Jamaica

Chapter Thirteen

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Making coffee for this mysterious 'Amber' was nerve-wracking; I was somewhat elated to be faced by the prospect of a making a friend but then what if she was just as crazy as my master... After all, birds of the same feather flock together. I nervously wiped my sweaty palms against the pair of extremely colourful leggings my master had recently bought me before placing the jug, a mug and some painkillers on a metal tray and picking it up. My hands trembled slightly as I tried to walk as normally as possible on wobbly knees.
"Miss Amber..." I called outside the door of the room opposite mine. Perhaps I had spoken too softly so I called again - a little louder this time.
"Fuck off, Dimitri!" A groggy Amber yelled.
"I'm Jamaica." I said, trying to sound cool so that she could perhaps find me more likable - and failing hopelessly. "I brought you some coffee..." I heard shuffling inside the room and took a preservative step back. The door was slowly swung open and my eyes widened at the sight of her. She looked worse than she did yesterday - with a white dressing gown wrapped around her, her hair looked less like a red nest and more like a mop that had been used to mix red soil. She had bags under her soft hazel eyes and it seemed that her eye makeup had been smudged in her sleep and as a consequence, she strongly resembled a raccoon. However, despite her drastic appearance, I couldn't help myself from comparing myself to her and feeling slightly downhearted because I still felt less desirable.
"Come on in." She tried to smile but faltered most probably due to a headache. I slowly stepped in, suddenly finding the simple and straightforward act of walking with a tray in hand easier said than done. My hands trembled violently and I could barely hear the loud clinking of porcelain against metal over my out of control heart. I took small steps while I watched the steaming black liquid slosh around in the glass jug. I slowly set the tray on the empty dressing table and let out a small shaky breath because I no longer had to worry about breaking anything and having a repeat of what happened last time with my master. I am not emotionally equipped to spend a night in that awful basement again.
"Thanks." Amber mumbled with a palm to her forehead as I walked past her. I simply nodded timidly in return and left her room.
That wasn't so bad... Right? The fact that Amber hadn't yelled at me specifically for waking her up made me feel slightly less terrified of the idea of us becoming friends. It made no sense to me that I was the one who had always longed to be someone's friend and yet when the opportunity presented itself, I found myself lacking the balls to make the first move.
"Pussy..." I imagined my master sneer mockingly in my face. I am NOT a coward! Thinking it was easy but doing it was something else. Being brave, I mean.

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I decided to make a big fancy dinner for everyone - it was just for Amber... And my master but saying "everyone" made it sound less like a two people eating and more like well... A big fancy dinner. In truth the dinner wasn't even big or fancy because my cooking was barely anything to talk about and also, it was meant for two people - was anything but big. Lazily leaning against the cool granite counter top, I looked back at the steaming lasagne (a.n - let's pretend lasagne isn't cliché as fuck...) in front of me. I sighed as I tried not to worry about whether or not Amber would like it, I even cut myself when cutting some celery for the salad. Darn nerves!
Amber walked into the kitchen just before I turned away to get the plates. She'd been in her room all day - it was nearly 6 pm and unsurprisingly, she came in parading her natural beauty, wavy hair and freckles and all.
"Hey, there." She smiled, slightly enthusiastically - or maybe it was just me.
"Hi..." I smiled back. Don't smile too widely, you might creep her out! The last thing you want to do is mess this up, Jamaica.
"Mmmm, its like you read my mind. I'm starving." Amber said as she lifted her nose up in the air and inhaled deeply. I blushed slightly for some reason at her comment.
"I'm almost done, miss Amber."
"Oh, please..." Amber replied as she waved a perfectly manicured hand at me. "Just call me Amber."
Amber refused to eat in the dining area because she "preferred to eat in the kitchen..." but I set the dining table anyways - for my master (even though I doubt he'll eat). Amber was easy to talk to and I was glad for that.
"How on earth have you managed to live with Dimitri's moody ass for so long?" She asked as she chewed on her salad. I couldn't help but chuckle at her brave remark.
"I avoid him a lot... And he's almost never around so I guess its not that difficult..."
"Ooh, you avoid him, huh?" She chuckled animatedly. "I bet its 'cause of his hot bod." She said as she wriggled her eyebrows.
"No... Its not that." I said, suddenly feeling awkward. "Its just that I don't know how to handle him sometimes..." I mumbled as I poked at the food on my plate - Amber said she can't stand the idea of eating around someone who hasn't eaten.
"He seduced you, didn't he? That bastard."
"He hasn't seduced me..." I said as I debated whether or not I could tell Amber about the 'arrangement' between my master and I. Its too soon, Jamaica. Gosh, you've had only one conversation with her, don't tell her secrets that aren't even yours to tell just because you need something to talk about. "He scares me, that's all." I decided to say instead.
"He still doesn't like humans?"
"He reminds me almost every time he sees me." I sadly confirmed with a sigh as I stood up and washed my plate in the sink. An awkward silence then settled between us for a while. Shifting uncomfortably against the edge of the sink, I decided to break it.
"How did you come to know my master?" Amber smiled slightly before answering.
"He came to me a few years ago... He needed my help with something - I couldn't help him, unfortunately, but we still became friends... With benefits."
"Oh..." Of course they've shagged each other... "You're a witch too?"
"But of course... Wait, too?"
"Her name was Amelia... but she's dead now... Master... He..." Memories of that day came flooding back. I had done my very best not to think about her but now that I had brought it up... I wasn't going to cry though, I think I had ran out of tears by that point - I just had a lump in my throat.
"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, Amelia was the one who cursed him..." she said as she brought her now empty plate to the sink. Amber placed her palm on my shoulder as she searched my now shocked eyes.
"Master was cursed?" I whispered, eyes wide in realisation and horror. "He was cursed to lash out on people???"
"Not necessarily but its the reason why he came to me a few years ago... He wanted me to lift the curse." my heart felt split in half; what the hell am I supposed to believe now?!
"I didn't mean to overwhelm you like this. Its not even my place to tell you these things. Dimitri will have my head if he finds out I told you about the curse." Amber said. However, she didn't seem worried about the fact that that was entirely possible since this was my master we were talking about. "Oh my gosh, its 9 o'clock and you must be exhausted. I'm surprised I haven't talked you to sleep yet." Amber gasped suddenly. I wasn't going to deny and say that I wasn't tired because I was very tired and I very badly wanted to hit the bed.
"Its fine, really. I enjoy your company. Its nice to finally have someone to talk to." I smiled genuinely for the first time in a long time. "Goodnight." I said.
"Goodnight." Amber smiled back before giving me a tight hug and letting go.

What's that you say? I'm back? But of course I'm back. Hell, I even think I'm here to stay. Writer's Block can kiss Dimitri's fine, fine butt cheeks...