my stepmother if I let you go, so...” She immediately slits throat and watched coldly until he took his last breath.

 

She gets out of the car and takes her suitcase from the booth. She started walking back to the original road. 

 

Suddenly, several sounds of gunshots rang out on the quiet road. Amira follows the sound to see what is going on. She is shocked when she sees several armed men continually shooting at a car with tinted windows. They seem to be more focused on the driver's side. They stopped when they were sure that the victim wouldn't survive.

 

As soon as they left, she walked up to the car, a Mercedes-BBenz C300. She finds a stone to break the driver's side window. The driver, with more than ten bullet holes in his body, came into view. He was clearly dead already, as no one can survive after being shot several times, with some of the bullets hitting some vital parts.

 

While still observing the driver's condition, she suddenly felt chills run down her spine, and she raised her head to look at the back seat, only to meet a pair of cold blue eyes staring at her wearily.