Amanda - S02 E03 (Story Episode)

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Amanda - S02 E03 (Story Episode)

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‘Where would you like to go Ma’m’? She had waved a cab down.

‘That address’ Wendy offered him a piece of paper.

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Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably; she couldn’t get over what had happened the night before.

She had just lost her virginity to the man she desired and he told her everything that happened was a mistake.

He had kissed her so passionately; he clung to her body like his life depended on it; his touch was sweet and delighting and she didn’t want it to end. He had torn her veil and exposed her to the world of sinful pleasure. Even as she cried, she thought about the way he made her feel; he yearned for his hands all over her body.

‘Mandy! It’s morning, aren’t you going to work today’? Her mother knocked on her door.

‘I’ll be out soon, can you give me some time’? Amanda quickly wiped her face and straightened on the bed.

‘Sure, meanwhile, Lucy is hungry, I am really loving her though’ her mother said.

‘That’s nice mother, but Lucy isn’t really mine, I’ll be taking it back to the owner’ Amanda informed her mother.

She fetched a mirror and stared at her face; it was puffy from crying and sobbing; she needed to take Lucy back to Greg and everything that reminded her of him.

‘I can’t wait to see your face, you have a lot of explaining to do’ her mother wheeled away.

She didn’t offer a response; instead she ran her fingers over her face and her brown hair.

‘This is not me, this is not who I am’ she sighed. She was going to take back her God given hair color, she was blonde and blue eyed and there was no shame in that.

Her phone beeped and she fetched it, she guessed Alex had called to check up on her. Her best friend would probably think she was having a hangover and she had called to offer tips on how to get over it.

Her heart raced as she saw his name; she inhaled sharply.

‘Son of a …’ she trailed off.

Greg had just transferred half a million dollars into her account, was this still part of her supposed salary?

‘Are you okay in there’? The woman had returned, she heard her daughter cursing.

‘Morning mother, there is an important matter I must attend to’ Amanda slipped on a dress and moved towards the door.

‘What’s going on with you Mandy, you’ve been acting strangely of late? Talk to me baby’ her mother wheeled next to her.

Tears filled her eyes as she stared at the woman she had made a promise to; she broke that promise in the heat of passion and now she regretted it.

She had given herself to a man who cared nothing about her; who had just objectified her by transferring such a huge amount of money into her bank account.

Was he paying for the sex or what? Did he think she had sex with him because of money?

‘I am fine. Trust me, I got this’ Amanda replied, fetched the cage that contained Lucy and moved out.

‘I trust you. I hope you know what you’re doing’ Mrs. Atkins cried. What had just happened felt so familiar.

When she had started dating Amanda’s father, she had begun to hide things from her mother; she had started drifting into her own world and that was how she had made a grave mistake of marrying an abusive man. She shuddered at the thought of her daughter towing the same path.

‘Talking helps, I hope you talk to me before you do something stupid’ Mrs. Atkins stared at Amanda’s childhood picture as she cried.

Minutes later, there was a ringing. The doorbell cried.

Who could that be? She wheeled towards the door in wonder, she wasn’t expecting anyone.

‘The door is open’ she yelled.

Slowly, the barrier creaked and split open and she was faced with a very attractive redhead.

‘Hello good morning’ the lady paused.

‘Morning, can I help you’? Mrs. Atkins was sure she had never seen this face before.

‘More like, can I help you? Obviously you’re the one in the wheelchair’ Wendy scoffed and ran her eyes over the woman.

‘Excuse me? You don’t just walk in here and talk to me like that; I think you should leave’ Mrs. Atkins said firmly.

‘Cut the crap. I am looking for your daughter, Amanda’ Wendy decided she was at the right place as her eyes were fixed on Amanda’s picture on the wall.

‘Ma’m, you have to leave now, else I’ll call the police’ she threatened.

‘I’ll be quick, you see this man over here’? She fetched a photograph from her bag.

‘I guess you do, he is super rich and famous, so, I know your daughter has been fired; but I don’t trust her one bit, tell her to stay away from him else the consequences would be dire. Goodbye’ Wendy walked out with a hiss.

Leaving the older woman terrified and perplexed.