Chapter 37

Amanda Pov.
- Ghost...
That's all I manage to articulate before fear grips my bones. How did he find out where I live now? What does he want from me?
-Very well...So you remember who I am. That saves me from other trivial introductions.
I grip the edge of the door, digging my nails into the hard surface. Why is he so detached?
Say something, Amanda, or slam the door in his face. Do something, just don't stand like a stone in front of the one who tormented you for a week.
My brain is trying to make me move, but the fear is so deep inside me that she's home.
-What... What are you doing here?
I can barely articulate the words and it's a shame I'm not braver.
- Do you want to talk in the door?
I can't believe what he's asking. He just doesn't expect me to invite him in and serve him coffee after what he's done to me, does he? I muster the last bit of courage I have and take a closer look at him. He is wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled over his head. A pair of washed jeans and a pair of old boots.
You should call the police. My conscience warns me but I refuse to listen to it. By the time I get to the phone, he could take my head.
-I'm not inviting you in. I say with a little courage this time.
He stares down the hall as if afraid the devil will appear at any moment and take him, and fear makes its presence felt again.
What if he's still with someone and he's just waiting for me to make a wrong move so he can catch me?
-Amanda, we are both...
-Relatives? i know. But that doesn't mean everything you've done to me is erased and I'll suddenly trust you.
Voices are heard in the hall, and he pushes me inside as he also enters the apartment and closes the door behind him.
-What do you think... I start to say, but his palm covers my mouth and I feel like I have no more air to breathe.
A tear falls down my cheek and is lost under his palm. His cold gaze is frozen in my eyes and I decide to be smart and not move. I have no idea what's going through his head.
The voices that were heard in the hall, now they are no longer heard and he withdraws his palm from my mouth, slowly. I take a few healthy breaths of air aimed at the same spot as he backs away from me.
Why is he acting so strange? Why am I not doing anything? Does idiocy run in our family?
-What the hell?! I finally say pulling the robe tighter around me.
- I didn't know where to go. I thought this would be the last place they would look. He says looking out the kitchen window somewhere outside.
- They? Which "they"?
-The people of Denver.
What?
I lock the fear in a hidden drawer in my brain and go to see what he's looking at out the window, but he pulls me out the window with a jerk like whoever is there is going to set me on fire.
-You really want me to believe that your father's people are following you? How stupid do you think I am? What kind of game is this?
Wow…Did I say so many words without losing my temper? I'm starting to feel proud of myself.
-That bastard of a man is not my father. He snapped, and I flinched.
-But he hired you to take care of me. Although I don't understand the "employee" part since you are his son.
-You don't know what it means to be raised by him.
I see a strange twinkle in his eyes. To be hate for his father? In any case, I don't feel sorry for him at all. I'm not that gullible.
-Maybe I don't know what it means to have grown up with him, but I don't care. Some things you agree to do are normal human values.
He pulls his hood off nervously, and I reconsider running for the phone and calling the police.
-I will tell you everything. In fine detail, if you will, but now I need your help. He said with his jaw clenched.
Wow...Idiocy really runs in the family.
A healthy laugh escapes my lips almost bringing tears to my eyes and I see Ghost frown.
-God...I should be the last person to ask for help considering how you treated me. I say getting serious again.
-Trust me, sister. You are the last person I ask for help. There is no one else to help me.
I wonder why…
This conversation is ridiculous. This whole… thing is ridiculous. I was getting ready to take a bath and get ready to go out on a date with Ron. I never thought I'd be sitting in the living room, in a bathrobe, talking to my brother, whom I've only known for a few hours.
I glance at my watch and see that it is already seven in the evening. I have to go out with Ron at eight, and I haven't even started getting ready. To get rid of all this nonsense faster, I decide to give Ghost a chance and see what I can do to help him. That doesn't mean I forgave him. At the first opportunity I report him to the police.
-What do you want from me? I ask, putting my hands on my chest.
-I suggest we make a deal.
Did I mention this whole thing is ridiculous? Here's the proof.
-What could you and I need that much?
His lips curl into a devilish smile as if telling me he won and cold shivers run down my spine.
-I don't mean one thing, sister. I mean a person.
Hmmm?
-I can give you Denver on the tray. I know the police have been after him for some time. With what I know about him, I can assure you that he is not leaving prison for as many days as he has.
-Ok...And what do I have to do?
-You have to give me Stallion. I need him.
Damn…I can't do this.