Amara

Chapter 13 - Protective

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"Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway"

- Edgar Allen Poe

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Amara's POV:

I'm sitting on my bed looking at all of the bags on my bedroom floor. There are so many that I don't even know what to do. I've got tops, hoodies, bedroom decorations, dresses, shoes, a phone, a laptop, iPad. And I got a huge dark grey fluffy blanket for my bed. It's so soft.It's weird though. I've never had this much stuff. I don't even know where to put it. Do I just leave it here?

So because I have no idea what to do I'm just sitting here on my bed. I could ask for help, but I don't know who I would ask. As soon as we walked through the door Salvatore got a phone call and rushed off. So I don't want to disturb him. And I like Clara, but I don't know where she is, and I don't want to start walking around the house, because that will just lead to me getting lost.

After another ten minutes of pondering over my life, I finally get off the bed and start unpacking all of the things. I sit on the floor and begin to go through the bags one by one. After a very, very, very long time, I am about halfway through all of the bags. I have packed a lot of the clothes in my new closet. But my throat has dried up, so I pick myself up off the floor and, thankful that I know where the kitchen is, I head out my room. As I walk out of the room, my head spins round at the realisation that I have never been down the other end of this corridor.

Ill just have a quick look. I mean if im going to be living here, I might as well explore a tiny bit, right?

I walk down the rest of the corridor, and then turn the corner. As I do I am greeted with a dark set of stairs. I turn my head back to check if anyone is behind me. After the all clear I start to walk up. I finally reach the top, looking around to see what I can find. This place is huge. It's like a never-ending maze.

A short distance away there is another corner bearing left. I could go down it? But before I can even process another thought, a loud voice comes up from behind me. "Who the fuck are you?" A deep male voice shouts at me.

I turn around, and I am faced with a tall brown brown-haired man. With olive skin and an angry look on his face. "Wh... what?" I ask scared out of my mind. I take a step away from the man in front of me. Trying to bring some form of relief.

Suddenly the man leans in and grabs me firmly on my right shoulder, and shoves my back to the wall behind me. "Who. The. Fuck. Are. You" the man asks slower, his hand still on my shoulder, but the rest of his arm is now firmly placed across both of my collarbones.

I try to speak, but I am unable to get any words out of my mouth. The man then grabs either side of my top, shoving me forward. He then grabs my left arm, quickly walking me down the corridor and around the corner. "Move! Capo will want to see this." He says to me. I stop walking and turn around, successfully pulling my arm out of the mans. "Move. Now." His voice is cold and dark.

"No," I tell him, shaking my head rapidly. "Please don't" I beg him.

"Come here!" He grabs my right forearm, painfully hard, and twists, pinning it to my lower back. "I don't know how you got in here. Or who you are, but if you're trying to spy on us, you're doing a pretty shit job."

Before I can reply in my defence, we walk up to a dark wooden door. The man knocks loudly, creating an echo. A few moments pass, and we are both greeted by a deep voice from the other side of the door telling us to "come in". The man leans over me, turning the handle and pushing the door to open, shoving me into the room.