𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐦

EIGHT

"Cross my heart hoped I die here this evening."

8

Sleep is such a vulnerable position and it's probably the most secure thing you need to survive, it's where I would rather be most day. Social situations generate uneasy feelings wanting to sink into the ground. My bad habits involve holding onto unwanted emotions I can't control, but then you look back and realise you didn't have anyone to share them with.

"My family are deranged they control everything. " She spat out.

"Try escaping a family that has government working to under their control. I ran away and my mother helped me. The night Tommie was shot was the first time I saw them after years." We were all in silent tears. I didn't want to place blame on Irina for my life being lost. However, there's a small chance that she played a role in this sick game.

    "Amina, we didn't speak much. I just want to say you're a very nice girl for my brother. I want you to know I had nothing to do with —."

    "Are you insane! You have everything to do with this. He is your demented brother!" Amaya placed her hand on my shoulder attempting to calm me down.

     "If it's not clear to you that I'm in another country, he almost killed me. He killed your friend!" I stormed back up the stairs, heading the girls call me back. I didn't know where I was heading but I had to get a breather.

Your a very nice girl for my brother ...

The whole family needs to be in the psych ward, I refused to believe that she didn't take part in me being kidnapped.

I did some wandering around until I found myself at the entrance of a home library, it had a cabin feel to it very cozy. I did some browsing, reading titles of some books, then right on time I broke down.

Prior to moving to New York, my dad fatally died upon knowing my plans for my future. I remember dreaming of being the most cliche daddy's girl. We didn't have enough time to share or laugh. I was his Ami whenever duties didn't call, and that was enough for me I made my peace with it.

The same year my mom moved away after dad passed. I had to watch an unhappy home from peeking around the wall. She loved him sufficiently to keep him around for me even if it did hurt her. We were the happiest family to outsiders and even in presence of baby Amina. Trauma made me scared and angry, I made myself kind.

"Amina." Amaya softly called out to me. I turned around seeing her and Stassie resting against the entrance.

"Stassie, I-I know shems is your friend but I can't come to terms with how this all just suddenly happened like this."

Stassie approached me, placing her hands on my shoulders, "Your one of the most gentle hearted people I ever met. You are not alone anymore." She glanced back to Amaya sending a kind smile her way.

They both grabbed my hands pulling me towards the door, "Enough of giving people our tears, the chefs have prepared us brunch. Let's get drunk off mimosas."

  "Not you Amaya, you're still breast feeding." We shared a giggle on our way out.

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As moments passed, we were getting to know each other better, we might be all that we have for now.

     "So Amaya I think we should go by the club blow off some steam." Stassie brightly smiled at us.

     Just off instincts me and Amaya shared a worried look which made stassie smile begin to fade.

    "I- listen Stassie, that's —" Amaya barley got out, I noticed her hands began to tremble and just that quick she hid them under the table.

     I cut her off, "yes, we'll love to!" Amaya gave me a anxious look, before shutting her eyes for a while. I took her hands into mine sending her with a reassuring smile.

"I really can't Roscoe wouldn't let me leave his side let alone in a club full of men. I mean Amina you know how possessive they are."

" I'm aware, but I think a temporary distraction will help it's okay to say you want to have fun. Your not just a moth—,"

     Amaya frustratedly bursts, "Don't you get it! I've been stuck under this roof. I have to live my life in peace, I'm sorry but I can't have you mess that up for me." Her tone fell back soft before she made an exit out the kitchen.

I knew Stassie was left confused about Amaya's outburst. Obviously she knows how powerful the Gusev family are, but she can't know about the pain Roscoe has caused her.

I have yet to share my cruel experiences about Reign to Stassie, and honestly I don't think I ever will, I can't have anyone else hurt because of me.

"She's ah— She's just worried about leaving her newborn in their early stages." I nervously chuckled. Judging by how extra blush I must look, she saw directly through my facade, but decided to let it go.

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