The Perfect Seduction Plan

chapter 4 - fallout

Chapter 4 – Fallout

Amelia Hudson

POV

I try to relax my body and mind as I got into the tree pose. I needed yoga to calm myself after the day I had. Why am I so stressed out over nothing? I need to calm myself down. I have no idea what is going on with me. I am on with the world. Breathe in through your nose, breathe out through your mouth.

The elevator dings, letting me know someone was in my suite, I had no front door, an elevator led straight up to my suite. I know not just anyone could enter so meant it was either my aunt or my best friend.

“Amelia!” I hear my best friend, Chloe calling out to me.

“Living room!” I call back

I ease into the mountain pose. Controlling my breathing as I close my eyes. Breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth.

“So how was your first day?” she asks

“It was somewhat successful; he is totally into the new me. At some point I thought he would throw my body on his desk and f**k me from behind. But he did not. However, his dog r***d my baby!” I shout at the end.

I take a few deep breaths to calm me. calm thoughts, calm thoughts my baby is okay. She will go to therapy; I will send her to the best therapist in New York.

“What?” she asks

At least my best friend gets me.

“I know rude right? I am suing him and his r****t dog. I want them to pay for her therapy and to pay for damages. I have an appointment with a local vet next week to make sure that r****t didn’t give her anything.” I explain what happened to her.

“You don’t think you’re being a tad dramatic?” she asks

I open my eyes for the best time since she walked in. “His dog defiled my baby!” I shout looking at her

Chloe rolls her eyes at me.

Fuck calm thoughts at this point. I could not calm myself down even if I tried. I had to give her something to help her sleep. My poor baby, how could he do that to her. why does have a dog that bad? I guess he got it from his owner.

“You do know that is what animals do right? They mate. Especially dogs they are horny motherfuckers.” she says sarcastically

It was my turn to roll my eyes. “She did not ask for it. She did not want to be involved with him; she is innocent in all of this. My baby is not like that, she was a virgin.” I tell her. it was true my baby was a virgin, and that dog took her virginity and is not going to responsibility for her.

She rolls her eyes again. “How about this, if the dog is pregnant and you use it to your advantage?” she asks

“What?!” I shriek. How could she think about using my baby as an advantage?

“Lia just think about it. you said he is clearly into you. I heard Khai speaking to his girlfriend this afternoon, Mr. Sanders no longer goes out on the town anymore, which means his looking to settle down. Khai also said that he is looking for something meaningful and not a quick lay, so he will not go for you if you are trying to seduce him. You need to show him that is what you are looking for as well. Show him you are not a seductress, show him you’re human.” She speaks

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask her

“Lia, you have not had a meaningful relationship ever. You have not been yourself since high school. Maybe you should try and relax, maybe let this silly obsession with revenge go, we all know he is no longer that person the only one holding onto the past is you. The person I am looking at is not my best friend, you have completely changed yourself into someone you are not” she says, she looks at me sadly

I do not say anything, I ease out of my yoga pose and stand straight facing her. My hands fall down to my sides.

“I did not want to change. I had to change; I was not going to let people walk all over me. I am a better person for it. What are you saying is you want me to be that person? You want me to be the person you knew in high school, bullied because of her thick glasses and weight?” I ask her

“Of course not, I just want you to be yourself. Where is the girl who loved to sing and write her own songs? where is the girl who wanted to be a writer just like her stepmother?” she asks

“That girl died when she took those pills and slit her wrists hoping they would take the pain away, hoping life would be easier without her, knowing people would be happier if she was dead!” I shout out, my hands shivers, anger I have not felt before bubbling in me, I could not believe she would bring that up.

I was no longer that girl, being on your death bed changes people. My own family did not trust me to even think for myself, hence the expensive apartment and the house cleaner that checks on me every four hours, I have a driver because I am not allowed to drive myself. Someone follows me around, so I do not run into a car or bus or whatever else. This is my life now; my father gets notes from my therapists telling him how I am feeling and if I am mentally okay to live on my own. He does not trust a word coming out of my mouth, not after I told him I was happy and the next day he and my brother’s found me with my wrists cut open and pills in my system, yes, I know over kill, but I did not want to feel the pain of the blade cutting into my skin. I have always been afraid of pain, which was why my father knew it must have been bad if I resorted to that.

“I understand it is hard for you, I get it I really do. But tell me the last time you ate a slice of bread or let your hair down. You are alive but all I see you doing is surviving and not actually living.” She says as she looks at me as if she was disappointed in me. She had no right to be disappointed in me. I did what I had to do to survive.

I do not say anything. I bite my tongue, so I do not say anything snappy.

Of course, I have not been myself in years, hell not since high school. I had not eaten a slice of bread since then either. I am on a diet so strict that I often starve myself to help keep my weight a size two and below.

After my suicide attempt, my mom helped me get into shape like I asked her to. She had always been slim and fashionable. I was nothing like her, I knew she was not my real mother, but she loved me as though I was her own, I looked like my father and my brothers, so everyone assumed I was her daughter since we all looked like my father.

“Oh, for the love of God, just get out of your own head. You can eat bread and still be pretty, you can love someone and be happy. The only way you will move on is if you let go, the only way you will truly be happy is if you give up this sick obsession with Aaron is if you forgive him, forgiveness is not for him but yourself. Free yourself from all of this because this is not you” she says with a sigh

“You do not get to judge me. Not when you can eat whatever you want and still look like a runway model. You did not go through high school with the wicked witch of the west making your life a living hell. She bullied me into hating myself, it to believing no man will ever love me for who I am, because of the way I looked.

My own father does not trust me with my own thoughts. he did that to me. I have to get back at him! I have to get back at him for everything he did to me and allowed others to do to me!” I shout at her

She shakes her head. She walks away from me; she walks over to the sofa and picks up her purse.

“Don’t call me when this all blows up in your face and believe me it will” she says walking out of my sight.

Seconds later I hear the elevator ding and open. I guess she left.

I sigh heavily, my life had just gotten harder. I hope I did not just lose my best friend. Yes, I was one step closer to my goal, but I did not want to lose my best friend.

It took me four years to recover from what Aaron put me through. The humiliation, the looks I got from everyone.

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Flashback

I walk down the hall to my next class, I see Brianna standing arms crossed in the hallway, I knew by now it was trouble.

I turn to walk the other way. I stop dead in my tracks when I see her two goons dumb and dumber blocking my way.

They start walking towards me with sly smiles on their faces. I take careful steps backward to avoid them.

I scream out when someone pulls at my hair.

Brianna Kyle brags me by my hair into the girl’s bathroom. He goons lock the door behind them.

Her goons then kick open a bathroom stall door.

No, no, no, not again. Not this again.

“Please no, Please, please don’t do this” I beg them for mercy, tears running down my face.

They laughed at me before all three of them drags me into the stall and pushes my head into the toilet.

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“AAAAHHHHHHH” I scream out, I pull at my hair.

I could not stop the tears from running down my face as I remembered everything Brianna ever did to me. that was not even the worst she has done to me. One time she threw glue in my hair, and I had to cut all my hair off.

Chloe was a cheerleader in high school, and we never spent time together at school, because I did not want her to get into trouble with Brianna if she knew she was my friend she would have made her life a living hell as well, and I did not want that to happen to her. Chloe had always been there for me, maybe this time I went too far. I do not know. Urg why was this so hard? Why was everything so complicated?

I close my eyes and go back to doing yoga to clear my mind. After I calmed myself down, I made me a Greek salad and got Layla steak. She had a traumatic day, so I spoiled her a little.

I also booked myself a therapy appointment for tomorrow after work. I knew I needed it, especially after my meltdown today. I was feeling anxious. I knew I would never not need my therapy, there was no way in hell I’ll be one hundred percent cured. I not only suffered from depression but anxiety as well and that is all because of Aaron Sanders and Brianna Kyle.

He was going to get what is coming to him even if it is the last thing I do. I was going to make Brianna pay as well. It was no secret she has always wanted Aaron, but she could never have him, my way of getting back at the b***h was simple I was going to make sure he never takes her back, not when he loves me, even after I break his heart, I will make sure he never goes there, they will pay for what they did to me.