Amora Saturday afternoon

"I think you look good, baby." I cooed tying the laces on my shoes. "Are you sure? I'm gonna go change."

"No! I mean you look great, we should go." I grabbed Blythes hands before she could change yet again. We decided on going to the grocery store, then to the mall, and maybe see a movie since she likes the movie theater so much.

"Wait!" Blythe stopped in the middle of the stairs pulling her hand away. "I need to go pee." She said turning around going back upstairs.

"I'll be outside!"

I took my keys off the counter and grabbed my sweater. For someone who doesn't leave the house, they sure love to be perfect. Every time Blythe and I go out she changes at least 3 times.

I opened the front seeing a group of people. "Surprise!"

"Ma?!" I looked my parents up and down as they barged in with my siblings trailing behind them. "Mm nice place, could use some cleaning but it's nice." My mom said looking around the living room.

"Umm, what's going on here? Not to be rude but why are you people here?"

"That's actually pretty rude, we haven't heard from you in months and this is how you greet us?" My sister stood in the kitchen opening the fridge.

It was like a whole bunch of ants crawling around my house. "Okay, I'm ready to go this time." Blythe came down the stairs stopping mid-way. "Who are they?" Blythe pointed to my mom while my mom smiled at me.

"This is what's keeping you busy?" My dad grinned walking over to me. "Es tu novia?" (Is this your girlfriend?)

My mom was standing in front of Blythe examining every detail on her. "Yes, ma this is my girlfriend," I said lowly as Blythe looked at me. "This is your mom?!"

"My mom, my dad, and my three sisters. Who are randomly visiting me!" I yelled while my mom ignored me. "Se ve loca." (She looks crazy.)

"Ma!" I cried face-palming myself, everyone was examining Blythe by now. Touching her hair, admiring her every move.

"Is this the crazy girl you were telling us about! The one from your job?!" One of my sisters turned around looking at me. "Language, and yes this is her."

I'm beyond aggravated! Out of all days, my family could've visited they pick now?!

"Mmm, yeah she does look crazy. You ever killed anyone?"

"Okay! That's enough! Blythe and I were just leaving so you guys can show yourself the way out." I pushed through everyone and grabbed Blythes' hand. "Leave? We just got here, we wanted to see you."

"Oh my god, why is this happening to me," I said under my breath letting my mom take Blythe to the living room. "This is Amora when she was 5." I heard faintly while walking upstairs. This is so embarrassing! I could've gone a little longer without my family knowing about Blythe.

** Saturday night

"Well, it was nice meeting you, crazy pants." My dad joked playfully punching Blythe in her arm. "Bye, Daddy," I said lowly kissing his cheek. "Bye, sweetheart." My mom cheesed kissing my forehead then Blythes'

My sisters were already in the car, I closed the door behind my parents then locked it. "A heads up would've been nice."

"I didn't know they were coming! I'm just as surprised as you." I sighed taking off my belt. "And you told your parents you met me at the asylum!" Blythe looked at me as I nodded. "They took it pretty well so I didn't think it was a big deal."

"Big deal?! They called me crazy five times in one sentence!" Blythe groaned covering her face with her hands. "Look I'm sorry." I rubbed her back and she shifted away. "Don't touch me right now."

"You can't be mad at me, it's not my fault." I don't know what she expects me to say. "Just get away from me," Blythe mumbled walking past me.

"Blythe, I said I'm sorry." I chuckled nervously grabbing her hand. "Amora, I'm serious don't touch me right now."

"Awe, my baby is mad." I cooed still holding her hand. She looked down at our hands then back at me, her free hand went flying as she backhand slapped me onto the floor. Her face was completely different. She had this look... almost like she wanted to kill me.

I gasped scratching at my own neck as Blythe wrapped my belt around it, dragging me up the stairs. My eyes were filling with tears and my nails were covered in my own blood.

"Wait!" I coughed out, looking through my clouded vision. "Shut up!" Blythe yelled pulling her foot back then sending it into my stomach.

"B-Blythe! Wa-wait!" I coughed using my hands as protection. "I'm not crazy!" She yelled kicking me in my stomach for 'good luck.'

"I ca-can't! S-stop!" I wheezed getting on all fours. "Nope!" Blythe pulled me back by my hair forcing me to look at her.

"You're so beautiful." She whispered staring into my eyes. I sobbed quietly staring back at her, "I'm sorry!" I cried earning multiple hits to the face.

I looked down at the floor seeing my own puddle of blood. "Look at me!" Blythe grabbed me by my shirt standing me up on my feet.

I moved my hands on top of her still looking at her. "No... no more." I managed to get out.

Blythe stared at me as something clicked in her head. "Amora?"

"The one... and only." I wept still holding onto her hands. "I'm so sorry." Blythe cried pulling me into her, I'm too weak to hug back and too scared to just stand there. "It's okay," I grunted wrapping an arm around her.

"No, it's not. I keep hurting you."

"It's okay, I promise."

I'm lucky if she doesn't kill me by next week

"Just hold me." I didn't want to let go of her because being this close to her makes me feel better.

What a wonderful way to spend my Saturday afternoon.

Blythe Sunday morning

I held Amora tightly looking over her, I don't want to hurt her anymore but sometimes I just lose my cool.

I didn't even realize I was hurting her until it was too late. She's been sleeping all morning since I did a number on her last night.

I know I'm capable of killing Amora but I can never bring myself to it, something in my body is telling me not to. When I'm around Amora I feel safe, and I don't want to lose that because I can't control myself.

"Amora?" I said lowly checking to see if she's awake. "Yes?"

I smiled at the sound of her voice. "How do you feel?" I sat up against the headboard while she rolled onto her back. "A little better, my face still hurts."

"Let me see," I mumbled. Amora sat up on her knees leaning closer to me. I gave her a black eye and a bruised cheek, nothing seems to be broken.

"I'm really sorry."

Amora shrugged getting out of bed, lifting up her shirt. "What am I supposed to say when someone asks what happened?" She stared at me while I looked at her bruised stomach.

What is actually wrong with me?!

"I apologize on half of my family, but what am I supposed to do now?"

"I don't know, I didn't think this would happen." I wasn't expecting the damage to be this bad. "Great, just great." "And if you killed me then what? The show must go on?" Amora hissed stripping out her pajamas.

"Amora, I said I'm sorry."

"Yeah? I said that shit twice and you still decided to beat me the fuck up." Amora stood in front of me holding onto her towel.

"I don't know what else to say besides I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you always fucking sorry. I noticed that about you, you pull some bullshit on me then say sorry. I've heard that a million times baby, it's gonna take a lot more than a 'sorry' and some fucking kisses." Amora gave me the finger then left the room.

We all know I'm not mentally stable so I don't know if I should feel disrespected or not. If I should smash her face into the sidewalk or just walk away. I have this thing where I can't control my actions, sometimes I see, hear, and feel things.

The beginning of it is mostly me not being able to control myself, it's like I know what I'm doing is wrong but the other half of me wants to keep going. When I first went to the asylum it started happening to me, I can't trust what I see sometimes but it's hard trying to remember what's real and what's not.

I knew this was a problem for me when I first killed my best friend, my eyes were deceiving me and only showed me things that weren't really there. I ended up killing her and got away with it, ever since then it just got worse and worse but it stopped at some point.

Only certain things trigger it but since it hasn't happened to me in so long I forgot what sets it off inside me.

"I'm still sorry." I said as Amora came back from the bathroom. "Go fuck yourself."

Ouch, tough love I see

Boom

-told y'all imma cut up with these chapters -but Blythe done gave Amira the hands 😕 -Amoras' parents met Blythe😁 - - -