[Ambrosia Bellemore]
I wake up to the shrill ring of Beyoncé pouring her heart out into to my oversensitive ear. Reminding myself to change my alarm tone the first chance I get, I allow myself another small nap. My head hurt like someone had hammered nails all over it.
"Ambrosia! Wake up! Your flight's in an hour!" I hear Neave shrieking from downstairs a few seconds later. I glance at my clock.
7:30 a.m.
"OHMYGODOHMYGOD!" I shriek and jump out of my bed, dash into my bathroom, squeeze out the toothpaste onto my brush and plunge it into my mouth. I don't even feel the dizziness that I knew was lurking for an opportunity to resurface.
A few minutes later, I'm once again a clean and presentable woman, but with huge bags under my eyes. Taking a huge breath, I walk downstairs with my luggage, stumbling with every step.
Mr Cadwallader starts barking when he catches sight of me and I go down on my knees to pet him. He gives me a gigantic lick and I laugh, rubbing his belly until he's on his back on the floor, howling.
"I'll miss you so much, my man." I purr, giving him a sloppy kiss on the forehead. He barks once, looking at me with his melted chocolate eyes. I feel my eyes water.
I get up before I could cry and slump on the dining table.
"Eat." Neave orders and I comply. The bacon and eggs are gone within seconds.
"Where's mother?" I ask, chugging on my OJ. The dizziness dulls for a while, but it still feels like a swarm of bees have made it their home.
"She had an emergency at the hospital. I'll be joining her soon." She says, absentminded.
I nod. My mother and sister had been born to become doctors, it was almost evident in their dark eyes and hair. I was almost identical to my father. With the light blonde hair and pale blue eyes with swirls of grey and a generous body, I looked nothing like my hour glass bodied mother.
They caught the attention of the crowd the moment they made an appearance, I wouldn't catch the attention of the people even if I sang 'Staying alive' at the top of my voice.
And believe me, I've tried.
"Are you okay, Am?" My attention snaps back to her.
"Yeah." I say sheepishly.
"Are you nervous about New York?"
"Maybe a little, yeah." I admit.
"But you've always dreamt of this! Imagine having a new life, a new start." She encourages.
"I know. It's overwhelming."
"Just go, Am. Live it all."
"I will, Nene. I'll miss you." I say genuinely.
"Me too. But we'll see each other soon. At my wedding." A small smile creeps up her lips.
"Why are you smiling all of a sudden?" I ask.
"I'll be having my wedding in New York, Am! Mother gave us her permission!" She gushes all of a sudden. My nervousness turns into erratic fear. I knew why she was doing this.
'No escape.' I can almost hear her sneering at me. And there goes my plan of calling in sick.
"Are you serious?"
"Oh my God, are you happy?"
"I'm delirious with joy!" I say in a pained voice, and she gives me a huge hug.
"Okay, I should be leaving now. I'll call you when I get there. Take care of Mr Cadwallader. Bye!" I say hurriedly and rush out of the door, not even bothering to say goodbye to her.
I see Caecelia waving at me when I reach the airport.
"You're late." She barks.
"I know. It was the party last night."
"Warned you not to drink too much."
"Doesn't matter now. I can be dizzy when I'm on the plane."
"Okay, go! Call me when you get there!"
"Will do!"
And I rush into the airport, the words,'Man, late flight, boyfriend, marriage, New York, Achorn, Mother, hangover, headache, love' all rattle inside my head.
~•~
Hey there!
I know this is a sorry excuse of a chapter, but there's been a lot on my mind lately. I'm working currently on another book, called 'One Way Glass' and since I've worked so hard on it, here's a sneak peek and the wonderful cover made by chrmar04. ❤
An extract:
"My name is Elizabeth Rivers. I am nineteen years old. I lived in Alaska before the surge hit. I've been here in California ever since."
"Very good. Don't stutter when you speak. Remember, no one's going to hurt you." The doctor, Sutton advices with a small smile. The other doctor, Hugo de Vries snorts.
I take a small shaky breath through my mouth. After weeks of tests, and personality exercises and what not to prepare myself for what's outside, the doctor was convinced that I wasn't ready yet. I look at my reflection in the huge mirror facing me. My dark red hair falls in clumps down my shoulders, courtesy to my dislike for showers, and my huge golden eyes stare back at me with apprehension.
Are you really who they say you are?
"What would you say if they ask you where your parents are?" Dr Sutton's voice snaps me out of my reverie. I focus on his friendly face, unlike his companion, he has been cooperative, and I don't see a pinch of dishonesty in his features.
What reason could they have of lying to me?
"I'll tell them that my father died serving the army before the harmful chemicals spread out into the atmosphere. My mother succumbed almost immediately to the disease."
The same reason why they keep you locked in.
"And you, how did you survive?" For the first time, Dr Hugo acknowledges my presence. I immediately start to panic, because that was a question I wasn't prepared for. I rack my brain for something, anything.
"Hugo." Dr Sutton warns.
"What? Isn't that something people might ask her?"
"No." Turning his attention to me, he places his hand on mine, comforting me. "When someone asks how you survived the Surge, tell them you don't remember." Dr Sutton says, and they leave through the small back door, locking it behind them, leaving me alone in the same white drab room, with the same white drab walls, and the same white rose that was replaced everyday.
How did I survive the Surge?
☆☆☆
How was it? I'm currently on it's third chapter, so it will be a while before I publish it. Do check it out when I do, though!
Until next chapter then!