"You know for someone that seems so calm and collected, you do freak out a lot!?" Alan said, walking behind a stressed-out Amanda who is biting her tongue to not snap at him. "I mean a whole lot! Like, I look at you and I'm like how does she manage to hide it so well?" He asked again, but when he saw it wasn't getting any effect he paused. "Oh common! Bring back my angry best friend!" He whined, pouting like a child. She paused on the table she was supervising to make sure everything is alright, turning towards him she gave him a very deadly glare which made his pout turn into a childish grin "in case you haven't noticed Mr. Weasley, I'm busy, and I'll appreciate it if you give me some space before I smack you" she warned; speaking with clenched teeth. He just widened his grin and nodded, which just frustrated Amanda even more. She rolled her eyes and went back to supervising the hall, and was utterly grateful when she

       **Trigger Warning! Mention of rape and abuse** 7 years ago A small crowd stood at the entrance of the alley staring into it, most of the people there wore a sad expression on their face while most of them looked in and just walked out, shaking their heads sadly. It wasn't a rare sight to see people beaten up and left to die by that alleyway, but each time it happens it draws the attention and sympathy of the people, yet no one offers to help. This time, a lot of people's attention was drawn to it because unlike the usual occurrence of seeing young men beaten to death there, it was a very young girl around the age of 15 or 16. Her clothes were badly torn with huge stains of blood on them, leaving only a little to cover her privates; but that barely offered enough coverage, bruises were all over her body, some of th

Amanda felt a heavyweight on her arm as she tried to turn around, she tried moving again but the weight still rested on her arms. When she tried again for the third time and her arm wouldn't budge, she panicked and quickly opened her eyes only to sigh in relief, and let out a chuckle at her fear. Jonathan's head rested on her arms; which is the reason she couldn't move. They both fell asleep after watching multiple shows, talking to him about their family went smoother than she expected. He took everything in good spirit and even consoled her at a point. She smiled warmly and used her free hand to pat his hair softly before moving his head gently away from her arms to the pillow. She picked up her phone and her eyes widened when she saw the time, it's 7:55 "oh my God! Jonathan wake up! You are late for school" she yelled, tapping the poor boy gently but rapidly "Jonathan I said wake up! You are already late for school. How on Earth did I miss my alarm"

Trigger warning! Violence, physical abuse and mention of rape a few years back Amanda laid on their cold cemented floor, groaning in pain. The coldness of the floor and the massive injuries on her body, added up together to create an unbearable amount of pain for her. Her hands clenched on her stomach; that has received multiple kicks and punches in the last minute, her whole body as always was filled with blood and bruises that she receives constantly from her own family. Her two elder siblings hovered around smirking; her brother's smirk had an obvious evil glint to it as he counted the money in his hands, while her elder sister's smirk has a look of guilt attached to it, but Amanda could care less. They both were in it together; torturing, beating, and taking all she worked hard for. "When will you ever learn, little si

Alice sat in her well-furnished living room; everything there screamed expensive!, From the curtains down to the flower vase that is positioned on the center of the table in the room. She twirled the glass of red wine in her hands with a little smirk as she stared at the TV screen. She was happily watching the celebrity news channel; the reporter on the screen was giving information concerning the article about Amanda West, that was released earlier in the day. She raised her head and burst into laughter when the reporter gave a rough estimate of the percentage of loss she received due to the article. Her laughter went from a hearty laugh to an evil cackle, pushing her bonnet away from her hair; making her wavy hair that she forcefully made straight transcend down her shoulders. After cackling for a while longer, she brought her head down and faced the screen. A smirk graced her face "glad that little bitch is finally being put in her place." She muttered ven