Amelia's pov
That lady who sits with me. Across the table. I do not recognize.
She has sea green eyes. She stares at me.
"Leave " she yells " I don't want to see the anymore."
That's right. my mom called me the.
It's different almost every day. When she has a client who has lots of money which she gets. She acts like all my bruises are from me falling.
One excuse was "oh she tripped and fell down the stairs" or " she was on her bike and fell of, she rolled all the way down a hill" in her I'm a caring mother voice. All her clients would believe her of course.
"CLEAN UP THIS MESS!" She yelled, throwing a plate at me. It hit my head. I tumbled onto the ground. I didn't sit and start to cry. She would throw another if I did. slowly got up and touched my forehead. "ok just blood " I thought She threw another plate at me "Faster" she yelled "I have a client in 15 minuets "
I cleaned up the mess each time i picked up a shard of glass making the glass cut me. when i was out daydreaming when i was brought back to this hell hole wIth a door bell ring.
"GO UP STAIRS " she yelled throwing me up the stairs by my hair making me fall.
Then opens the door. "Hello," she says in that romantic makes me want to get sick.
"Why don't we go down stairs." She is about to lead him down when surprisingly the man stops her with his hand and says " No, I would like to see Amelia Johnson"
my mother looks shocked. She pauses for a minuet.
"I'm sorry I can not do that" she responds.
"Well then I am going to have to take her, descendant of Poseidon" she glances at me in fear. "I-I -I d-d-ont know what your talking about "'she responds sounding scared.
"Oh we all know your a daughter of Poseidon, and then. well, your daughter because of that Well she's practically a god." The man says
" now give me her.""NO" I yell Then all I see is a white van crashing into our living room.