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"
<OLIVER gulped down nervously, shaking under the intense gaze of Amanda. He glanced at the people in the room, looking for who will be the bait; the person that will break the news down to the boss, but everyone avoided eye contact with him."For the last time, what is going on?" Amanda asked a very harsh tone to her voice; clearly unimpressed and frustrated at her workers' attitude. She took a deep breath and focused her gaze solely on Oliver, instead of looking at them all at the same time "Mr. Romans, why did you call me?" She questioned.The sweat on Oliver's forehead increased, his tie suddenly became too tight and he loosened it trying to catch his breath "well.. well.. Miss West, an.." he stuttered, trying to find the right words and the courage."Are you going to talk, or will you keep chewing on your words?" He jumped a bit, clearly startled by the evident and raw anger in his boss's voice.He took a deep breath and handed her his tablet "An.." he
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
"I'm so sorry I'm running late, there was traffic and.." Maya rambled; apologizing profusely while gesticulating with her hands. "It's okay," Amanda said, raising her hands to silence her in the middle of her rambling. Maya immediately shut up and took a deep breath, "Morgan here has already handled what I called you here for, over 2 hours ago" she stated pointing at Morgan while giving Maya the side-eye. Alan noticed the look and chuckled, but immediately covered it up with a cough when everyone turned towards him. Morgan rolled her eyes at him before she turned to Maya and smiled warmly at her "I'm Morgan" she introduced herself again and brought out her hand for a handshake. Maya stared at her hands in slight disgust, before looking up and giving her a tight-lipped smile; clearly displeased by her presence. "I am Maya, the legal advisor for Miss West," she said, more like reminding her and bitchily just shook the tip of her hands. Amanda looked at
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
Amanda sighed deeply as she parked her car in her garage, she picked up her bag and removed the car key. She was about to step out of her car, but tears welled up in her eyes and she frustratingly threw her bag to the passenger's seat.She expected their attack but not this fast, all she ever wanted was a peaceful life away from her disgusting, toxic and unpleasant family, but no, they always have to come in at the peak of her happiness and destroy everything.She let the tears roll down her face for a while before she harshly wiped them away, "they might have succeeded in the past to break me, but not this time around. Even if I have to sacrifice the last drop of blood in my body, I'll make sure I ruin them" she promised her self, her voice as thick as the heaviness in her heart.Reaching out for her bag, she brought out her mirror and her small makeup bag and immediately applied touches here and there to hide the fact that she just cried. She smiled at herself
"For the first activity, we'll be playing games! And the winner gets two slices of pizza all to themselves!" Alan announced through the microphone; that is still a puzzle to the others on how it got there. Everyone began clapping as soon as he made the announcement "yeah, and our first contestants are Mark and Jonathan!!" He stated in an excited voice; bouncing from one foot to the other. Malia and Amanda started clapping, while Jonathan and Mark glared at each other. "Contestants please select your gamepad" he instructed and both of them walked forward and selected their gamepads. "The game will now begin in, 3, 2, and start!" The robotic voice in the game announced this time around, and the two boys started their game. Silence and tension hung heavy in the room as everyone's eyes were fixated heavily on the TV screen that's hosting the game match. The two boys played intensely, Jonathan's eyes never leaving the TV while Mark would occasionally glare at the
Amanda looked like she was a second away from passing out; her eyes and her head hurt so bad, her muscles feels cramped and that's because she hasn't left her office since she entered it. Her eyes turned to look at the clusters of papers and documents she has just finished working on and released a very big sigh.Earlier in the morningAmanda strode into her company in a red gown, looking put together and happy as always. She could feel the gazes of her curios employees; who were wondering how she could be so happy despite what happened the previous day. She ignored their gazes and walked into the elevator, heading straight to her office floor."Good morning, Miss West" Oliver greeted her with a smile as soon as stepped onto the floor. He was dressed in a button-up shirt and black suit trousers as always, his tablet in his hand."Good morning, Mr. Roman" she responded to his greeting in a ch
Amanda rushed into her room and immediately opened her closet, leaving all her clothes in full display before her. She put her right fingers into her mouth and started chewing on them as her eyes ransacked her wardrobe; trying to find the right outfit to wear."He never said where we will be going or what we will be doing, so what on Earth am I supposed to wear?" She asked no one in particular, her frustration beginning to set in. "It can be lunch at a fancy restaurant," she said and picked out a casual red gown, "it can also be just at a fast food" she muttered, picking out a jumpsuit.She walked around and picked out a skirt and a top "it can just be a drive". She let out a deep sigh and dropped everything on the table in her room, "I'll just wear whatever, it's not like I'm going on a date or anything" she blurted out and marched off to the bathroom to freshen up.When she was done, she sat before her vanity and brought out her makeup box, she applied the moi