Amnesiac

Tenth

The only sound to be heard in the whole place was the faint sound of Annie's radio from the kitchen. I am quite positive that if it wasn't for the sweet heart that Annie possesses and she didn't put her radio on, the house would be dead silent.

Annie was the only maid I wanted to talk to. She was the only maid in the house that seemed to treat me like I am a normal person. The other maids in the house just look at me like I'm some sort of a fragile thing and I might break any time soon and god, didn't I hate it. However, Annie is not close to my age. She was past 50 years old, and that was the good reason that a peaceful old song was playing through the place.

I was still under my mother's punishment. As painful as it sounds, I might have done every sweet approach a kid could do to a parent but mom won't falter. She just won't cut the damn grounded system that I am into.

"You seemed deep in thought, sweet pea," Annie speaks as we both wipe the dishes she finished washing. She's been calling me sweet pea since I asked her to make me milk, and to be honest, I am not complaining with her vegetable pet name for me.

"I'm still grounded." I laughed, letting a strand of black-blue hair to fall out of place. "And I was just thinking how I could probably cut myself some slack because being grounded is something that depresses me."

"I heard that it is bad for you to over think and feel depressed." She mentions.

I nod. "It is, but to be honest, I still feel the same way." I sighed. "My mom grounds me unreasonably, and my boyfriend, god. My boyfriend is stressing me out,"

"Tires you in the evening?" Annie asks knowingly.

I ignore the burning feel on my cheeks with her twisted dirty question. "I wish he does, but he doesn't." I said, "I mean, you're at my side when I tell you this, right?" I ask Annie and she smiles warmly at me. "I've been offering myself openly to him but he keeps on declining."

Annie's smile falters a bit. "Well that's a biggie," she says. "No offence, but no normal guy declines such a great offer!"

I turn to her, shocked. Normally, when a teenager tells someone about her/his sex life; elders would be disappointed for giving up their virtue without being bonded by the power of marriage. But Annie seems to set a different limitation at this moment.

I sigh. "I know, right."

Annie puts a wrinkled hand on my shoulder. "You know sweet pea, let's not deny the fact that there might be something wrong with your boyfriend for that matter," she says and I laugh with her.

Yeah, something must be wrong with my boyfriend. But the way my heart reacts to the said statement of Annie, I know that there is something big that is going on and that might be the reason of why Darren keeps on rejecting my welcoming for him between my legs. No matter how kinky that sounds.

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My ear was pressed firmly against the door. My mother's study was just a few doors down the hall, and I can practically hear her from my room. She was obviously talking to someone on a phone call and I am obviously eavesdropping. Well, not on the conversation, but on the cue for me to sneak into her study and try to find my phone and call Liz.

"Sure sir, I'll be there just shortly." She says and her voice sounds so muffled. "I have the reports and the contracts. I promise I'll be there in no time... okay sir, I'll be on my way then. Thank you so much."

I heard the clicking of her heels on the wooden floor of our house. I quickly ran towards the chair on my desk and pretended that I was writing on my journal, which is far from reality. The clicking of her heels depletes, and then soon, my door was opened.

"Andromeda?" she called.

I pretended to be busy the whole time and slowly looked up from my journal (which was actually flipped upside down because I am so stupid) then to her. "Yeah?" I asked, mustering my most innocent tone.

"I'll be going to work now." she declares. "I don't know when I'll be home."

I rolled my eyes. "Nothing's new about that, mom."

She rolled her eyes as well. Wow that was too common between the two of us. "Don't be so stubborn now, Andromeda. You're eighteen, not five."

"That's the point, I am eighteen and not five! I am in the legal age and I do not deserve being grounded!" I said, my hands flying up to the air as exasperation starts to get the best of me.

My mother's jaw clenched. "I am not sticking around for your immature tantrums, Andromeda. I'm going to work. I'll see you soon. Please do take your meds and write in your journal if you feel anything weird or something."

She purses her cherry red lips into a tight line after that, then exits my room. "Well I am not having tantrums because I am just pinpointing the fact in here!" I yelled after her.

How hard is it for a parent to understand that their kid is somewhat old enough to do what they want to do? And how hard is it for the parent to know that doing tantrums is different from defending what I actually meant?

I heard the rumbling of car engine from downstairs. I walked from the desk then to the window, and watched as my mother pulled away from the driveway then head towards her work. "Ugh."

Giving me some ten minute allowance to make sure she won't get back that instant was really something tight for someone impulsive, whom is me. As the last second of the ten minute allowance I set ticked off, I opened my room's door and slowly stride to my mother's study.

Her study was definitely open, seeing that she doesn't really mind if other people have access in her space. She doesn't have many materials in her study, just her computer and the endless stack of paper works that rested on her mahogany desk. Yes, mahogany, the same wood that KatnissEverdeen struck with a knife in The Hunger Games while they were in the train towards Capitol. We're wealthy, as I've mentioned before.

I opened multiple desks before finally finding my true love. My phone may not be the latest model of iPhones, but this little buddy of mine comes in handy.

I went out of the study and looked around the hall like some sort of a criminal. Maybe the movies I watched were just getting in my head. But maybe I am just pulsed for the fact that I am rebelling against my mom and I have my lovely phone in my pyjama's pocket at this second.

I went back to my room and grinned at myself. I have my damn phone in my pocket right now. I feel so giddy.

Thankful that it still has some battery percentage, I quickly punched in Liz's phone number and pressed the green phone logo on the side. Soon enough, the service was connecting my call to Liz.

Liz answered by third ring, which was a relief. "Andromeda? What happened to you? I haven't heard from you since the party, which by the way was five days ago! Is it you or is it your amnesia that caused you to forget how to call?"

I explained everything to Liz and told her everything she needs to get her filled in.

"Well, the Andromeda I know was a total badass and you're becoming her." I can hear Liz's grin over her statement. "Shit it, Andromeda, you snuck in your mother's study and grabbed your phone like a total badass trespasser! You're becoming yourself again, I am just so happy."

"I could tell." I chuckled. "Look, I really need you to do something for me."

"You have my attention and interest at this second, best friend." She giggles.

I tried to think of what I am about to do. This is no big deal, to be honest. I just really need to do this for some sort of assurance. And yes, it has to do with Darren. We haven't talked since the night I shooed him away from my room because of his issue with sleeping with me. As much as I sound so desperate from this, it is the only idea I have to prove myself that my amnesia is not the problem with my confusion for my feelings for Darren.

"Pick me up in ten minutes, you're going to drive me to Darren's." I finalized and hung up and started to clean myself and dress in something Darren would drool over.

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sorry for the long wait. :(