Romans & histoires Accidentally Amy

Escaping being raped by him that night was a narrow escape. I kicked his groins, and ran out. When his dad arrived from work, I explained everything to him but he didn't believe a word. Till date, I had no idea what Carter and his dad fed my mother with. She wouldn't hear my side of the story and I left home. That night wouldn't leave my head for years, until I met Ryan. Shit! How the hell did I miss a number? I intended to message Ryan, not this man. On second thought, I feel glad the mistake happened.

So, I had to pick the next best. As I stretched up, my fingertips grazing the edge of the box, my heart was already racing, thinking of the awkwardness of reaching for it in the first place. But just as my fingers brushed against the box, disaster struck. The entire shelf seemed to conspire against me. One by one, pads, tampons, and other assorted products came tumbling down, crashing to the floor with an absurdly loud clatter.

"Don't touch anything. Don't call anyone. This will all be over soon." I headed upstairs, my heart pounding with adrenaline. Annalise was still on the floor where I'd left her, cradling her ankle and sobbing dramatically. Derek stood over her like a guardian, his expression somewhere between concerned and amused. "She tried to grab her phone," he reported. "I may have accidentally kicked it down the stairs." "Accidentally," I repeated. "Very accidentally. It just sort of flew out of my hand when she lunged at me." I smiled despite everything. This man. This ridiculous, wonderful man who'd appeared in my life less than forty-eight hours ago and had already become essential.

I didn’t hear the footsteps until someone stopped beside me. “Didn’t expect to find you here,” a familiar voice said. I turned. It was Maya, Adrian’s assistant, and one of the few people I actually trusted. She held a coffee cup out to me. “You look like you need this.” I took it with a faint smile. “Thanks.” “Rough morning?” she asked. “You could say that.” She hesitated before saying quietly, “You know, he’s not as heartless as he seems.” I snorted. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“What do you mean?” “There’s something you don’t know,” Granny said. She stood up slowly. Walked to her room. Returned with a locked box. Inside—documents. Photos. A letter. One I hadn’t seen before. Written by Eliora. Confession-style. She’d been seventeen. Hit someone with a car. Left the scene. It wasn’t just an accident. She was racing with a friend. Trying to impress a boy. The girl she hit never walked again. Granny had paid for silence.

Eric said. “So what do we do? It's already on the news that Andrew Richardson killed someone again” Luck said. “Don't worry, leave it.” _________ “Come on Avery if you keep punching in that, You will put a big hole there” Amy said. Amy is a very close friend to Avery, they met during camp training. They've been friends ever since then. “Here your coffee is ready, you should relax and take some” Amy Said. Avery released her punch on the punching bag.

She confusedly asked. Amy was in a complete daze. How did this happen? Kyle was supposed to come pick her up, so how did he end up in an accident? “He was on his way to your place when a car that lost control of its brakes ran into his car.” Amy could hardly believe this. This is all her fault. If she had insisted that he should forget about the lunch date, none of this would’ve happened. She began to cry, knowing that Kyle was hurt because of her.

Amy busted out pointing at him but had heart said an entirely different thing. “Mistake? So it was a mistake that you were moaning out my name after we met barely three hours ago?” Liam mocked looking at her eyes, not missing the hint of desire that flashed through them. Amy felt her cheeks get hot at his cocky question, rendering her speechless as she remembered what happened. “Yes it was a mistake, I have a boyfriend whose name's Liam, so do you think you're the only Liam in the whole of NY?” Amber retorted, her excuse making her feel like a toddler.

Jacob took a breath and… There, Amyra took a yawn and stretched out her arms in the air. After one hectic class, she was now in the library. She looked at her wristwatch and grabbed all her books from the table she headed towards the door to leave. All her friends told her to meet them in the canteen since she wanted to come to the library when she was alone. When she was at the door suddenly she collided with some people and fell on the ground. Amyra was so careless that she fell badly and her wound on her arm hurted. She hissed and looked around, all her books were now here and there.