I lay on the bed with Amelia just staring at her, maybe this is gonna be our lives now just stuck with this man. I really thought this would be over when she told me she knew, but Anthony always finds a way to to foil all my plans, the door opens causing me to jump and move away from Anthony who walks in with fresh clothes, he looked like he just showered.
“Tammy’s left, I had her see sense” he starts closing the door behind him walking towards the bed, he gently picks Amelia up placing her into her coat.
Is he gonna do to me whatever he’s done to Tammy? I quickly get up from the bed darting to the other side of the room, I run to the door managing to open it slightly but it’s soon slammed closed. Anthony proceeds to trap me against the wall and him, I look up at him terrified while he wore the same smile on his face.
“Where are you going doll? We need to talk about what happened down there with Tammy, I know she put all those weird stories in your head so I don’t blame you” he starts I just stood frozen staring at his face as he starts to lean in closer “I know you would never leave me, we care about each other way to much don’t we doll?” He asks pausing waiting for my answer, I continue to stare at his face terrified, not knowing how to answer the question, he gives me a look saying to answer again without speaking.
“Before you came back I tried to um, explain to her that I was no missing person and she was wrong, that’s why I was crying as I was…. frustrated that she wouldn’t believe me” I answer him trying to think of an excuse on the spot, he smiles looking down at me while tucking a piece of her behind my ear.
“That’s what I thought happened doll I just had to check, I know you’d never believe a single word that came out of that crazy ladies mouth” he smiles leaning down towards me but freezes when his phone starts to ring, he sighs moving one hand from the wall pulling his phone out.
“It’s Anthony” he starts a serious look on his face which soon fades to worry “mother, I didn’t know you had this number” he replies fully moving from the wall so I was free, I didn’t dare move though, not wanting to anger him more.
He slowly paces around the room running his hand through his hair, his hands visibly shaking as he continued to pace.
“I know I should have called mother but it’s been a crazy few years for me” he finally speaks sitting down on the edge of the bed his head resting on his hand “no, I didn’t want to keep them away from you, I couldn’t come back for a while mother” he continues nervously, why would he be nervous talking to his own mother?
Once he hangs up, the phone comes in contact with the wall smashing, I still had my back up against the other wall just staring at Anthony who held his head in his hands. Would it be wise to ask him what’s up? I don’t want him to take his anger out on me due to the phone call, but if I don’t ask he might get offended that I hadn’t asked and get angry anyway. I run all these different scenarios in my head for a few seconds, deciding it’s probably best to ask I take very small steps away from the wall inching my way closer to him.
“Is everything okay?” I quietly ask fear creeping it’s way through my body, I was nervous he didn’t hear me but he runs his hand over his face with a sigh.
“Yeah I just had a phone call with someone I didn’t think I would for awhile” he sighs keeping it vague, oh come on dude you could give me a little more information than that.
I continue to walk slowly forward until I reach the side of the bed where he sat in the same place, I’m acting as though I’m getting close to a dangerous bear! I mean he’s just a man who has recently proven he has severe anger issues.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” I question moving a tiny bit closer to him, he looks up at me which immediately causes me to freeze and regret ever asking that question.
He holds my gaze for a second but nods moving aside leaving me a space on the bed to sit beside him, okay maybe he isn’t gonna kill me just yet. I slowly move to sit beside him placing my hands in my lap as he continues to look towards the floor, so who’s gonna start this conversation off? I can’t be the one that asks all the questions, I might ask the wrong ones.
“That was my mother on the phone” he starts his gaze now moved to his interlocked hands, really that’s where we’re starting this? He said mother multiple times if he wasn’t talking to her I’d be kind of alarmed “let’s just say we don’t have a very good relationship, somehow she found out I’m back and brought company” he explains sending me a quick look after than over to Amelia.
“My parents always pressured my sister and me when we were growing up to be very successful, my mother was a lawyer and my father was banker so that’s what they wanted from us” he explains still looking towards the floor, I mean they are very respectful jobs they probably would want the best for their children “my sister had all the brains and was able to follow in my mothers footsteps and became a lawyer, but me, I was always seen as the trouble maker that never listened in school and just broke the rules” he continues looking over at me for a second, I send him a little smile for him to continue which he does.
“My mother would totally blank me growing up, she’d direct all her attention to her perfect daughter and just forget about her disappointment of a son. That’s the reason I would act up, so she’d show me a little attention even if it was her shouting” he continues I could tell he was getting upset, should I comfort him? I mean that would feel so awkward but wouldn’t it be wrong if I didn’t?