Wannabe Me

Chapter 70

Trigger Warning: Self Harm and Major Swearing ahead.

Amelia's POV.

"Ugh." I groaned putting my head flat against the table. Finally the boring lecture ended.

"What happened? Are you okay? Where does it hurt? Is it that time of the month? Do you need chocolate? Or ice-cream? Heating pad?" Daniel started firing questions my way.

He doesn't even hesitate to ask me about my period. He isn't embarrassed or ashamed.

And that's what I love about him.

It should not be an embarrassing topic. I should not be hesitant to talk about the thing that is completely normal.

"Chocolate Ice-cream. No heating pad. I'm not on my period." I muttered, not lifting my head.

"Ok, Miss Costello. I'll go get your ice-cream." He said, getting up and walking out, not caring about skipping class.

My phone dinged. I groaned internally and pulled it out.

'I'm going to have you soon, Ava Winston. Or should I say, Amelia Costello?

You're mine.'

My heart skipped a beat.

I got up abruptly, my whole form shaking. I ran out of the class and into the nearest restroom.

This can't be happening.

I stared at the message for a long time, hoping it would disappear, hoping I could un-see it, hoping he didn't send it.

Ryan Brown.

He's dead.

I groaned in frustration. My hands went to my hair as I started pulling them hard.

I can't leave my family. I can't leave my brothers. I can't leave Daniel. I can't leave Ashton.

I'm going to have you soon.

What should I do?
Tell Lorenzo, duh.

My phone pinged again, snapping me out of my thoughts.

'Don't even try to tell any of your brothers.

Fucking bastards they are, ngl.

Too good to be the mafia. Undeserving bitches.'

All the fear and stress turned into anger. No one utters a word against my family. I gritted my teeth and clenched my jaw.

Remember who the fuck you are, Amelia.
I kept telling myself.

My phone rang, just as I was about to cuss him out over text.

I contemplated whether to pick up or not.

Wonder if Jace can get his location by this number. But for that I'd have to tell them.

I picked up the phone, putting it to my ear. I was silent.

"Hello, Princess." A deep venomous voice said.

I could feel the bile in my throat.

"I know you're listening."

'Well duh. The call doesn't pick up itself.' I thought rolling my eyes.

"I know your dear older brother is looking for me like a hungry bitch.."

I cut him off.

"Lion, I'd say." I corrected. "You know, he'll claw all your organs out, cut your body into pieces and let you bleed, then stitch your body back together so painfully, you'll think death was an easier option? Besides, you're the bitch here. So stop talking shit about Lorenzo and go fuck yourself with a machine gun." I said, my anger and voice raising with each word.