(AMELIA)My heart is beating uncontrollably, my veins are throbbing immensely my senses are high on a lot with every single hair on my skin erect with maximum vigilance to any sudden bad luck that might come from any angle. I am completely dressed now standing by the door to Mr Mitchell's bedroom terrified to my bones because Lily is at the door right now, knocking and calling for her father's awareness relentlessly as though it is an immediate emergency she needs to attend to. Holy fuck. This day just got a lot worse. I don't understand why everything these days just keeps on walking on the wrong side for me. This is extreme bad luck and I don't think I can bear the last of it. We haven't even settled the issue between us and now this? She is going to catch me in her dad's bedroom doing what? How the f*** am I going to explain it to her? How am I going to tell...... What the f*** am I going to tell her is the reason I am in her father's bedroom? I am extremely dazed right now. The

(AMELIA)His sharp blue gaze is relentlessly on me unwavering and unblinking as if awaiting my reply to whatever question he just asked that I do not know about. I fiddle a little in my position and shuffle my feet slightly with my heart slamming harder and harder in my chest at this extreme tension stretching around the room right now. I gulp down hard and shuffle a little bit. Nah. I definitely cannot do this. This is not happening right now. No. No no no. I chuckle nervously and shake my head. I can't do this. What the hell? Things might go crazy. It just doesn't make sense. "It's all right," I reply as quickly as I can waving my hand to him. "I think I am perfectly good and fine with standing," I say with a smile and brush a strand of my hair behind my ear still shuffling my feet nervously against the floor. He raises an eyebrow and peers at me for a long while as if trying to decipher me while I attempt to avoid his gaze moving my eyes to look elsewhere with disarray working m

(AMELIA)We both rush as quickly as we can briefly like fast cheetahs with the pressure skating through our bodies as high as ever before with the perceptible fear on Mr. Mitchell's expression amplifying my anxiety to the utmost pinnacle. This is the worst situation one can ever pray to be in. The fact that he is about to be caught by his wife is just...... It is unthinkable. It's so traumatic. It's mind breaking and I don't think I'll be able to bear this situation if I were in his shoes. I don't even know what to do right now. I am just extremely confused. I feel like cursing myself. I find myself wishing deep down within me that I didn't attempt to come to his apartment here in the first place. God, I wish I never came here. I only wanted to talk to Lily. Why the hell did everything just have to turn around into this dangerous problematic situation I am facing right now? He immediately drags me into the room and leads me to the bed still gripping tight on my hand like it is his l

(AMELIA)The look they are giving me right now makes me know that I assumably look like a silly idiot before them. I know that I am sounding extremely absurd. What the hell am I even saying in the first place? I find myself staring at them with apprehension on my face wondering what my fate will be by the time the reply comes back. I have already f***** up and I just know it. I am such a silly idiot. Oh god damn it. What the f****** hell. Lily is still in her position giving me that look of resentment like my presence before them is slaying the living hell out of her. I do not understand why she is acting this way these days. Her entire attitude concerning this issue is what is surprising me to the bottom. Why? Why is she so committed to knowing what the hell happened? Why the hell is she so determined to figure out what exactly happened that day? Is she already presuming something and just wants to make a confirmation? Why? Just why is she acting this way towards me? This is not how

(DANIEL)We are both sitting calmly presently in the sitting room with the silence as sick as a heavy cloud descended upon us making the the uncertainty we are both experiencing right now a lot heavier than anything we have ever felt. This I can tell with the extremely evident uncomfortable reaction Amelia is exhibiting right now as she sits a distance away from me on one of the sofas with her fingers laced together. I can see the evidence of trembling of her limbs as she keeps on biting those sweet soft tempting lips of hers completely lost in thought. I find my system responding to that gesture and I shake my head batting my eyelids trying as much as I can to regain my senses. Just what the hell is my problem? Even in this tense situation I still find myself reacting to merely that little act of hers. Why the hell am I just so susceptible to this pretty stunning girl? Just why? Why is it just so f****** hard to get a hold of myself whenever I am alone with her? We are still awaiti