Amora Saturday afternoon

I started working on the weekends so I could avoid Blythe. We've been avoiding each other after what she did to me. My parents want to come over and see us but I'm doing everything in my power to get that out their head.

"Hey, do you mind taking the night shift for me." Marie poked her head into the break room, I gave her the thumbs up then went back to my lunch.

"A verbal yes would be nice."

I am on a no-talking streak, I simply write or text what I have to say. Marie has been doing everything she can to get me to talk.

"Just one word, three letters." Marie stood behind me putting her hands on my shoulders. "Yes." I let out as she squealed hugging me from behind.

"Thank you!" Marie cheered squeezing me tightly. "Mhm."

"Oh my! Come on just talk! I'll do anything."

I sighed slowly opening my mouth. "There's nothing to say, I said I'll take your shift and that's it." I let out getting up from my seat. "What's gotten into you?"

"Well let's see, I'm in a relationship that I'm not really sure if I want it anymore, my co-worker is trying to marry my coworker, what else? Oh! And I'm getting abused, almost forgot about that." I threw the rest of my lunch away then wiped my hands with a napkin.

"So I'm sorry if I'm not in the mood for a conversation, my life isn't exactly perfect." I'm not sure where I went wrong with Blythe. Maybe when I wouldn't shut up about Jackie, or when I went behind her back to look for her sister. I don't know.

"Am I ruining something here?"

I rolled my eyes looking over to see Jackie. "Did you think I was joking when I said you took what's mine? You don't know Blythe like I do, I know the insides and outsides of her. I know the darkest secrets that she wouldn't dare tell you." Jackie cornered me staring dead in my face.

"Yes, and that must make you feel oh so powerful? You're not really winning anything. Every day you're in my face talking about your 'beloved Blythe' she doesn't even like you."

"You have no idea how crazy you look worrying about another woman when you're already married. That's great that you know more about Blythe than I do, congratulations, but I'm not gonna sit here and listen to you run your mouth." I am tired! Of Jackie telling me how well she knows Blythe, good for her but at the end of the day, it's me who goes home to Blythe every night.

"If you're done ranting I'd like to pass out my invitations," Jackie said looking down at her nails.

I snatched the pamphlet out her hands then gazed over it.

You're invited! To the wedding of Jackie and Blythe Fayre!

Plus 1 required

I didn't bother to read the rest, I just ripped it up. "Great, you're officially crazy," I said throwing away the paper. "Step outside." I sighed taking off my work idea. "Excuse me." Jackie chuckled.

"Amora, you don't have to do this." Marie cried grabbing at my arm. "It's clear she wants to scrap." I don't care about this job anymore so if I lose it oh well.

"I'm not fighting a child." Jackie looked me up and down smiling. "You don't really got a choice." I laughed tying up my hair. I pulled away from Marie and went off swinging at Jackie. How you a grown woman trying to break up two children?!

"Stop!" Marie yelled pulling me by my shirt. I swung, hit after hit, blow after blow.

I don't really fight because there's no reason for me too. But I'm tired of going to work every day to hear someone talk about the person I love most.

"Okay, that's enough." I was pulled away from Jackie by security, which I didn't even know we had.

"She just came onto me like some rabid animal." Jackie stood up standing behind Marie. "Oh, I'll show you a rabid animal." I chuckled trying to pry security off me.

Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.

But bitches are trying me

— Saturday night

I sat at the island waiting for Blythe to come home. I finger-combed my hair spinning around in my chair, I am suspended from work right now. Only for three days so it's nothing serious.

I sat up straight fixing my wife-beater. "Um excuse you," I called out as Blythe kicked off her shoes walking up the stairs. "What?" She came back down still standing by the stairs.

"Sit," I said pointing to the seat across the table. "Can you not do this right now, I'm tired." Blythe groaned.

"Sit down." I could care less if she's tired, what I went through today is all because she wants to keep secrets.

"Goodnight."

"I said sit down! Don't make me repeat myself."

Blythe looked at me in shock while taking her seat. "What's going on?"

"I want to know everything about you. I don't care if you promise yourself never to speak about it, I want to know. We can sit here all night because baby I got time."

"Amora, what are you trying to prove? If I tell you everything about me what difference does it make?" Blythe looked at me as I slammed my fist.

"It makes a big difference! I need to win! I'm tired of playing the guessing games with you! If I don't win against her then what's the point of us being together?! I'm suspended from my job because I fought Jackie over you! Do you not hear how ridiculous that sounds?"

"Amora, it's one in the morning can't we do this later?" Blythe asked reaching for both my hands. "Things aren't gonna be easy for you until you tell me, so hold out on me for as long as you want, but I promise you I'll get my way." I got up from my seat then went upstairs to bed.

I don't care if it takes me days, I have to win

Blythe Sunday morning

"You're not gonna gain everything from this," I said rubbing my eyes. "Don't care." Amora shrugged forcing me to sit up.

"Okay, what do you want to know?"

Amora is hell-bent on finding out my past and everything about me, she's convinced that it's a competition between her and Jackie.

"What's your full name?"

"Amora, is this really necessary?" I scoffed as she stared me down. "Blythe Fayre, I don't have a middle name," I said looking over at the clock.

"Before you went to the asylum, what was your life like before?"

"I don't feel comfortable answering that," I mumbled clearing my throat. "I honestly could care less, answer the question." Amora sighed folding her arms across her chest.

"I lived in an apartment, section 8 with my parents and my sister. My dad was the 'man of the house' even though he lost our rent money like five times. There was only one room with two beds, one bathroom, and some couch my dad got off the street." "It wasn't the best but my parents did what they could do, we got evicted once but the landlord was nice enough to let me and my sister stay until my parents came up with something."

I was very grateful back then, then something switched inside me and things just changed.

"Okay, have you ever had a job? Or went to school, anything that kept you out the house?"

"I had to work when I was 14, I was working at the YMCA on weekends and sometimes even weekdays. It was fun I guess, I didn't really like being away from home." I missed my parents 24/7 and I always felt out of place.

"If anything I would say Blair had an easier life, when we got separated she stayed with our grandparents and I stayed with our parents. We got separated because one day I 'lost it' in front of her. I stabbed myself cause I wanted to see what would happen, I almost lost my life but that didn't really matter at the time, my parents were disappointed because I did something like that in front of Blair."

"Is that why you don't want to get close to her?" Amora asked interwinding our hands. "No! I mean no."

I sighed pulling away from her. "I don't want to be close to her because it wasn't fair back then, why did I have to be like this? Why couldn't I go to school and make friends? Everything was good on her end, it took her a year to find out our parents died when I was the one who witnessed it all. I didn't want to be like this nor did I ask for it, Blair's too nice because there's nothing that traumatized her."

"I just wanted to be normal, but there's no way I can put things like that behind me." That's really the truth, no matter how hard I try to forget about my past I can't.

"Okay, we don't have to talk about this no more." Amora chuckled weakly standing up. "But I thought you wanted to know more about me?"

"I do but I don't want to talk about something that you're trying so hard to forget." She looked at me placing her hands on my face. "If it's hurting you then we can't just forget about it, okay?"

I smiled nodding my head. "Okay." "My beautiful girlfriend." Amora grinned kissing me softly. "Don't be so gay."

I'll try my best to open up more and share more about myself but like I said it's hard doing things like that when you don't want people to know you. I get it Amora's my girlfriend and she has every right to know things about me but I don't want her to see me differently or judge me in any way.

I haven't been the nicest to her lately but I'm really trying here!

Boom!

-Decided to drop something on y'all since I'm up doing work -Did I cut up with this chapter or did I cut up?🥴 -anyway... how's school? I have auto tech next week and I have no business there 🤦🏽‍♀️(I go to a vocational school) -but I'm boutta drop out, I got 4 test tomorrow which is ghetto, but I'm about to get back to work so cut tf in the comments 💁🏽‍♀️

Byeeee💋