Dirty Mouth

Zelda

“Amelia,” I whispered, the word catching in my throat.

“How dare you,” she said, her voice low and threatening.

Before I could react, she slapped me hard across the face. The sting of her hand was a shock, and I almost fell to the ground. But I managed to keep my balance, though my head was spinning.

“How dare you pronounce my name in your dirty mouth, you bitch,” she hissed, her eyes full of hatred. I knew that I was in serious trouble.

It had never occurred to me that Amelia, of all people, would resort to something as extreme as kidnapping. I had known she had an unhealthy obsession with Drake, but I never thought she would take it this far.

I had always considered her to be a kind and caring person who was just obsessed, someone who would never stoop to such a level. But now, I was faced with the reality that my perception of her had been wrong. I had been betrayed, and the worst part was that I never saw it coming. I should have known better than to trust her, but I had