The Bet (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 39

Daniel's POV

"Well, I've got to give it to you kid, you've finally done something right." My mother's voice rang through her office, I sighed deeply looking at the floor, my body sulking even deeper into the luxurious leather chair in front of her desk, she didn't seem to care.

"Daniel, don't you see what this means? We have nothing to worry about now, we're safe." She said happily, reaching for a glass of scotch. I shrugged my shoulders, still feeling undeniably guilty. I didn't know that it would affect me that much, but then again, I didn't have any other choice, did I? There was nothing for me, but to do my mother's bidding. She made sure of that.

"Did the scholarship go through?" I asked plainly. At least that had been something good my mother had done, even though her intentions were far from innocent. She scoffed before answering.

"Oh yeah, I had to spend a substantial amount of money to ensure that it went through, but at least she'll be far away from us, and more specifically, far away from Michael. After all, there's nothing keeping her in this city anymore." She said with a smirk.

My heart clenched. I didn't really have anything against Amy, or even Katherine for that matter. Amy seemed to be a sweet girl, always kept to herself and never caused trouble. I haven't really talked to her before, but it didn't take much to figure out that she wasn't a bad person.

It was heartbreaking to see her in that position, I had never seen someone look so undeniably broken as she was on the day she discovered about the bet. But I knew that I had no choice, my mom wanted her far away. And the only way to ensure that, without any forcible approaches, was to make her willingly want to leave.

And as for Katherine, I never knew she would actually fall in love with her. I had purposely chosen her for this because I knew she hated Amy, and in the end, she wouldn't end up hurt. She might had even gotten a kick out of it. Oh how wrong I was, apparently this whole thing backfired and she ended up falling for the girl. And there's nothing I could do about that.

"You know, I was actually disappointed the girl made it, it would have been so much easier if she just didn't wake up from that coma of hers. We wouldn't have had to spend any money with her tuition then." My mother muttered, more as a way of thinking to herself than of speaking to me.

"I wonder how she paid for her medical expenses, maybe Katherine did it. Way to put her in a leash. You know, if circumstances were different, I might even like the girl. We're very similar in some aspects." She added, the tone of amusement barely hidden in her voice. I sighed but she just shrugged her shoulders as she continued to talk.

"But well, it doesn't matter, the only thing that matters is that dear Amy is out of our lives for good." I nodded, knowing that by now she didn't even care if I were there or not. I had delivered the good news and that was all that mattered for her.

I just sighed and got up, heading out, and thinking about how 'lovely' this dysfunction little family of ours was.

Amy's POV

I looked down at the bottle of Fentanyl lying on my hand. Two weeks, two weeks had passed since that dreadful day, and still here I was, a shadow of what I used to be...

I took a deep breath, looking down at the bottle. It would be so easy to just do it, I would just simply fall asleep, and wouldn't wake up. Countless of people had done it before me, so, why shouldn't I? I didn't want to live with the pain anymore.

I should have been already used to it by now. With the years of abuse, betrayal and sadness, but the truth was, I wasn't used to it. If anything, the happiness I felt with her, in the short amount of time we were together, only made it harder for me to accept that it was over. Or better yet, that it had never really happened.