Oh goodness (Edited)

The meeting was as successful as she had anticipated. She had been given the budget of the teams and her work was to meet them since marketing was something up for more discussions. "You're a very kind soul, miss," one of the men complimented her as he shook her hand.

Amy gave him a grateful smile. "Sometimes one needs a purpose in life and what could be the best purpose than helping out those who need help."

The middle-aged man patted her back as they walked out. "Do you have a car or I could drop you off?"

Not too trusting of people she politely declined. "Sir, I am fine, thank you for minding me."

The man nodded and walked to his car. Amy watched until everyone left before getting in the streets to take a walk, she need to clear her mind over what had been happening in her life. Her mind instantly flew back to Patrick; she had seen him less and less but maybe because he had blocked him in all her social media accounts. Was she still in love with him? Funny question, in the situation she was in, she didn't even know what love was anymore.

She wondered about her life, what was she planning to do, remain a housewife all her life and at the mercy of Jeff? Soon, she was going to graduate, and in around four months, Lucy was already engaged and might be married after school, which technically indicated that she would have her own life to reckon with and not rotate around her like before. She could almost feel as if she was going to be alone and all by herself soon.

No friends, no love, no kids, no fun, no family, nothing to look forward to. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Was she really planning to be 'normal'? A car hoot brought her back to the present. She lifted her eyes to see a red Audi that stopped by her. Confused, she looked around and discovered that she had been walking beside the road, so why did the car stop? She ran her eyes around, maybe it wasn't her he was waiting for, but the driver's window rolled down and the person in it... Her breath hitched.

"Amy, what are you doing here?" he asked and she looked for her speech which was long gone.

"Pa-Patrick?" she finally asked.

He flashed her one of his killer smiles too bad its effect on her had reduced tremendously. "It's me in flesh and bones, were you going somewhere?" he asked.

Amy blinked. "I was going home."

He lifted his brows as if surprised. "Can I drive you there?" a light bulb lit in her head. She could use the chance to let him take her home, besides, she wasn't sure if the keys to the garage had been found yet. And it wouldn't hurt if Patrick got a glimpse of her house which he could never afford in his lifetime. This was her chance to show him that she was doing just great without him.

"Sure," she got on the passenger seat as the car started. She gave him the direction to her house.

"So, you're happy now?" he asked quietly after sometime.

Amy looked at him to make sure she had gotten him right. "Yes, I am, its heaven," she answered sweetly as she saw the first gate coming into view. "You can drop me here," she said to him.

"Why, you don't want me to get in?"

Laughing softly, she tapped his shoulder. "Let's say this villa is too precious for everybody to get in." The guards at the first gate had approached the car. She lowered her window and smiled at them as they bowed.

"Ma'am we didn't know it was you, please come in."

Amy jumped off the car. "No, I will go by foot, I don't want to get fat." She turned to see Patrick who was watching her as if she was an alien. "This is the first gate, I hope I didn't interfere much with your program, say hi to my sister," she waved and rushed past the gate.

On seeing the man before her, she froze on the way. "Jeff?" she questioned, wasn't he supposed to be at work. From the way he was standing and the way his grey eyes were fixed on her un-moving like two blocks of ice; she didn't know why she felt a shiver down her spine. This was even stranger than the last time he had acted cold, this time, his looks, he looked dangerous, dangerous for her own good and seemed to be warning her, asking her that he wouldn't hesitate to kill her. Her throat ran dry in an instant and her ever dried hand turned wet. What was this, no man had ever made her feel so terrified, what was happening?

"Who did you come with?" his voice was lazy, seriously lazy but had coldness in the tip of it's edge. A type of coldness she couldn't ignore. She wanted to answer him, speak quickly and get over it, but her throat had run dry, her tongue was too heavy and her lips just refused to part. He took slow steps to her and each step he took looked like a bomb was ticking. "Amy?" he stopped close to her. There was nothing that indicated this was the Jeff she had gone to work with in the morning.

"I-I…" she stopped her futile effort to form words.

"You?" he asked again and she almost cried. Warning bells were ringing in her head. What was this with all personality changes? One day cold, the other social, the other dangerous, the other scary! She dropped her gaze to the graveled floor. She couldn't answer him, to hell she couldn't even speak. "Answer me Amandla." His voice shook her existence and she could feel her knees getting weak.

She fluttered her eyelids and clamped her lips shut. Goodness was this magic or sorcery? How could a person emit such dangerous aura? What was he a devil because obviously, he wasn't an angel? Before she could even finish analyzing the situation, she felt some breeze and he was gone.

Distorted, helpless and lifeless she dragged her body all the way to the villa and only stopped when she approached her bed. She threw herself on the bed and laid still. Her eyes not blinking at all and the only indication that she was still alive was her breathing. Why, why did he change moods like weather? Initially, she had thought her father was bothering him but even after she had cleared that up he was still behaving weirdly?

Did he see her with Patrick? But that was never his business and he had said in his absurd rules that he didn't care? Was she really forbidden from interacting with people now? She got from the bed and dragged herself to the window where she could see the empty backyard. Thinking that it would help lift her mood, she walked there.

As usual, only birds in the many colorful trees sang but in her state of mind, she couldn't bother to differentiate their singing from hopeless wailing. She took slow steps to the water feature that held a fish pond. Even the rhythmic melody of the water didn't touch her today. She stood by the stones staring at the little water falls in the feature and their little sounds motionlessly.

"Amy," she turned her head sharply in horror. What now? She watched as he drew closer and closer, her eyes not moving away from him. What had brought him back, was he going to hurt her? "Amy, I, I am sorry."