Chapter 7

Amelia's Perspective, Two Years Later:

"Wake up, kid. Time to get ready," my uncle's voice blasted through my door.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips before I dragged myself out of bed.

Rubbing one eye with annoyance, I inspected my transformed self with a critical eye.

No more fat; now I was built, boasting a perfectly rounded ass and flawless boobs.

Chubby cheeks, fat laps, and pudgy hands were all history.

I even went wild with blonde hair and adorned myself with tattoos on my hands and neck, embracing the badass vibe.

Did I love my new body? Hell yes.

Living with my uncle was a brutal boot camp – non-stop workouts, minimal food, and a crash course in boxing.

He moulded me into a version of myself I never knew existed.

Pissed off, my dad insisted I return to university. Almost 20 and two years of homeschooling later, I was going back to that dumb town.

As I prepared, a flicker of hope lingered deep down – praying I wouldn't cross paths with any of those boys.

Call me heartless, but a part of me wished at least one of them had met their demise.

Still a sweet girl, but only if you're nice; I don't cause trouble unless you talk to me rudely.

On a regular day, I mind my business and keep to myself.

Shaking my head, I walked to the bathroom for a shower.

A sigh escaped as cold water ran down my body.

I remember when Dad kicked out Frank and Toney. They won't see me for a while.

Time to go.

After bathing, I saw the scar on my back - a reminder of trying to escape my uncle's men.

Drying off, I grabbed black clothes - crop, pants, heels, and a biker jacket.

"Kid, let's go!" my impatient uncle yelled.

Grabbing my bag and phone, I left the room, never to return.

"Fucking finally! What took you so long?" Uncle Philip grumbled.

"Not even a hug?" I asked with a smirk.

He rolled his eyes, gave me a ticket, and pushed me out.

"Never show weakness, Lia. Observe, then strike," he mumbled as I walked away.

"Got it, old man." I entered the car.

The drive to the airport was quiet; I kept looking out the window, feeling apprehensive about returning to that town and the memories I had tried so hard to forget. My brother informed me that none of them had moved, still maintaining their close-knit friendship.

Taking a deep breath, I retrieved my headphones from my bag and placed them on my ears.

My uncle had advised me to control my fear, but I, a young girl who loved having friends, struggled with the conflicting desire to connect with people and the fear of exposing my vulnerabilities.

"We are here!" my uncle's bodyguard mumbled as I nodded, opening the car door and hopping out

"Until next time, buddy," I said with a smile, receiving a headshake from him.

Walking towards the plane, I handed my ticket to the lady and joined everyone inside.

Finding my seat, I took off my bag and settled in, staring out the window.

"Why do I have to go back?" I questioned myself, realizing I was now 20 and capable of making my own decisions.

Yet, I couldn't bring myself to tell my father I didn't want to return, perhaps because I missed them.

As the pilot announced the plane was ready to take off, I closed my eyes, increasing the volume in preparation for a little nap.