“Hello, Amelia. Your maid was caught stealing at home, I just feel like you needed to know.” There was a smile behind her words. Amelia felt like she was hit by a sudden force from nowhere. She had spoken with Loveth not quite long. Was she the reason Loveth had been caught? “What do you mean by stealing?” She tried whispering, but her voice had come out louder than she expected. Mike who had gone back to relax on the bed was beside her in a blink of an eye. “What happened?”Ava blinked and looked at Amelia with a smirk.She turned to face Mike who stared at her expectantly, “I am sorry, Mike, but I have to go home now.”Before he could say a word she was already moving towards the closet.Mike stared at Ava for a second and followed his wife without questioning Ava. Amelia had pulled on sweatpants and a random top and was already pulling her bag. She moved frantically around the house. Mike stood in front of her to stop her from taking another step. “Where do you think you are
Mike squinted as Angie turned on the switch in the room and frowned at the excuse of a room. The outward appearance alone had been spooky enough, and it didn’t help that it was midnight. He held Amelia who seemed to shiver at the sight of the room, and different thoughts filled his mind. Had she ever been here before? Because she looked more scared of the room than anything she had seen before?His hand seemed to comfort her, as she relaxed a bit and spoke. “Where is she?”Angie frowned, but when she met Mike’s eyes, it metamorphosed into a smile, “Come on; the whole building is bigger than a room.” She moved further inside.Mike's gaze roamed as he took in the cobwebs and spiders who weren’t ashamed to show off the place as their home. How could she lock someone in here just because the person stole from her? Whatever the person had stolen, it didn’t deserve this treatment. “Angie…”She paused; probably surprised he had called her by her name and not mother-in-law. “…if I ma
Amelia had never done anything like this; the whole house was a mess and she had no idea if she was getting it right or making it worse. She placed the hot water beside the bed and draped the hand towel inside throwing it down when the heat from the water touched her. She picked it up again until she was able to squeeze it successfully. She dabbed it on Loveth’s bruise earning a loud noise from her.Mike sat on the nearest chair away from flying hot water and safe from screams. He peered at Amelia. “I think it’s best we take her to the hospital. You don’t know what you are doing, and I have zero knowledge of medicine.”“No,” Amelia said again. He had repeated this for the hundredth time, but what was she supposed to say if they asked how she had sustained the injury? She couldn’t tell on her family for the sake of their reputation and although her stepmother hated her, she was still the only mother figure she had in her life.“Okay. We are going to be having a long day at work a
“Didn’t you sleep at home?” Christie asked with a curious brow. Just like always she answered herself before Amelia could come up with an excuse. “Don’t tell me your mother punished you home late?”Amelia chuckled; she didn’t even know her mother, but she had told enough lies about her. “No. I was working on the inauguration party plans at home.” That was another lie, but it was better than the continuous lie about her mother. Chris stared at her with wide eyes. Amelia chuckled, “I can be a workaholic sometimes.”“I can deduct that.” She said. “Anyways, I created a group with the ladies and I wanted to ask if you would like to join the group.”“A group?” Amelia asked as if it was a foreign word to her.“A group chat on WhatsApp; I feel it will be a faster way to share information instead of waiting to meet every time. It doesn’t help that the party is tomorrow. We have to do everything as fast as we can do it while we are still working on our own duty.”Amelia nodded, “Of cour
Amelia's eyes were wide as she took in the hall; a sly smile appeared on her face. This was truly the result of hard work. Her eyes shimmer as she stood in a corner in the hall.“I can’t believe we pulled it off,” Christie said, clutching Amelia’s arm. “In just two days. Look at all that we did. It only inspired my belief that one can achieve anything when they set their mind to it.”Betty rolled her eyes, “Yes. Yes. All of that inspiration; what I can’t wait for is the men in suits.”“Men in suits?” They asked turning to look at Betty.She smiled, “The guys. For some reason, the guys looked very different in suits. They look more handsome.”Claudia smirked, “Yeah. But I am more eager to see the Afonso’s, there is no way the whole family won’t come for their son’s inauguration. Right?” she narrowed her eyes at them. Betty's interest seemed to change with it. “I have only seen them in the newspaper. It’s really a rare opportunity to meet them. I wished we were going to sit at t
“What was that all about?” Amelia asked. Her voice was small like a whisper. Her mind was replaying the event of the day. She had been happy that she wasn’t attached to the family and was free to live the way she liked, but everyone knows now. They were going to treat her differently now. “I have no idea why my parents did that. They had insisted we keep this a secret and yet they were the first to announce it to the world.” He clenched his teeth in anger. “They have always controlled my life. It wouldn’t have been bad for them to give me a head-up” He muttered under his breath, but she heard him clearly.After the announcement, the press went wild taking pictures. They had millions of questions to ask them, but she had been safely ushered out of the hall with the rest of the family. They had gone home while she had returned to the office to discuss things with Mike. She should have gone with them, but she needed to clarify this mistake with him.Mike had been nothing but a fr
Mike was a little boy, but he knew he was strange and different from his peers. His peers had talked about things they loved when they were younger. Toys they had played with. Things they would never forget regardless of how old they clocked. But, it wasn’t like that for Mike. No matter how much he thought about his life before seven, he couldn’t think of anything. It looked like he had started off as a seven-year-old.“Daddy, what show did I like most when I was younger?” He had asked one day, innocently. His peers had discussed on their shows and one they would love to watch again. He wanted to join the conversation, but dare not. Unlike everyone, he had nothing to discuss about.His father had blinked and mentioned a random children's show he remembered. Mike tried to see if he could recollect the show, but he came back blank. Eagerly, he had gone to re-watch the show but there was no familiarity with it.Sitting down now and staring at the picture in his hand, he had a clue
The world moved faster as the car sped on the road. Amelia stared at the scenery from her window; this was the first time she was going on a long-distance journey, away from all she had known, and instead of fear she thought she would feel. She felt at peace and although it wasn’t for fun, she couldn’t help the excitement she felt. This was different from being cooped in her room. It was different from going to work and going back home. She felt free. If it wasn’t going to look strange, she would have loved to place her head out of the window and inhale the fresh air rushing at the car. The air called to her too and she wished she wasn’t sitting in the car but running with her hands spread out.On the other hand, Mike sat quietly beside her. He held the picture in his hand staring at it as if it was about to tell him something. He looked as if he could bewitch the picture and bring the people in it back to life. His hand moved slowly on it tracing the picture. His Uncle sat in