“Excuse me? I love your earrings. Are those diamonds?” the woman asks with a smile.
“Yeah, my dad gave them to me my last birthday,” Amelia replies while dialing her grandmother’s number.
“Oh how lovely,” the woman says, grinning. “I’m Michelle, by the way,” she whispers, holding out her hand. Amelia puts her phone away and shakes her hand, curiously.
“I’m Amelia.” They stare at each other in awkward silence until Amelia says, “Well…it was really nice to meet you.” Creepy lady. She walks past her to leave when the woman jumps in front of her and smiles, guarding the door.
“Okay, what the hell is going on? What do you want, lady?” Amelia grunts, balling her fists. She’s been waiting to take out her frustration on someone, so this lady might be the lucky one. Michelle quickly puts both hands up in submission.
“I-I was just wondering if there was any news about your father’s condition. Or your mother’s whereabouts.”
“What’s it to you?” Amelia retorts with a frown.
“I would really love to get the full story on what happened tonight. You know, for the news. I promise I’d only tell your side of the story and not the atrocious rumors I’ve heard.”
“Are you freakin’ kidding me? You’re a reporter? Does it look like I want to talk to someone right now? You must have a death wish because I am five seconds from…”
Boom! Whack! The woman falls toward Amelia and lands on the bathroom floor, revealing the person responsible for the attack.
“Are you crazy? You can’t just knock people out. When she wakes up she’s going to think I did it!” Amelia yells.
“I should knock you out! I don’t want you talking to anyone!” Leona yells.
“You really need to get over yourself! I’m so sick of you trying to run my life! You have no right to treat me like this. I am not to blame for what happened tonight. You are. I think it would be best if you just left me alone!” Amelia shouts. She looks away from Leona’s vexing stare and decides to make a run for it. She grabs the door handle and pulls it open when she flies backwards. “Ahh!” Amelia screams in pain. Leona’s got a fist full of her hair and drags her toward the large stall. “Let me go!” Amelia cries, prying Leona’s hands from her hair. She gets loose and crawls over to the wall as tears rush down her warm, flushed cheeks.
Leona stoops down to Amelia’s eye level and whispers, “I think we can both agree that no good will come of you trying to run away again. Next time I won’t be so generous.”
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