AMELIA
The room was brightly lit, and I was all giggles and smiles. If this was a dream I didn't want to wake up. "Give mum a smile dear," my cheered me up with the brightest smile ever as she used her old camera to take a picture of me in my prom dress. It wasn't just any dress but a diamond arcrest dress, one of the most popular designer brands. They were the only brands that I could kind to have the best dress for me that hugged all my curves perfectly. A soft smile hung on my face as I smiled sweetly at the Camera while Mum took multiple. "That's my baby, I can't believe this day finally came. Mum said dramatically wiping off a tear. Dad's soft chuckle could be heard from the door. They were both happy I was going to prom this year and with Dylan as a bonus. This was my first ever and I was super excited. "Of course, this day was meant to be our angel finally winning over her crush," Dad said, and my cheeks went red while Mum smiled teasingly. "Dylan isn't my crush he is just my friend," I argued back. Mum literally rolled her eyes at me while checking the images she had taken. "Yeah, believable; anyone who sees the way your eyes light up when he is around would know the obvious truth." She teased me, and my cheeks got redder. It was weird saying stuff like this with your parents. They continued teasing me and talking about their prom dates back in high school. It was so embarrassing. Luckily, my buzz saved me right in time. It was a text from Dylan he was already at the door. I cleared my throat drawing their attention back to me. "Yes honey, is anything wrong about the dress?" Mum asked sounding concerned. "No, it's perfect," I said, playing with my fingers before shyly adding. "Dylan is already at the door." Their eyes sparkled then Dad left in a hurry. My lips pursed into a tight smile, Dylan was about to have an ear full. Mum grabbed my hand sliding something into my palms. "You are technically an adult now and I know how you teenagers are. Don't do anything stupid, and be back before 11." She said before pulling into a hug. I nervously opened my palms to see condoms sachets in my palms. My jaws dropped unable to believe this. "But mum.." No way would have between Dylan and I, we haven't gotten to that stage. I wanted to explain but she shushed me. "Shush, that's enough darling. I was once a girl with a crush. Just have fun and be back by 11." She cautioned with no room for argument. I gave myself one last look in the mirror before heading out nervous about Dylan's reaction. From the stairs, I could hear Dad giving Dylan tons of warning. My gaze fell on him close to the door and he was looking rather dashing. Dylan glanced in my direction and heard the soft clicking sounds of my heels. He froze at first; my heart was beating wildly, my palms going sweaty, wondering if he hated the way I looked. Then a soft smile graced his lips that sparkled in his grey eyes. I wondered what he thought. He left Dad, walking up to the foot of the stairs to wait for me. "You look dashing, Amelia; the dress was made for you." He complimented me as he took my hand. God my face went completely red. "You are as handsome as always," I answered. It seemed like we were in our words. My dress was a peach colour mermaid tail dress that complimented my skin reflection and body shape. I was looking snatched in my outfit. Mum suggested I let my chestnut hair down. I did, and finally, a beautiful smile that sparkled with my blue eyes. I felt confident in myself for once. Dylan, on the other hand, had chocolate brown hair combed back, and he had a dark grey tuxedo that was a perfect fit, showing his gorgeous devil. It felt like a dream, my hot bestie was talking me to prom. I heard someone clear their throat drawing our attention to them. "Enough with the dog food better start heading out and remember 11 pm and not a second more." Mum urged Dylan to nod and then led me out of the house. His hands were warm. My parents stood at the doorway until we got into the car, which, of course, was a white limo benefit of having a rich date. Dylan's family was wealthy and the limo was his dad's. "No way," I gushed walking close to the limo. "It's nothing, Amelia. My family is just well off." He chimed which was true. Dylan held the door open for me to get in then I followed behind. There was a wine bucket with glasses in the car. "Do you want a drink?" He offered, but I shook my head nervously, sitting by his side. It was still early to drink. He suddenly leaned closer, my heart beating wildly, wondering if he wanted to kiss me. His warm, minty breath and citrus and cinnamon-based scent evaded my senses. It was super intoxicating. My eyes closed, making for his lips to meet mine. I felt his fingers graze my cheeks before tucking my hair behind my ears. He pinned something in my hair. "Happy Prom, Amelia," he chimed, and my eyes fluttered open; I touched my hair to realize he tucked a rose there. The normal prom tradition is, "Same to you,, Dylan." I blurted then glanced away, embarrassed I thought he would kiss me. "You truly look amazing, Amelia; peach is your colour." Those were the best things I have heard tonight. I had to glance at the window to hide my blushing cheeks. **** Finally, our white limo arrived at the red carpet, and the doors were opened by the chauffeur. Dylan got out first then gave me his hand. The blinding lights of the camera were what welcomed me; my grip on Dylan's hand subconsciously tightened. "Try to relax, I am here." He whispered in my ears sensing my distress. We made our way to the hall. As if the world froze, everyone's eyes were on us, but instead of the disgust I expected, it was amazing and surprising. We made our way inside, Dylan was by my side the entire time. Whispers were going around everyone was stunned that Dylan was my date. "She actually looks stunning. I can't believe it's Amelia." I heard one whisper. There were similar whispers like that going around, I was a hot topic on their lips instead of Valerie. Thinking of the devil, she appeared at the far end of the hall; my eyes fell on Valerie. She was with her date, the head of the basketball team, and a senior who was most likely to be prom king. Her expression went stiff when she saw me, but slowly, a soft smile graced her lips. She whispered something into her date's ears and he nodded. She walked up to me slowly swaying her hips seductively. Her dress was blue, and Valerie was perfect in every way. It must be annoying for her to find out I was stealing the spotlight. "That's not a bad dress, Amelia," she said in a fleeting moment as she bumped shoulders with me, then smiled at Dylan before walking past. It was a strange exchange and I honestly didn't want to think about it. "Let's get a drink," Dylan suggested, I shrugged off the weird feeling Amelia gave and nodded. Taking a drink did help me loosen up, soon after the first dance started which I shared with Dylan. It was the most magical moment of the night staring into Dylan's eyes and swaying according to the slow music. My hand was on his shoulders while he held my waist, smiling sweetly at me. We danced in a private spot, but I knew everyone's eyes were on us, but I couldn't care less. I was happy, and everything was going perfectly. The night was Worth it, Dylan was amazing. He didn't leave my side for a second and I received countless compliments for my dress. Before I knew it I was smiling like a fool. "Hello, can I get your attention, everyone?" The principal's voice boomed through the sound system drawing our attention to the stage. The hall went quiet. It was time, "I know what you are all thinking; it is indeed time to crow this year, prom queen and king." She announced smiling. "Please can I get the nominee for prom queen on the screen?" She requested turning back to the large screen behind the stage. The names appeared and I froze. "Amelia Reece," I muttered in disbelief. What was my name? "You got nominated, Amelia. Come on go on stage." Dylan urged me. I was too stunned to move until he literally shoved me towards the stage. This was the best night of my life. Even if I didn't win, it was worth it. A round of applause echoed as the nominee got on stage. I wasn't surprised to see Valerie there. I walked past, and it seemed like she stepped on my dress. Unfortunately, I was too caught up in the moment to realize until I turned around and faced the crowd. Everyone went silent staring back at me. The principal was surprised by their reaction; she turned around, her eyes popping out in horror. "What happened to your dress Amelia?" Confused I glanced down at myself to see what was wrong. At that moment, my world crumbled. My dress was torn on the skirt, I nervously tried to move, and it made it worse as the tear mark increased up to my chest region, exposing my bosom.AMELIA My eyes stared back at the crowd in shock; I was too embarrassed to move, my brain lagging behind to process what was happening. A roaring laugh echoed in the hall, they were all laughing at me. My eyes met Dylan's. He was too stunned to react. "Amelia, you should fix your dress." The principal said with a soft tone, reality finally hit me. My hands rushed to cover my bosoms and I ran away from the stares and laugh of mockery. As I ran past Valerie I heard her snicker. "Your fast ass ruined a perfect dress." That was enough; I could not bear it. I didn't know where I was heading but I needed to leave. Tears continued running down my eyes, my sobs were caught in my throat. My heart tightened, making it difficult to breathe. I was fat so running and crying was too much stress on my heart. Valerie did this, what did I ever do to deserve such hatred? I never came in her way and always did my best to avoid her but she always finds a way to make my life a living hell
AMELIA It gave me an unsettling feeling. As far as I knew, Thane Estate was a private property, and there was no reason for Valerie’s car to be parked here. Dylan knew how she treated me at school. He knew the things she had done.What about that night at prom? The night she ruined my dress and humiliated me in front of everyone?I shook my head. Maybe I’m overthinking this. There must be a reasonable explanation.“When I go in, I’ll ask Dylan why her car is here. There should be a good reason, right?” I murmured under my breath, trying to reassure myself.As soon as the driver stepped out and opened the car door for me, I took a deep breath and also got out. He then moved to retrieve my luggage from the trunk while I pulled out my phone and dialed Dylan’s number.He picked up almost immediately.“Amelia,” he said, my name rolling off his tongue in that deep, familiar baritone.My heart skipped a beat.“Yes. Where are you? I just got here,” I said, gripping my phone a little tighter
Dylan's POV. I should have been more careful. I should have destroyed that stupid page the moment I wrote it. It was just a dumb dare, a meaningless joke, but now...now it had ruined everything. I had only stepped out to grab snacks for our movie night, but when I got back, I knew something was wrong. The house was eerily silent. No music, no distant hum of the TV. Just silence. Then I went upstairs to check on her after keeping the things I bought. I checked her room but I didn't see her in there. Then I thought of fetching my phone from my room so I could use it to reach out to her in order to know where she was because I had forgotten to take my phone along with me when leaving the house to get some snacks and then I saw her... Amelia. She stood in the middle of my room, her back to me, clutching my opened diary. Her shoulders trembled, and I knew it before she even turned around. I knew. She had read it. Shit! “Amelia…” My voice was barely above a whisper. My throat fe
AMELIA. I looked around the environment I stood in with wary eyes. I was not sure if I had made the right decision to come to this place, but one thing I knew was that I wanted to try it out. I was not the impulsive type; I always thought decisions out to the best of my capabilities. But here I was. I was so tired of the life I was living. I was tired of the way everybody around me was treating me. Hence, the reason I accepted the offer of the dark witch. She gave me a secret location to meet her, and here I was. In this very creepy environment that I'd love to get out of soon, it felt like a voodoo would jump out at me anytime soon. The cave was dark, with different strange flowers coiling itself into the corners of the cave. And this fog was in the cave; it made it impossible to see if someone was coming except you heard the footsteps. Oh lord, I'm only trying to change the way I look, not die before I even start. Something moved to my right, and my neck could have broken wit
AMELIA. “Yes, I am ready.” I replied and straightened up.She smiled, and the next thing I knew, she chanted some spells under her breath, and she had something that looked like a liquid bottle in her palm. “So, here's the secret.” She said and stretched it towards me. I looked at the bottle warily, suddenly feeling weird about the whole situation. I looked at the bottle like the content could hurt me. “My hands are hurting, Amelia. Won't you take it?" She said in that sweet voice, but there was an underlying tone to it that told me if I let her wait one more second, she would turn me into the creepy flowers that made the cave look creepier. “Am I supposed to go home and drink it or something?” I asked her. “No, my dear. You're going to take it right here, right now. Because I have to be there for the spell to work. The moment you take it, I'm going to say some spell that would put everything in order.” She said, and I nodded, swallowing hard as I got myself ready. Then, I pro
AMELIA. I woke up the next day like every normal morning. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling of my room for what felt like hours but was only a few minutes in the reality of it. It was another day to go to school again. To endure the bullying and the hate comments I got from people and to see the face of the guy I loved but didn't love me back. Then I slowly stood up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom; I checked the time on my bedside mirror. I would be late if I didn't start preparing for school now, and I didn't want that. I didn't want to be laughed at by the whole class when I walk into class late with my head bowed down in shame.Being late meant going into a class with all eyes on me, a few snickers and snarls here and there along with some insults to make me more insecure, self-conscious and ashamed of myself. I wasn't ready for all that. I passed the front of my vanity mirror and walked to open the door to my bathroom, but I suddenly stopped. Then I walk
AMELIA. Ever since I got out of my car, I've been getting stares that I've never gotten in my whole life. I was used to the stares of being the only day girl in the room or the class, but this time around, I was the girl with the perfect body and the perfect curves and shape. So yes, I liked it very much. I was in a maxi gown. One that opened cleavage, yes. A whole lot of cleavage. I didn't get this perfect body to hide how beautiful it was. The maxi gown was brown in colour; it complimented the colour of my eyes, and I wore a very nice jean jacket over it.I kept it simple as usual but elegant and classy. I liked how outlined my shape was in this dress; it made me feel high about myself. At how beautiful I was, my skin looked like milk. I smiled and shook the thought out of my head: I needed to get to class quickly if I didn't want to fail my classes. I tried to get used to the wondrous stares as I walked to class, and I was finally in front of my class; I pushed the door op
AMELIA. “So, you think you're beautiful now, you cheating bitch?” Valerie’s voice boomed behind me, and I rolled my eyes slowly. Then, I took my sweet time before I faced her and looked at her head-on. I made sure to have a little smirk on my face so that she would be more pissed off. “I'm sorry, what?” I asked her innocently. Feigning pretence, I wanted to make her feel like she was going crazy the way she made me feel. “Don't you dare pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about bitch, because you're very well aware of what I mean? Did you suddenly go for plastic surgery? Is that what you did?” She asked, almost screaming. The whole cafeteria was looking at us now, and I enjoyed this attention so much because I was about to humiliate Valerie. She better stay far away from me after this altercation because I wasn't planning on going easy on her. “Yes, I had plastic surgery,” I said, checking to see her reaction. Sbe looked shocked that I gave in to what she said. I took
AMELIA. The past few weeks has been filled with different things. I've been trying my best to keep up with the way things has been going between Dylan and I, it was lovely, the chase, the thrill. Everything gave me a new found high, but at the same time, it was stressful. Stressful in the sense that, I was scared. Scared that something bad would happen that would make Dylan betray me again, I just wanted things to continue the way they were going. In a very sweet and simple way. But I knew this universe was more fucked up than that, the universe needed to feed off our sadness. It wasn't possible for a situation to continue being the same. We just finished taking Econ class and Ava was seeing the teacher, I told her to meet me at the cafeteria when she was done. But I wanted to make one stop at the restroom first. Dylan wasn't in class today and that made me uncomfortable. On my way to the restroom I pulled out my phone, and texted him quickly. Amelia: Hey, are you okay? I aske
AMELIA. “Let me go, you fucking asshole.” I don’t recognize my deep voice and the throatiness of it. I sound like I’m really in danger. And maybe I am. The only problem is that I want it. Deep in the darkness of my chest, I fucking need it. Slap! I gasp as the sting registers on my face. He just…slapped me and…I’m wet. Holy fuck. I’m really insane. “Run your mouth again and I’ll fuck you raw in the ass.” He grabs my chin with his calloused fingers and shakes me, and I swear I’m dripping into my shorts. I stop fighting for a second and he uses the time to release my wrists, grab my hair, and ram me against the stairs. I yelp and my hands shoot for him in a mad act of defense, but it’s too late. He’s already ripping at my shorts. I kick my legs in the air, fighting with everything I have. I fight like I’ve never fought before until I actually believe that I want out of this, that this isn’t something I already agreed to by not saying that damn word. Even in my madness, my strengt
AMELIA. Dylan. The one who’s currently cutting off my air supply while looming from behind me is none other than Dylan. I’d intended to kick and claw, to yell at him so he’d let go, but not only is he confiscating most of my oxygen by grabbing my throat, he’s also yanked both of my wrists behind my back and imprisoned them. My phone has clattered to the ground and the flashlight outlines dark shadows. Mine and his. We’re gigantic on the wall across from us, like some beasts coming out at night to let their instincts loose. If it were anyone else, they would’ve panicked at being immobilized in the dark by someone who might as well be a stranger. And while that feeling bleeds into my bloodstream, it’s not the only one. It’s not even the prominent one. The temptation I’ve been escaping my entire life burns inside me, resurrecting and rising from the ashes like a phoenix. “Dy…lan…” I manage through the small air opening he’s allowing me. And I know he is allowing it, because if he
AMELIA. “Mum, it's fine. You can leave, I'm not a kid anymore.” I told my mum for the upteenth time. She's always like this anytime she's leaving the house, especially when dad is not around. “I worry, you've been kind of withdrawn lately and I don't know what's wrong.” She said, touching my cheeks and my heart starts beating fast. Does she know about the choking sound I make each night? Does she know about the nightmares I have? That would bother her more, or did she know about Dylan?“Mum, I'm fine. It's just school stress really, I promise.” I told her and she looks at me for a while. “You do know that you can tell me anything right?” She asked me and I nodded. “Of course mum, I know. You'll be late for the show, come on.” I told her and hugged her. “You're my priority, I don't care about anything else, you're all I care about you know. So if you're not okay, I can ditch the show.” She told me, patting my hair from behind. “Mum, I promise you, I'm fine. Okay?” I told her an
DYLAN. My teammate licks his lips. “She reminds me of those thick porn actresses. Do you think she makes those erotic-asfuck noises like them?” In my mind, I’m jumping across the table, grabbing him by the neck, then bashing his head against the floor. I really wasn't okay with hearing him speak that way about Amelia. But I had to keep my cool. Once, twice, until blood oozes from a crack in his forehead. Then I go on until he loses some of his teeth and starts wailing like a fucking bitch. In reality, I remain still. I don’t even reach for my drink. Any change in my body language will betray my thoughts. I’ve learned not only to conceal my emotions but also to never allow anyone to read them. Thinking about inflicting violence, imagining the whole scene and its repercussions, is what helps me to cope. Not now, though. His words still ring in my head. The fact that he’s picturing Amelia in a porn scenario and fucking stereotyping about it burns hot in my veins. I need payback be
DYLAN.Coming to The Grill used to be normal. In here, I’m the center of attention and I also enjoy the mindlessness of it. The feelings that reach me from everyone around me are a much-needed distraction from my ominous ones. Coming from my background and being my grandparents’ favorite charity case has forced me to turn off my ability to feel. Or rather, to stop relating to others and only watch them from a clinical view. When I’m with my group of friends, I can decompress by observing them and letting their emotions wash over me. Like Damon, for instance. He’s loud, crude, and only thinks about getting his dick wet and being drafted into the NFL. He’s currently telling the girls his famous story of when he killed a bear with his dad. And while I’d usually relisten to his ego-retelling and even encourage him to go on, I’m in no mood for anything. Correction. I’m in the mood for kidnapping Amelia and chasing her. Or fucking her against the hood of her car—or mine. But that’s not
AMELIA. Goddamn it. Stop ogling his lips. Just when I’m about to pull away from him, an annoying voice filters in our direction.“If it isn’t Amelia.” I push Dylan away as Valerie and her minions and a few others from their exclusive club saunter by us. Damn it. Damn it. The last thing I want is to be seen in Dylan’s company by this band of thieves. They’ll never let me live it down and will make a whole big case about how he’s out of my league and blah, blah, blah. “Val,” Dylan greets her with ease. But at least he’s not trying to touch me. She raises her brows at me. “You aim big.” “Don’t you have some people to torture or make their lives miserable?” She smiles. “Maybe.” “Yours included, Amelia,” One of her minions screeches. “Go take a hike, Bee.” “It’s Bree!” Valerie inches toward me and whispers so only I can hear her, “Careful what you get yourself into. You never know what happens in dark corners.” My breath hitches as she saunters away, followed by her clique. Oh m
AMELIA. Something is off. Me. I’m off. Ever since Dylan had his tongue and fingers in and all over my most sensitive part, it’s like I’m an entirely different person. Because I want it to continue. No. I actually want another scene like in that room where I’ll be on the receiving end this time. Or maybe it can start like in the forest and end like just now. I still have him in the palm of my hands so I can ask for it, I think so… I frantically shake my head. What the hell is wrong with me? Is there some loose screw in there? Instead of finally leaving me alone, Dylan exits the locker room first, saying he’ll wait for me outside. He leaves me panting and hornier than when he first walked in. It takes everything in me to put on jeans and throw on a shirt and my leather jacket before I go out. The late afternoon chill assaults my sensitive skin as I head to the parking lot. Sure enough, Dylan is waiting in front of his Tesla. With Ava. I hurry toward them, my cheeks about to ca
AMELIA. "Because it’s you.” “That’s not an answer.” I retorted.“It’s a perfectly adequate one.” “I just can’t wrap my mind around the fact that you want all this depravity with me when you have the entire campus at your beck and call.” my voice trembled as I spoke softly.“The entire campus don’t make me horny as fuck after a newbie blowjob. You do. Also, the entire campus don't make me hard as fuck when I look at them. So how about you step down from your high and mighty tower and come down to my level?” Dylan smirked, amusement in his gaze as his eyes hovered me.“So I can service you?” I arched an eyebrow.“Among other things.” “In an alternative reality, maybe.” I scoffed.“You don’t mean that.” “I totally do. Does hearing me say 'NO' to you bruises your superstar ego?” “This isn’t about my ego, it’s about yours.” “Oh, give me a break.” I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.“It’s true.” “Are you telling me that if I say no, you’ll leave me alone?” “No.” “There. Your ego