Be thankful, Amara almost snorted at his audacity as she walked out of Vas Grandeur.Who was he to ask her to be grateful after everything he had done. Even the apology he claimed to be offering, couldn’t begin to compare to the pain he had put her through.Pain in which she was trying to move on from. So if he indeed wanted to apologize, then he might just as well taken the backdoor out of her life.Sighing, she reached into her pause and tried calling Duncan the moment she noticed the car wasn’t packed where it was meant to be.The call was answered after three rings.“Ms. Crawford?”“Where’s the car, Duncan? I’m done here.”“I was asked to pack somewhere else due to traffic regulations, but I’m coming over right now.”Amara nodded and ended the call. On queue, a call from Elijah entered. She chuckled lightly, wondering why he was calling this time around.
The sound of her phone ringing was enough to stir Amara from her sleep. Slowly, she reached out for her phone and answered the call without even bothering to check who was on the other line.“Hello?” Her voice was laced with sleep and she found herself wanting to go back to bed, rather than engage in a conversation.“Amara,” It was Elijah. “Thank goodness you’re okay. I tried calling the entire night but-“The entire night? Amara thought as she pulled the phone back from her ear and pulled one eyes open, glancing at the time on her screen.It was already noon.“Shit,” She muttered. She hadn’t meant to sleep for this long, but it couldn’t be helped. The past few days had tired her out. And with the event that happened yesterday-“Oh God, I’m sorry Elijah, I must have forgotten to pick up the phone last night because I was so tired,” She said as she hoped out o
Elijah, like a gentleman, was waiting right outside her house the moment Amara returned.“Hey,” She greeted as she walked up to him.“Hey,” Elijah responded and smiled, taking a few seconds to scan her appearance. “You look…” There was a pause in his speech, one in which he tried to use to figure out the correct words to use on Amara’s new appearance.Sure, she always looked good, stunning even, but today, she looked different, in a freaking good way, one that made Elijah’s cheeks grow hot as he struggled to find the right words.“Beautiful.” He finished, and his blush only intensified.“Thanks,” Amara responded, a light blush dusting her cheeks. “You’re looking rather handsome today yourself.”“Well, I do try.” He shrugged, and Amara couldn’t help but laugh at his response.“Alright then, shall we?” Elijah held his hand out, gesturing towards his car.“Yes,” Amara said and together, the two walked side by side towards the vehicle.As usual, Elijah held the door open for her and once
"...Yes, I know, you don't have to-"Elijah was half way swallowing down whatever bull crap his father had to throw at him this time around, when he turned around and realized that the picnic blanket was empty and Amara was nowhere in sight.Furrowing his brows, he looked around, hoping to spot Amara, but after a while, his search turned out void.Did she go somewhere without informing him? Was it urgent?Those were the first two thoughts that popped into his head, followed by the nagging feeling that something wasn't right."Elijah, are you listening to me?"His father's voice cut through his thoughts, breaking him out of his reverie and back to reality."Yes," He responded, though his eyes and attention still were nailed on finding Amara. "I'm listening."He added and turned around, a sigh of relief left his lips as he spotted the object of his affection standing in front of a nearby bush.He watched as she bent down and flinched a bit, a little while later, a kitten ran out of the
Amara was not the type to wake up easily. She loved sleeping, and would stay in bed for as long as possible, until forced out of it.But today was different.She woke easily to a dull ache at the back of her head. Her body hurt and her mouth was dry. She was also confused, for the first few minutes, not knowing where she was.The room was dimly lit, and it took her eyes a while to adjust.Eventually, as her eyes adjusted to the surroundings, her lips parted in surprise.“What the hell…” She muttered, taking in the state of the room.Everything was torn down, and the walls were stained with brown mold, while the windows were caked with grime.It was almost as if she had just stepped into an abandoned building.Where the hell was she? She thought.The last thing she remembered was the picnic.A moment of silence dawned on her thoughts, silencing her inner voices and allowing her brain process the fact that…well, she was no longer at the picnic location, but rather, in a dusty, moldy, gr
The 'game' in Celestine's words, was more of an interrogation something, rather than the death game she had put it out to be.It started simple, with Celestine's first question being, "Why did it ever occur to you that destroying the reputation I've worked so hard to build, was a good idea?"Amara, carefully thought her answer through, not because she was as scared of the pain Celestine would inflict on her if she answered wrongly, but rather, because she was afraid that if her answer wasn't befitting enough, Celestine would drag Elijah into this whole mess.And God, did she not want to do that."You brought it upon yourself," She began, carefully. "You ruined my everything first.""Your everything?" Celestine scoffed, loudly. "Damn when you put it that way, you sound like a child whining.""And you don't?" Amara blurted out before she could stop herself.When she saw Celestine's eyes darkening, indicating that she had said something she wasn't meant to, Amara realized her mistake.No
Amara’s eyes widened at the sound of the gun going off and as quick as her heart began to race, her eyes scanned the room, trying to see where the bullet had hit.It didn’t hit her and Tobias…Her eyes scanned his expression, while her mind ignored the fact that she was feeling worry for the very same person she had sworn to feel no emotion for.Thankfully, she thought, nothing was wrong with Tobias’s expression. The only down side in this situation was that he had stopped undoing the chains binding her to the chair.“Aw, did I miss?”The sound of Celestine’s voice drew both their attention.Amara looked her way, while Tobias, slowly, turned to face her.“You’re going too far, Celestine.” He warned, slowly. “There’s no need to-““There’s every need to do this!” Celestine snapped, yelling like the mad woman she was. “Can’t you see what she’s doing to us?” She pointed the gun in A Mara’s direction and frowned when Tobias stepped in front of it. “Don’t do that,” She shook her head. “Don’
"Amara Darling, tell me, what do you think the most precious moment in ones life is?"Leanne, Amara's mother, had once asked, petting her head gently as she laid in her lap, listening to children play in the pack and dogs chase their owner, or better yet, freebie.Amara, a child at the moment, thought hard about the question. Nothing came to mind for the first few seconds, but the moment she spotted her father chasing her brother, laughing happily and felt her mother's hands lightly treading through her hair, Amara got her answer."When one's happy with their family?" Her childish voice asked.Leanne laughed, heartily. "Correct, but not quick, love."Her mother's answer had Amara shooting up. She looked at her mother with a confused look, one her mother did not hesitate to provide the answer needed."The most precious moment in live, is when you are with your the one."Amara's head tilted, a childish habit she had since young. "Can my family be my 'the one'?""No love.""Then, who's a