CHAOS SERVED BURNING HOT.

AMARA’S POINT OF VIEW.

A FEW DAYS PRIOR…..

I stood in front of my mirror, dressed in the same pink dress Ace had fucked me in last night, my nerves thrumming in my veins, spiking my heart rate. I drew in a large exhale and tried not to cringe at the sight before me. I looked like my father’s perfect princess.

I hated it.

Being the daughter of a mistress was horrible. I was everything my stepmother hated, especially because my father actually still loves my mother, even after being married to her for the past thirty years. I didn’t miss her glares every time I walked past, or the way she tried to get my father to hate me, or throw me out of the house. I didn’t spend every day in this cold mansion because of her, preferring rather to stay with my mother in her small, crammed apartment fit for only one person.

I would take the roaches and bugs any day in comparison to the cold walls and cold sneers of my father’s wife and her thirteen-year-old son, who doted on his mother’s every word.