AUTHOR’S POV Amanda eyed her phone with irritation and mild fear. It was the fourth time the stupid thing had vibrated for the fourth time in less than ten minutes, and she didn’t need to turn the phone over to know who was calling. The phone stopped and picked up again almost immediately and Amanda felt like ripping her hair out from frustration. She turned the phone over and saw the screen flashing with the same dreaded name. Evil bitch. The name she had used to save the woman who gave birth to her. That woman didn’t deserve to be given the title of a mother. “Why is she still calling?” Amanda muttered angrily, “I already told her I would let her know when I had the money. Did I tell them to bury their nose and ass so deep into debt?” She silenced the call again, but she knew it was useless. It didn’t matter how many times she declined their calls, they would call again, alternating between her father and mother phones. There was one time they called with a strange number a
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