Deep Down (UNEDITED)

Try Me

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                                                                                     AMARA

"This is not how I raised you. You don't slap women even when they deserve it, understood?" It was more of an order than a question, which hit the boy hard.

The boy who first stared at his feet now looked up at his father and then let his eyes rest on me. If one look could kill I had already died 100 times.

"I know father, but she is not a woman. A woman is known for her manners, elegance and kindness. And she has none of those qualities," he said with a false grin on his face as he kept looking at me. "So I don't see any reason why I can't teach her to be a woman."

He crossed the line now. I folded my napkin back and put it on the table. Slowly I moved my chair back and stood up. With slow steps I approached the boy until I was only 5 cm away from him.

"And what makes you a real man? Your arrogant behavior? Your aggressiveness?" I laughed for a moment before continuing "Wait no I know your little p***s, that will be it. So I suggest, boy, that you grow up yourself before you even consider judging anyone." the last words I spit in his face.

There was a red glow on his face and I saw that his fists were clenched. I smiled falsely at him and walked back to the dining table. Walking to the table with my back to him was a bad idea.

I had only taken two steps or I already felt nails in my arms. I turned around and saw a knife in his right hand. Is this family crazy? He was ready to stab, but was stopped by a figure that was 2 heads taller than him.

"That's enough, Pedro," said Vladimir, holding both his arms. "Give me the knife"

Vladimir had just said it or Pedro was already listening and the knife ended up in his hand.

"All right, now I suggest you go to your room and cool off, okay?" Vladimir sounded almost fatherly. The boy nodded and turned around and walked to the corridor until he had disappeared around the corner. Vladimir now turned around to me.

"Try to keep your big mouth shut a little bit near Pedro. It could cost you your life if I don't stop him." said Vladimir cold as he walked back to the table, I followed him softly and took my seat again.

"e-ehm sorry for my little outburst". I said ashamed while staring at the ground.

"It's okay Pedro can be a bit fiery sometimes. I looked up and saw the man who had preached a lecture to perdo give me a warm smile. "And besides, I like women who can stand up for themselves." he said smiling.

"I didn't know that we now also support idiots?"I looked at the other side of the table and saw Vladimir leaning back from his glass of whiskey. He saw me staring and gave me a chilly grin. Vladimir's father ignored him and continued.

"So Amara, may I call you that or would you prefer Mrs. Verondale?" He asked kindly...

"Call me Amara," I kindly told him.

"So Amara, tell me more about yourself. We've heard from your father about you, but not much." I had to swallow hard and saw the look of Max and Rosaline resting on me. Time to do some acting.

"I'm not that interesting, but okay. I've been doing martial arts since I was 6, I got my first medal when I was 8," I said looking at Rosaline.

"Later, I had to spend a lot of time at my father's office because I wasn't allowed to stay at home alone, so I did some paperwork around the age of 14 and decided to become an accountant. That's about it."

It stayed quiet at the table for a while before someone answered "Didn't you forget something?" I now turned my head to Alex's face.

"I-I don't think so, no?" I said stuttering. I ruined it, didn't I? It would've been dead if they'd already gotten a file about Rosaline. They'd know I was lying.

"Don't be so modest you graduated with great distinction." Alex said laughing. I sighed loudly and showed a made smile. I would have almost died on the spot.

"Excuse me for a moment. I'm going to go to the toilet," I said softly and got up.

"At the end of the corridor to the right," said Alex. I nodded and left the dining room with small steps.

My heart was still racing when I reached the toilet. I can't cope with what a disturbed family this is. I couldn't think of ever becoming part of that family. I sighed as I washed my hands and quickly dried them with the towel next to the sink.

I just wanted to get out of the toilet when I heard crackling in the hallway that came closer and stopped in front of the door. s**t which psychopath is coming to kill me now. I quickly went into one of the three pits of the toilet, but didn't lock the door from the toilet. Is it weird to hide from people you "know"? No, not in this case.

I heard the door open and heard the clicking of shoes as the person came in. The person went past every toilet. I could hear him stay in front of mine. I felt my heart beating in my throat. I'm dead i thought. But the person changed their mind and I heard the door of the toilet slam shut, finally.

I carefully put my feet on the floor and came out of the toilet. I walked hyperventilated to the sink and let the cold water run. I leaned forward and plunged the cold water into my face. I wanted to straighten up again, but two hands tangled in my hair and pushed my face next to the sink. So that the only thing I saw was the faucet.

I wanted to start shouting when he pulled one hand out of my hair and put it in front of my mouth while he pulled my hair back with his other hand and my head ended up in my neck. I knew I should never have come here. I would die a lonely death here.

I felt something wet on my neck and it took a while before I realized it was lips. I let a soft sigh escape when the person gently bit my neck. When he started to suck I got the jitters in my belly and it became more difficult to control my moaning. But then it came to me What am I doing?

"Why are you lying?" said the person, I couldn't recognize the voice because it was a bit distorted and that made me angry. "Let go of me you son of a b***h!" I shouted.

All the person did was laugh "One moment you're still moaning in for me and the next you're cursing at me, isn't that a bit contradictory?" I wanted to let go of my cursing gun, but he was ahead of me.

His hands had found their way to my hips, he squeezed them hard and I collapsed a little bit.

"Someday you'll moan my name with pleasure, but now you hate me" he whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes when I felt his warm breath disappear from my neck and heard the door of the toilet close again. He was gone