Chapter 2 Her Trauma Resurfacing

"Gregor?" A green eyed girl called walking into a room. The room looked dark, turning her phone light, she spotted the figure curled up on the bed.

"Gregor" her voice cracked, walking closer she saw someone else on the bed, Gregory, who looked very identical to Gregor.

Seeing the panic on their sister's face, the two laughed out.

"Why do you look so scared Felicity?" Gregor asked turning on the light.

Felicity shivered. In a haste, she threw herself at them, loud sobs disturbing the serene night.

The boys glanced at each other, shrugged, then held her tighter.

"I...promise we'd grow old together?" Felicity muttered choosing not to tell them about the numerous nightmares she had been having.

"Of course you silly little girl" The two said simultaneously.

Felicity nodded, then withdrew. She stared at them intently but something suddenly felt wrong. They were both putting on their signature smiles, non moving.

"Gregor? Gregory?" She called out nervous. She stretched her hands to touch them but then heard a familiar name.

Turning around, she fled out of the house, the figure in hot pursuit of her.

.....

"Amelia...Amelia!" Uncle Dan called nervously, shaking the petite looking figure curled on the bed.

Amelia awoke with a jerk. She threw a glance at Dan, then stood up and headed for her balcony.

She took out a pack of cigarette she had grabbed on her way out. Tore it open and took It out with shaky hands.

"Maximus Brugel" she spat out with Venom. Shutting her eyes, tears involuntarily fell.

"I'm heading back to New York under the name Felicity Winter" Dan who had followed her out, nodded. Stared at her for some minutes, then turned around and exited the room.

No sooner had he left the room did he heard the sound of things being snatched. Angrily, he balled his fists and walked out angrily.

Back at the balcony, Amelia lowered herself onto the floor, sobbing as she smoked.

"I wonder how it feels smoking?" Her little petite voice flooded her ears.

Hearing her, her two elder brothers felt alerted. They both left their respective works to the sitting room where she sat watching the TV.

"Felicity, Smoking is really bad for the health." Gregor said.

"Health officers says smokers are liable to die young" Gregory chirped.

Little Felicity didn't seem convinced. There was a trace of mischievousness In her eyes, seeing she wasn't going to compromise, Gregory added: "Smokers die young, we won't grow old together if you smoke when you're grown up"

Little Felicity now seemed convinced and she boldly cancelled the word, Smoking in her mind out.

"Well...here we are" She muttered coming out of her reverie, a bitter smile gracing her lips.

Picking the cigarette, she sighed angrily finding out she'd smoked out the entire stick.

Groping her way back to her bedroom, she resigned once again to her bed.

Feeling her phone ring beside her bedside, she stretched out her right hand.

"Amelia, You're really coming back?" A nervous voice asked from the background.

Amelia's lips curled up, obviously mocking the person on the line. Sitting up, she asked: "You sound disappointed. Are you?"

"No...of course not.. what I mean is you've been away for so long so..." The voice paused.

"It's better I stay" Amelia completed.

The man at the other end laughed out nervously. "You said it yourself"

Amelia, lowered her eyes hiding the her now glassy eyes, bit down on her lips until she tasted something salty.

Getting on her feet, she walked towards her wardrobe, a hand keeping her phone glued to her right ear while the other groped around the dresses.

"Wait for me at the airport. A minute late and you'd be fired" she muttered coldly. She seemed in the mood to play, so she didn't hang up.

"When would you arrive?" The man although angry, asked in a meek voice.

"I'd advice you to head there immediately. If you're a minute, no a second late, I'll ruin you!"

In a Luxuriously decorated Villa.

A middle aged man angrily flings his phone away. The phone meets head on with a wall and breaks into two at the impact.

"That little bitch!" He roared getting on his feet.

The servants around stared disdainfully at him, but continued with their work.

The man of course caught the look of disdain in their eyes but could do nothing. Angrily, he stomped up to his room.

Minutes later he descended back and headed straight to the garage.

Immediately he left, One if the maids straightened up. "Amelia is returning. What a good news"

Others around also stopped working. A blonde sighed, "She must have grown bigger now. Only seen her in pictures"

"Dan sent a picture now. Seems Amelia dyed her hair red." Another worker said taking out her phone.

The rest swarmed to her side.

"What did you do to your hair?" Dan's surprised voice rang out.

Apparently, Amelia seemed like she just left the hair saloon.

The girl who had on an oversized shirt and a baggy and was already halfway up the stairs, her hands deep into her pockets, stopped.

Turning around, her signature naughty smile hung on her lips.

"Uncle, don't you like it?"

The video which seemed to be taken at an angle and had been kept on Amelia, suddenly shifted to a side. Dan's side.

"No of course not. What I'm trying to say is, your school prohibits such hair colors" he said, holding on to a lame excuse.

Amelia chuckled, "it's prohibited among the students doesn't mean I can't do it"

Then, she turned around and ascended the stairs. Dejectedly, Dan sat on a chair nearby then snapped his head to the direction of the camera.

"Alright that's enough, turn off your camera and make a call to Amelia's college threatening them to pressure Amelia into redying her hair black!" He snapped.

"Really? She's gonna kill me and besides, it's lame. The. School. Is. Has. And I doubt the principal is ready to loose his job"