My Alpha My Witch

Amy

Amy’s POV

I can't say why the house was really quiet, but I hoped it wasn't something bad. I took my chances and stepped into the house, looking around for anything that seemed unusual.

“Ah, there she is!” My mother’s voice was bright, too bright. “Amy, come join us. We’re just about to sit down for dinner.”

I forced a smile, already feeling the weight of expectation settling on my shoulders. “I’ve got a lot of homework to catch up on,” I said, trying to keep my tone polite but firm. “I think I’ll just head upstairs.”

“Nonsense,” my mother replied, her smile never faltering. “You can do your homework later. Come and have dinner with us.”

Before I could argue further, my dad’s voice cut through the tension. “Let her go, Helena,” he said, his tone gentle but authoritative. “If Amy says she has work to do, let her be.”

My mother hesitated, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at me, but she finally nodded. “Fine. But don’t stay up too late, Amy.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I said, flashing him a grateful look before heading upstairs. The last thing I wanted was to sit through a dinner with David and his parents, pretending like everything was perfect when it was anything but.

I reached my room and closed the door behind me, leaning against it with a sigh of relief. At least up here, I could breathe. But my reprieve was short lived. A few minutes later, there was a knock on my door.

David stood in the doorway, staring at me like I stole his treasure “Amy, what’s going on with you?”

“Nothing,” I replied, my voice clipped as I turned away from him and walked to my desk. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine,” he said, following me into the room. “Is it that guy?”

I froze, my hand hovering over my chair. “What guy?”

“The one at the party,” David said, his voice growing tense. “The one I saw you with outside Mel’s house. Is he bothering you?”

I felt my temper flare, hot and sudden. “Are you stalking me now?” The words came out louder than I intended, I was fuming with the thoughts that David was actually monitoring me, why? Because I was his fiancee? My voice echoed through the room as I kept talking to him not to watch me like I was his younger sister. I didn’t realize I was shouting until I heard my parents at the door.

“Amy, what’s going on?” My mother’s voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of anger that had settled over me.

I turned to face them, frustration boiling over. “I won’t be staying home tonight,” I declared, my eyes flashing with defiance. “And why did you even call me down here in the first place?”

David stood there, looking bewildered as I ignored him completely. My mother’s expression softened, but there was still a firmness in her voice when she spoke. “We’re having a family dinner, Amy. I wanted you to help me cook since David’s parents are here, and it would be nice for all of us to spend time together.”

The idea of it made my skin crawl, and I couldn’t hide my disgust. “And you didn’t think to tell me this earlier? You just expect me to drop everything and play the perfect hostess?”

“It’s just dinner, Amy, not an engagement,” my mother replied, her patience wearing thin. “I know you’re stressed, but there’s no need to make such a big deal out of this.”

David shifted uncomfortably beside me. “I can leave if you don’t want me here, Amy. It’s fine.”

But before I could respond, my mother intervened, her tone leaving no room for argument. “No, David, you’re staying. Amy will join us for dinner, and that’s final.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but the look in her eyes silenced me. With a resigned sigh, I nodded. “Fine. Whatever.”

We made our way downstairs, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was being dragged to a date I never agreed to. David walked beside me, his silence speaking volumes. I could tell he was trying to be understanding, but the tension between us was thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Mum, we're leaving," David called out to his mum. "Have fun on your dinner date!" she replied cheerfully. I forced a smile, as they all watched us leave the house. We walked further to the garage, my phone beeped, and I quickly unlocked it to see who the text was from. When I read the message, I felt my expression tighten.

“Is everything alright?” David asked, noticing the shift. I nodded, forcing a smile, but couldn’t bring myself to say anything. My thoughts raced as I stared at the screen.

I pulled the handle of the car to open the door, but it didn’t budge. I frowned, giving it another tug, and suddenly, the handle snapped off in my hand.

“What the….” I stared at the broken piece of metal in my hand, my mind struggling to process what had just happened. “How did that even….?.”

David looked at the handle in my hand, his brow furrowed in confusion. “That’s weird. You barely touched it.”

I shook my head, trying to make sense of it. “I don’t know what happened. I just... I barely pulled on it, and it broke.”

“Don’t worry about it,” David said, taking the handle from me. “I’ll get it fixed. It’s probably just old.”

But something about the whole situation felt off, like a c***k had appeared in the carefully constructed facade of my life, and I wasn’t sure how to repair it. The fact that such a simple action, something as mundane as opening a car door, had gone so wrong unnerved me in a way I couldn’t explain.