Scandal 2 ❤ An Interracial Love Story

Chapter 3:

*Amayah*

"Mom What Did You Do?" I Asked In Shock. I Watched The News Report And Saw The Video Of Me And Mayor Adkins Playing Repeatedly On Every News Channel.

"I Did What Should've Been Done When You Brought That Video To My Attention! The Mayor Needs To Be Exposed And Knocked Off That High Horse Of His." My Mom Said.

"I Couldn't Agree With You More, But Mom...This Is Horrible Timing!" I Said.

"Why?" She Asked. I Looked Over At Brandon And Back At My Mom.

"Because That Sex Tape Ordeal Has Finally Been Laid To Rest, And Now...I Have To Deal With This!" I Said. I Grabbed My Chest As I Started Having An Anxiety Attack.

"Amayah Calm Down." Brandon Said.

"Exactly! You Need To Relax And Take A Few Deep Breaths." She Said.

"Mom...I....You...Why..." I Said, Hyperventilating. Brandon Ran Into The Kitchen To, I Guess, Grab Me A Bag; While My Mom Sat Me Down On The Couch.

"Amayah Baby Breath. Breath. Take A Deep Breath In...And Take A Deep Breath Out." She Said. I Did What I Was Told As I Continued To Do It. Brandon Returned With A Glass Of Water As He Handed It To My Mom.

"Here...Take A Sip And Calm Down." She Said. I Took Small Sips As My Breathing Slowly Got Back To Normal.

"Are You Calm?" Brandon Asked Me. I Nodded.

"Good...Now Listen To Me. I've Scheduled You Some Back To Back Interviews So Everyone Can Get Your Side Of The Story. This Fucked Up Town Needs To Know That They Have A Fucked Up Mayor." My Mom Said. Is It Wrong That I Don't Want To Go Through With This? I Don't Know What That Stupid Ass Mayor Is Capable Of, And I Don't Want To Find Out.

"Just Think About It. I'll Be Right Back. My Phone Is Ringing Off The Hook." She Said, As She Stepped Into The Hallway. I Covered My Face And Sighed.

"You Know You Don't Have To Do This If You Don't Want To." Brandon Said.

"I Know, But...I Don't Know. I'm So Confused." I Said.

"I Understand, But I Think You Should Go For It. This Man Belittled You And Your Daughter! If You Won't Do It For Yourself...Do It For Her. Do It For Jazz." He Said. Ugh! He Was Right. He Was So Right!

"You're Right. That Just Made My Entire Decision So Much Easier." I Said. He Kissed My Hand And Smiled.

"You Know I'll Be There Every Step Of The Way." He Said.

"I Know. You're So Amazing." I Said. I Grabbed His Face And Kissed His Lips. He Deepened The Kiss As He Grabbed My Back And Pulled Me Closer To Him. My Mom Walked Back In And Brandon And I Both Jumped.

"Thank You So Much. Bye." My Mom Said. I Hope She Didn't See What Was Just Going On.

"Who Was That?" I Asked.

"The Press. They Want You To Do Another Press Conference To Discuss This Matter." She Said.

"Mom This Is Way Too Much!" I Said.

"How?" She Said.

"Because It Is! Ugh Ya'll Just Get Out! I Can't Deal With All This Shit Right Bullshit Right Now!" I Snapped. I Got Up And Stormed To My Room. I Know My Mom Does Things Before She Can Think About It, But This Time...She's Went Too Far.

"Amayah Marie Washington! Who The Hell Do You Think You're Talking To? You Might Be Grown And All, But Let's Get One Thing Straight...I Am Still Your Mother And The Next Time You Talk Or Cuss At Me Again Then I'ma Knock Your Teeth Into The Back Of Your Throat! Do I Make Myself Clear?" She Snapped.

"Yes Ma'am." I Murmured.

"Good! You're Not Too Old To Be Beat My Girl! You Better Watch Yourself!" She Said.

"Oh My God! Okay! I Hear You!" I Snapped. She Raised Her Hand And Acted As If She Was Gonna Hit Me. I Flinched As I Covered My Face.

"Keep Playing With Me Amayah! Your Ass Is Gon End Up In The Damn Hospital!" She Said.

"Wouldn't Be The First Time." I Said, Talking About The George Situation.

"Mumble Something Else Heffa! I'm Going Home So You Can Take A Minute To Calm Down!" She Said. She Walked Out Of The Room And Then Out Of The House. I Really Hoped Brandon Didn't Hear That Conversation, But I'm Sure He Did. I Didn't Even Bother To Go Back Into The Living Room. I Just Crawled Under My Covers And Grabbed My Phone. I Noticed I Had A Miss Call And A Voicemail From...Liam? What The Hell?

"Amayah It's Liam. I Don't Know What You Did Or Why You Did It, But That Was A Low Blow! Setting My Father Up Because You're Mad At Me Is Beyond Unforgivable! You Need To Fix This Before My Dad Comes After You!"

Was This A Threat? Or Was This A Warning? Maybe Both. I Called Liam Back, But His Phone Went Straight To Voicemail. Typical. Here We Go...Phone Tag And I'm It.

"Liam It's Amayah. I'm Not Sure If Your Voicemail Was A Threat Or A Warning, But I'd Keep Whatever It Was Down To A One. Got That? I Don't Have Time To Deal With This Irrelevant He Say, She Say Stuff! And By The Way...I'm Not Mad At You. Your Dad Rigged The DNA Test So You Would Cut Me Off. He Won't Be Rigging The Next One Though. Have A Bless A Day." I Said, Hanging Up. Let's See If He'll Catch On To That. Until Then...The Ball Is In His Court, And I'm Taking A Nap. Peace.