Amouranna, better known as Amora, has always seen the world differently from everybody else. Being rich and having everything handed to her on a silver platter was all she knew. After being roughly pushed into a new environment, she must awaken from...
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A few days later..
It had been a few days since Amora was nearly gunned down in the middle of the road. She hadn't told anybody anything about it, and didn't plan on it. Her mother, Heidi, was distant. It wasn't like Heidi to be as concerned and snappy as she was and it was starting to scare Amora. She wasn't allowed to leave and if she did, it had to be with Ace. However, Ace didn't care for her and she knew it. The events from the begging of the week had Amora jumpy to say the least. She was more than nervous, she was terrified to even walk to the end of the driveway.
The news was crawling with headlines of her father and his "mysterious" murder. For some reason, neither her nor her mother had been reported missing. Their Audi thankfully hadn't been found but investigators knew a vehicle was missing. From what Amora knew before that fatal night, Dreyell wasn't the monster everyone was painting him out to be. However, she lived a sheltered life. She was far from stupid but she'd never experienced a hardship. Living in Crown Heights was bothering her. At night, she heard gunshots that kept her awake due to her newfound PTSD. During the day, she was bored but she now had a phone. Heidi stressed how important it was for her to not contact anyone from home and let them know where she was. It wasn't difficult to ignore everyone because Amora never had many friends. She was more of a loner, due to the status of her father.
As the days passed, Amora grew increasingly bored. Either she could stay inside and be eaten by her thoughts or she could leave with Ace while her mother was God knows where. Since they had no access to money, she was uncomfortable. Asking anybody to do anything for her especially when she was helpless was nearly impossible. If she was going to get out the house, she was going to need Ace. While she was getting ready, she found herself trying to get cute with the little she had taken with her. In the bathroom, she stared in the mirror. Her complexion was even but the bags under her eyes told another story. She had on a regular white long sleeve fitted dress and paired them with her Tory Burch sandals. It wasn't much, but because she looked as good as she did, her outfit looked better than she thought. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek, low bun.
The only number that was saved in Amora's phone was conveniently Ace's. Nadira seemed to not have a phone because she was a private person with not much family, either. Heidi also didn't have a phone for obvious reasons. She hadn't been around the small house much but Amora didn't dare ask her whereabouts. She knew her place. Sighing, Amora stared out the window with safety bars on it that looked onto the street. The neighborhood was strikingly quiet, considering the amount of people that live there. It was a step short of the projects. Never did Amora had to feel unsafe, nor had she experienced what it was like to be poor. At this moment, she was still stuck in her ways of sticking her nose up at the sound of anything less than luxury.
Picking up her new iPhone that was only a 6s, thanks to Nadira, her finger lingered on his name. There was nothing else on the phone like social medias, which she was banned from for now. Biting her lip, she clicked on the contact as it rang. After the first ring, the phone went directly to voicemail. She rolled her eyes and saw a typing bubble appear.
