“Navid, wake up. You don’t have to sleep on my floor,” Amelia whispers weakly.
He shoots up and looks around. “What’s wrong? Are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Its nine o’clock. Why don’t you go get some sleep in your room? I feel better now.”
“I guess I didn’t realize how tired I was. I’m not leaving you alone until I know you’ve had something to eat. I’ll be back,” he gestures while stretching.
“You don’t have to dote over me. I can take care of myself. Plus, I know Leona wouldn’t want you in my room being nice to me and all,” Amelia gripes.
Navid stares down at the floor. “Yeah, she told us to watch your every move and that we should treat you like a criminal. But I can’t do that anymore, Amelia. It’s wrong and I don’t like it. Eli doesn’t like it either, but we can’t fight her. It’s just not worth it.”
Amelia can’t say she’s surprised to hear Navid’s confession. She knew Leona was going to try to turn them against her. As they ponder their plight, someone knocks on the door. She and Navid glance at each other. Before she can answer, her door flies open. With the hall light shining bright, all they see is a dark silhouette standing there with something in her hand. But the way the light reflects off her dark curls can only mean it’s Leona. Oh joy! Please come in and add more crap to my day.
“What are you doing in here?” Leona yells at Navid as she storms into the room.
“He was just asking if I still had a book I borrowed from him last week. What are you doing in here?” Amelia asks sharply.
“Well, I brought you some dinner,” she says, still looking at Navid.
“You must be kidding. Ha ha, I see you’re in the mood for jokes today.” She must be on drugs if she thinks I’m eating anything she brings me.
“Look, you have to eat something. These are leftovers from the party,” Leona says, annoyed.
Navid quickly heads for the door, but not before Leona grabs his arm and stares him down, giving a silent warning to stay away.
“Leona, let’s be honest here. I’m not touching anything you prepare for me ever again. You almost killed me, you psycho!” Amelia takes some slow, deep breaths, forgetting that Leona could snap at any minute and chop her into little pieces. But then again, that may not be such a bad thing.
“Fine!” Leona hollers as she throws the porcelain plate down, shattering it into fine pieces. Amelia jumps from the sound. “If you want to starve, that’s fine with me. I could care less!” She rushes out of the room.
Amelia shakes her head and contemplates swallowing a bottle of aspirin. Death has got to be better than this. With shaky hands she moves across the floor and picks up a big piece of glass. I want to choke her, God help me. With the shard of glass in hand, Amelia has a moment of weakness and goes after Leona. She staggers toward the stairs, still dizzy, and holds on to the post to keep her balance. She takes one step down when Navid grabs her from behind.