Amaya Lydia Jenkins is a young teenager that faces difficulties with mental health,due to childhood trauma.Exacerabated by the death of her mother caused by her father,Cole Bardot.Amaya is a teenager that lives in a blank world .
Her life is a mara...
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"Amaya,wake up."I whisper as I shake her gently to get her attention,she shrugs her shoulders and gruffs annoyed at my actions.
"Please,it's important."I convince her. She sighs and opens her eyes and I earn a black stare from her.
"What am I even doing in your room?"she asks bewildered.
"I can't explain now,we need to talk,but what I'm about to say stays between the both of us...okay?"
"Okay?..."
"Whatever mom is going to tell you to do,you should agree whether you like it or not.Just agree."I have to it this way, because there is no other way.
"But why?"she asks annoyed.
"Amaya please.Like I said,I can't explain for now just come come and eat."
"Didn't we just eat like a few-"
"Amaya."I cut her off.
"Okay fine."she gets up and wears her flip flops following me down the stairs to eat.
"Finally!You are awake."Mom says acting all happy.
Oh fuck.
"Yes,I am."Amaya responds annoyed as we both take our sits while dishes mom dishes the food that she got from her café.
"My café is short of staff,and I need you to come back and work for me."
"What?!"
Please just agree. Please just agree
I pray.
"Yes."my mother responds,making Amaya look at me in disbelief. She might hate me for this,but she has to do whatever I say.
I look at her with pity hoping she agrees and she just responds with 'yes' which did not even sound close to whisper.
It just emphasised pain and confusion.
I hope she will understand that what I'm doing is for her.
"I'm not hungry,I'm going back to sleep.I will eat later."she says and gets up from her sit,putting her food in the microwave and slowly walks up the stairs trying to not to hurt her foot that's recovering.
"That was easier than I thought it would be."Mom whispers to me and I fake smile in response.
Fuck you bitch.
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I can't believe,I'm going back to work when recovering from my problems.
This bitch does not even give a fuck.
Raven as well,why should I even do this.. why? I question myself
"Fuck everyone."I say looking up the ceiling lost in my thoughts.
The door opens slowly to reveal Raven standing at the door and motions for me keep quiet with her finger on the lip.
What the fuck.
She enters and then closes the door behind her.
"Why you doing that?"I whisper to her.
She tells me to move up ,so that she could sit and I do so what she says with a little hesitance.
"I'm sorry for what I'm about to tell you,but please believe me."she says and takes hold of my hand caressing it.
"Huh?"
"I need you to believe me and agree with whatever I'm going to tell you."she whispers her voice breaking a little bit.
"You are scaring me."I tell her.
"I'm sorry."she apologizes and wipes her tears.
"I need you to leave this house and never come back."she says sternly.
"What,why?!"Where will I even go. "You joking...right?"I ask her with a little hope.
She shakes her head and looks at me straight in the eye.
"Raven..why?"
"It's for your own good,Amaya."she responds.
"That's not a valid reason,you literally told me to agree with your mother's bullshit and now you want me leave..you expect me to agree with that?Where the fuck will I even go?"
"Amaya-"
"No,you just don't want me hear just say it."I cut her off.
"Amay-"
"Just say it."I cut her of once again.
"Your life is at risk!"
"What?"
"Mom wants to end your life."she says her lips quivering from fear.
"And so why are you telling me,how do I trust you?"I ask her widening my eyes. She could be tricking me.
"I know you wouldn't believe me and you might be thinking a lot of stuff right now,but give me a chance to explain...I beg you.Please."
"I'm listening."
This better be worth it
"I have a plan,but there is a huge chance that it might remove a lot of people from your life."
"What?"
"You might never be able to see them ever again starting from tomorrow."she says.
"So what's your plan."I ask tilting my head to maintain eye contact with her.
This is not going to be easy, nothing is ever is easy in my life.
