“Ahh! Stop it!” Amelia hollers as tries to break free. She can barely breathe. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to talk to my mother. Please, it’s my birthday. You have to understand!”
“I don’t have to understand anything! I will no longer trust you, and you are no longer a family member of mine!” She lets go of Amelia’s hair and clutches her face so hard that Amelia’s certain her head is going to collapse.
“Leona, please don’t say that. I’m sorry, everyone deserves a second chance,” she begs while pulling away from Leona’s grip.
Leona shakes her head and walks toward her bedroom. She stops and turns around curiously. “What else did you see in that drawer?” she asks as her bottom lip quivers.
“I just saw my phone. I wasn’t looking for anything else. Why do you ask?” she probes, hoping to sound convincing.
Leona rolls her eyes. “Don’t worry about it! I told you that if you tried to contact your parents it would be a deal breaker. Now you must suffer the consequences of your actions!” She storms away and slams her bedroom door shut.
Just for kicks she limps over and peeks inside the drawer, and like she thought, everything’s gone. Of course it makes her wonder just how long Leona has known she’s been inside the drawer. Nevertheless, she’s glad she was able to talk to her mother one last time. An intense pain permeates the right side of her head where Leona pulled her hair. She goes to the bathroom to wash her face. When she looks in the mirror, she sees a stranger staring back at her. The entire left side of her face is swollen, her left eye is already turning purple, and her lips are bleeding. Warm tears stream down her face, stinging the fresh wounds and dripping into the sink.
Even though Alexandria warned her about Leona, Amelia’s still shocked that her aunt went from being sweet and kind to a monster within a matter of seconds. What she did wasn’t serious enough for her aunt to react like that, and Leona should’ve expected her to have a moment of weakness. She carefully dabs her lip with a tissue. On what planet did she think I would go along with her suggestions anyway? Repulsed by what she sees in the mirror moves her to turn off the light and dry her face in the dark. She slowly walks up the stairs one by one, terrified of what tomorrow will bring. She knows Leona will tell the boys what happened and to watch her every move. I suppose it was fun while it lasted.
An explosive headache wakes her bright and early the next morning. While lying in bed, she hears shuffling outside her door, surprised they’re up so early. She gets up and quietly heads to the bathroom, planning to spend the rest of the day in her room…alone. Her face looks like she was just beaten up by Rocky. Now she really doesn’t want anyone to see her, not that she’s expecting any visitors anyway. She wishes Aaron was there to hold her but realizes she can’t keep thinking about him because it’s too painful. The fact that her feelings are stronger than she thought possible makes things worse. Even though she just met him, the dream made him so real.