36. Amara
AMARA
BOUGHT AND KEPT
“ I want you to entertain yourself.”
Amara looks at me with a perplexed look on her face.
I lay a black American Express card on the table.
I’ve never seen one, but I know it doesn’t have a limit.
This means he trusts me.
“Entertain yourself. See how much you can spend on yourself. Order anything you want.”
Then, he bends and kisses me. It’s a long kiss filled with promise. His hand slides down my body. His touch was filled with purpose. A promise to protect what’s his.
“I want a world where this little person will be safe,” he says softly but with so much love in his voice, my eyes mist. “I have to go,” his voice is but a whisper.
He grabs his gun off the counter, and he disappears.
He’s gone because I rebelled against my father. I will never forgive myself if something were to happen to him. I sacrificed myself to protect him, yet we’re right back in the thick of things.
I clean off the table, then wash dishes by hand. It gives me purpose.
I wish I knew how to end this war.It’s foreign to me; to make matters worse, the men tell us nothing.
But we’re all involved. My father made sure of that.