chapter 5

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  Amelia's POV:  

Recap:

 After I read the letter, I couldn't describe my feelings. I am terrified. After this, I will never be able to go out alone. I looked in my neighborhood once again to see if anything was suspicious. But everything is good. In no way am I going to tell Mom about this. I tore it into pieces and threw it in the trash before going inside the house. I locked the door and all the windows. After giving Mom her medication, I went into my room. I think I might not be able to sleep today.

 

I woke up with a very bad headache. Today I am not attending school. I have to take care of Mom. I got out of bed, brushed my teeth, and went downstairs to check on mom. I opened the door of her room to see her sleeping. I closed the door and started preparing some pancakes for breakfast. After I finished cooking, I filled the tray with medicines and took it to her room. She was up by then.

I am thinking about having a talk with her about the mafia. It's better to leave them before they do something that could harm us. So I am going to ask her to stop bothering them. I would be lying if I said I was not scared by the threat I received last night. I am truly terrified. Even thinking of that makes me sacred. You might think it's just a letter. But for a girl who never even received the smallest threat, it is a big deal. I sat on a chair while Mom was eating. I am actually getting prepared for the great speech.

"Mom, can I talk to you about something?" I asked her.

"Yeah, sure," she replied with a smile.

"It's about the thing you told me last night, um, uh, I think it's better if you leave them with " She didn't reply to me.

I guess she was thinking about it. I left the room to give her some time to think about it. When I entered the living room, there was a knock on my door. I am afraid that last night's events are going to repeat themselves or that something worse could happen. I am not that girl from the horror movies who will go straight into the tarp. So I opened my back door and went outside to check who was at the front door. My heart is beating wildly in my chest. But I peeked to see who was at the front door. Ooofff. It's Anthena. My stupid self forgot that she was going to be here to drop off my bag in the morning. I went towards her. She asked me why I didn't open the front door. I didn't tell her. I just found something to cover up. She left immediately after giving me my stuff because she had to attend school.

I took my stuff and went inside. I don't have anything to do. I never knew it would be this boring if I ditched school. I went upstairs to my room. For a while, I did my schoolwork, and after that, I watched TV. Now it's getting close to lunch time. I have to prepare lunch. I am not bad at cooking, and I am not perfect either. I went downstairs to the kitchen to find that I needed some groceries. So I went to my mom's room. I opened the door to see my mom sitting on her bed watching some show on TV.

"Mom, I need some groceries for making lunch. I will be back in a few minutes. Will you be okay?"

"I will be fine." She replied with a smile.

Then I went out. I don't have to drive to the store; it's just a few blocks away, so I decided to walk. I always enjoyed walking on the streets. I like to see people passing by with smiles on their faces. Finally, I made it to the store. I picked up some items I need for making lunch. There is a nice lady at the counter. After paying the bill, I got out of the store.

With the groceries in my hand, I started walking towards home. Actually, I brought more than was needed. Now I am struggling with carrying them. Then my stupid self realized that I could book a cab. Even though my home is just a few blocks away, these things are heavy, and I barely walked two steps from the store. I saw a black Ferrari beside me. I just adored the beauty of the car and went back to my phone to check the cab service. God never comes to my rescue. There are no cab services left... Seriously. 

Then I heard a horn and turned towards the car. The window of the car rolled down, revealing a man in his early or mid-20s. He is looking good.  

"Hey, do you need a ride home?"

"No thanks, I am good."

"Hey listen, can I please drop you?" he asked so innocently.

"Okay, thank you." I accepted because there is no cab service left and I can't stay on the road all day. I got into the car."I am Brandon.""I am Amelia."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he said.

I just gave him a shy smile. All the way, I have tried to avoid talking to him. But he just gave me a headache by talking too much. I immediately got down when I reached my house.

"Thank you, Brandon," I told him.

"I hope to see you again." I just gave him a smile. He got out of the car and gave me a wave. I went inside the house. I went towards our main door to see that it was open. What the hell? I slowly opened the door and went inside the kitchen. I dropped the groceries on the counter and took a knife. I kept the knife behind me and went toward the living room. There is someone on our couch. I can't clearly see them. I went further to see that it was a man. His back was turned toward me. He is wearing a suit. I think Mom invited him. He probably had the keys, so that's the valid explanation. I cleared my throat, and he turned toward me. He seemed familiar, but I don't know where I saw him before. He turned towards me and gave me a dangerous smirk. Every aspect of him screams dangerous. I just wanted to cower away from his gaze. He stood up and started walking towards me. Like a lion walks towards its prey. It takes everything in me not to walk back. I don't want to show fear, so I stood my ground, gripping the knife tightly. Just when he was one step away from me. He screamed. Yes, he screamed my mother's name. I am shocked. Why did he shout my mother's name? Then my mother came out of her room with a worried expression.

"LEONARDO KING!" she exclaimed, looking towards him.

Leonadro King, as in Italian mafia leader Leonadro King

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