“No! I mean, I’m okay where I am, Mom.” The thought of missing a small chance of seeing Aaron again makes Amelia’s decision a little easier as well.
“What? Honey, I don’t like the tone in your voice. What has she done? Did she threaten you?” Alexandria growls.
Crap! I hate lying. “Of course not, Mom. I just figured since I’m here now I might as well stay put. She can’t hurt me. I’ll be fine…I promise you.”
Alexandria sighs on the other end. “Well, okay, baby. They’re telling me I have to go. I probably won’t get to talk to you anytime soon but, remember what I said: be careful and never let your guard down with her. She will snap within the blink of an eye. I love you so much, sweetie.”
“I love you too, and don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. I’ll be strong for us both. Au revoir, mama.” Click. The phone immediately shuts off. Amelia sighs and sits down on her bed, in daze from hearing her mother’s voice. She rubs her eyes and remembers her mission before the phone rang.
Oddly, it feels like someone’s right outside her door. She slowly opens it and looks down the dark hall but house is completely silent. She shakes off her fear and tiptoes downstairs and grabs Leona’s keys, praying that she’s asleep. The moon is so bright that it provides enough light through the kitchen window to help her find the drawer.
She slides it open and puts her phone back, when the kitchen lights come on. The hair on the back of her neck stands at attention. A cold chill travels through her body like lightning, stinging every nerve in its path. She slowly turns around and sees Leona’s red face glaring back at her with gritted teeth. Her right hand is twitching so fast it looks like she has a nervous condition. Amelia has no words, because nothing will help. She puts the keys on the island and stares directly into Leona’s golden eyes.
“I thought you might have been in the drawer, but I didn’t want to believe it. I wanted to believe that you were really going to abide by my rules,” Leona says as she creeps closer. Amelia scoots back against the counter, crossing her arms. “But I was wrong. You are just as dumb as I thought you were!”
“Leona, I was…I just wanted.” Leona speeds over and fiercely slaps Amelia, forcing her to stumble backwards and fall. Leona snatches the phone out of the drawer and slams it against the wall, shattering it into a dozen pieces. Amelia gets up and runs toward the stairs, but Leona catches her by the hair and pulls her back.
“This is the thanks I get for throwing you a nice birthday party, you ungrateful witch!” Leona yells, dragging Amelia across the living room.