𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬 ✓

Chapter Three

"Hello?" His voice sounded even deeper over the phone.

"Hey, Alexander, it's Amaryllis." I could picture his smile from the other side.

"Hey! To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" I laughed lightly as I noticed how his voice changed once he realized it was me.

"I just wanted to call and say hi and ask you if you'd like to go out for tea on Saturday?"

"Yeah, I would love to go out for tea!" If only I could see his smile.

"Awesome! I'm looking forward to it!" He laughed a little.

"So am I." I smiled brightly.

Alexander

I couldn't stop smiling.

I can't believe she actually called.

Her voice sounded just as angelic over the phone as it did in person although I, one hundred percent, would rather talk to her face to face other than on the phone.

I'd rather see her smile than have to imagine it.

Amaryllis

We talked for hours about everything and anything.

We both didn't want the conversation to end. We talked for a long time. I didn't even notice when Marcy left and my father got home until we finally hung up.

I walked downstairs towards the dining room to find my parents already eating. I sat down next to my mother and served myself a plate.

"Are you not going to say anything?" He sounded mad but I've gotten so used to his tone of voice that it doesn't scare me as much anymore.

"Why should I if all you're going to do is get mad at me?" He rolled his eyes.

"Don't talk to me like that! I'm your father!" This time I rolled my eyes and looked up at him.

"If you could choose you wouldn't even be my father. You'd rather be the father of someone normal." I tried to stay calm while I said this but I was too angry.

"Amaryllis! Don't talk to your father like that."

"I will talk to him the same way he talks to me. If he wants respect he better start showing it." I stood up and walked out the door.

My heart was beating too quickly and suddenly I couldn't breathe. I tried calming my heart down but it was no use. I could no longer breathe and the next thing I knew, all I could see was darkness.

***

"She's going to be fine." The voice was faint. I opened my eyes slowly as my eyes tried to adjust to the bright light of the hospital room. I finally opened the fully and saw my mother and Marcy sitting on either side of the bed.

"Oh thank god." My mother stood up and kissed my forehead. "I'm fine mom. Just got a little too mad."

"A little!? You could've died!" I rolled my eyes.

"And what's wrong with that? It's not like you and especially dad would care. You spend your days drinking and dad would be more than happy knowing his defect of a daughter is finally gone." I started taking deep breaths as I got mad all over again.

Marcy stood up and came over to me as my mother stepped back slowly. Marcy grabbed my hand and started to tell me to take deep breaths. I finally calmed down and caught my breath.

"Y-You know your dad doesn't mean any of it. He's just stressed out." I seem to have made a habit of rolling my eyes today.

"Yeah, okay. I care to differ. But, if it means you'll stop crying then I'll go with it." She smiled lightly and wiped her tears.

"So where is he?"Her smile dropped at my question.

"He had something come up at work." I scoffed.

"Of course he did. He always has something more important to do when it comes to anything involving me." My mother stayed quiet.

"Mrs. Cantonera, I think it would be best if you go home and rest. I can stay here until she gets discharged." She said nothing and just left.

"You know your mother means well," Marcy spoke once my mother was out of earshot.

"I know she does but it just riles me up knowing that she sides with my dad on this of all things." I rubbed my eyes and let out a sigh.

"Just give her some time. She'll see through his stupidity and arrogance at some point."

"I hope so."

I entered the house after Marcy dropped me off just to find my father sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand, the top button of his shirt unbuttoned and his tie was loose around his neck as the baseball game blared on the TV.

"You really shouldn't scare your mom like that." I scoffed and walked to the stairs.

"As if you care about mom." He stood up from the couch and walked slowly towards me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" His voice was frighteningly quiet. I kept my heart steady.