3. Chapter Three
Dinner consisted of small talk, creamy mashed potatoes, juicy chicken, a simple salad and some wonderful ice cream that Zayn called ‘fried ice cream’. After dinner the boys we had just met lead us to our rooms, Niall and Beth were chatting loudly, while Liam and Kate were whispering back and forth to each other. Harry and I said nothing, but as we neared my door he spoke up again, “you haven’t looked at me all night and I don’t even get to know your name?” I knew he was nervous because he shifted his feet and looked back up at me, but I looked down at the floor. Truthfully I had been sneaking glances at him all night.
“My name is Amara” I opened my door with the hope that he was take the hint that I wanted to be alone. He didn’t.
“May I come in?” I shook my head as I walked inside, but before I closed the door I turned to him, “Good night Harry it was nice to meet you.” I quickly shut the door before he could say anything. As I walked deeper into my room I turned the lights back on to reveal the large room I had woken up and been hurried around in earlier. I opened all the drawers in my makeup dresser to find makeup removing pads I scrubbed the reds and gold’s’ off of my eyelids as well as the blush and bronzer leaving me with my natural face, next I walked into my walk in closet that was filled from floor to ceiling with clothes, bags, shoes and jewelry. Grabbing sleep shorts, a t-shirt and a pink bra as well as pink underwear; slipping out of my long elegant gown I changed quickly and walked out of my closet and into the bathroom. I then brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a messy bun. I’d had a long day and I was almost too tired to walk back over to my own bed.
I dreamt of my life before this place, before being kidnapped and taken from my home. I remember summer time with my mother, father and my older brother. Every year we went down to the beach and spent the whole day swimming, laughing and eating our weight in ice cream bars. I missed those times the most now. I’m here now in the horrid place with five boys, three of which are using girls to “find the one they love” and sending the rest of them on their way. Beth, Kate and I are isolated from everything I can tell because we never seem to take the same way back to our rooms. While they were chitchatting it up I was watching where we were going, but to no avail, all these halls look the same. My dreams took a turn for the worst as I remembered the things I had to go through on the way here. Like the cage and then that evil man with the power to kill us or let us live. Or the time when the mother and her daughter were shot down, the countless amounts of men to come trudging through picking us off; one by one. I awoke with a scream and realized that I was crying. Ally came running in, “I was down the hall delivering things to the laundry room when I heard you scream, are you okay Miss?” she was frantic and looked so scared for me. I couldn’t help but think about how young Ally was and how bad it must have been to grow up in a place like this being around all of these people. When I didn’t answer she walked over to me and cleared her throat, “May I sit?... Miss” her tone and how she spoke towards me made me chuckle. I patted the space beside me and opened the covers to her as she climbed up to where I was. “Ally… I don’t like the name Miss, for it isn’t my name. I have one you know that don’t you?” I looked at her closely and she flinched as I reached the end of my sentence. “Yes M- I know your name, it’s Amara. I’m not supposed to call you by that name. It isn’t right, I’m here to serve you and help not to make friends it’s our jobs. I mean you no offence Amara but it’s my duty, if anyone heard me call you anything else I don’t know what they’d do” Ally rubbed her hands together as she spoke and almost whispered my name as if it were painful for her to say it. They must have drilled that memory in hard for her to be scared to say my name. It made me think of the stories my older brother would tell me about, where a powerful lord had control over the land but no one would speak his name in fear that they would be hurt for even saying a word about him. Good or bad. I had always thought that he told me these stories to scare me but I guess he wasn’t sharing fiction but a sense of reality. “Ally my name is Amara; I’d like you to call me this and only this. Please tell Missy too, if you don’t mind and if anyone gives you trouble for it you tell them that they can talk to me about it okay?” Ally nodded at me before getting up from my bed and walking towards the door, “Goodnight Amara tomorrow you have a big day, so you might want to get some shut eye, I’ll be outside if you need anything.” Ally started to close the door but turned back to me, “Thank you.” Nodding towards her I slouched back into bed and turned away from the door shutting my eyes again and drifting off into sleep again.