"Amanda...!" Mr. Clinton called in an extraordinarily calm voice.
When Mr. Clinton called this name, the bearer began to tremble.
"Yes Dad...!" Amanda replied.
"Pick up your brother and take him to the car!"
After he had given that instruction, he turned on his heels and walked away, in the direction of the car.
When he had turned and walked away, Amanda was in a daze.
Not in a daze that they were finally leaving the hospital already...
Not in a daze that they'd go home and plot on how to eradicate this 'Smiths'..
But in a daze of fear and horror.
She knew that if she picked up her brother and they headed home, their father would deal mercilessly with, not just him...
But also her.
Plus, their Mother was not left out, if his hand didn't touch anybody that day, there'd either be more trouble...
Or nothing at all.
Her face was utterly pale by the time she came to her senses.
"...Amanda...Amanda...!"
Hearing her name from a distance, Amanda blinked multiple times before coming back to her senses.
A face was before her, but due to her semi-conscious state, she couldn't quite grab whose face it was, but now that his she was clear-minded, she could see who was in front of her...
And when she saw who it was, she couldn't help gasping with her hand flying to her mouth, immediately to stop the sound from being heard.
But it was too late...
Her Father had already heard her.
Infact, everybody present had already heard it, therefore she trembled...
Her vibrating body wasn't triggered by the thought of her Father had already heard her gasp or if the crowd and Temi's family had heard it.
Her trembling state was because of the unusual grin her Father was giving her.
Grinning at his daughter as he stared at her, Mr. Clinton tilted his head to the side as he slowly took his hand up to her head.
Amanda gasped as she closed her eyes and flinched.
Although, her father had only raised his hand, she made it look like as of he was going to do something bad to her.
But she should have thought twice before gasping and closing her eyes.
Mr. Clinton would never do something to tarnish his image and that of his family...
Though, Mr. Clinton cared about his family, they didn't go come first in his 'Priority List'...
To him, family was a mere accessory that he carried along, especially with the ring on his finger...
He only wore it to prove that at least he's married man and have women running after him like houseflies hovering around human waste...
It disgusts him...
So he decided to get married and satisfy his parents...
And also himself (a little).
Reason being that a man needs to provide himself with satisfaction...
At least.
Other than satisfying himself and his parents, he was also pleased that he was able to get rid of those 'houseflies' pursuing him...
His wife was a real 'accessory'...
When he had announced that he was engaged, all the ladies were in shock...
Some began to laugh hysterically, others like mad ones.
His wife had really played the role of having to push away every other lady...
Not knowing the plan behind everything.
She actually been surprised that he had proposed to her when they were not talking to each other.
Though, they had known each other from small and they had grown up together, it got yo a certain point, he began to act abnormally as he suspended himself from everybody...
Including his friends.
The only reason why she had accepted his proposal in the first place, was because, she had actually had a crush on him in highschool, and as they both grew up.
She thought that he might've reconnected with their highschool friends and he might have talked with them about looking for a good lady to marry, and she had been mentioned because all their friends knew at school that she had a crush with him...
That alone made her heart skip a beat as she subconsciously held her breath...
But when she got into her husband's home, she didn't know of she had directly entered the devil's den or what?
Although she had put up with his attitude for almost twenty (20) years, she never spoke a word, neither did she report him to his parents but prayed for him...
Believing that he'd change over time and she waited patiently...
Seeing his daughter's sudden action, his grin slowly dissipated as he slowly lowered his hand also.
Lowering itself down to her shoulder, Amanda flinched with her eyes still tightly closed.
Slowly bringing himself to her ear level, Mr. Clinton whispered;
"Darling, why are you afraid of me? I'm not going to bite your head off your neck now, am I...?"
Then l, bringing his face out to face her, he had an eery grin plastered on his face.
The smile almost caused Amanda to scream out in fright...
But she knew how she was dealing with, she almost lost her balance...
As she stared straight into her father's eyes, she felt her knees get weak as they couldn't hold her weight anymore.
As her gave way, she felt herself go down...
Immediately her body went down, she felt two tough hands grab her by he arms.
The strength used to hold her arm was enough to carry her entire body, therefore causing her a great amount of pain as she winded slightly with tears in her eyes.
Looking straight at the person that had prevented her from falling and was still holding tightly onto her arm, she couldn't help but gulp down her tears of pain.
As she stared into her father's eyes, she could see the scorn written all over his face, and shined brightly in his eyes...
After a moment of silence, Mr. Clinton finally, but slowly, lowered his head towards his daughter's direction...
Slowly pointing behind him at something (or rather someone), he whispered in her ear...
"You'd better go do what I've just instructed you to do...otherwise I wouldn't have any other choice than to take you to the Belt Room...!"
Mr. Clinton's voice sounded soft, giving Amanda a tingling feeling she didn't what to enjoy.
But her eyes shot up when she heard the 'Belt Room'...
That room was more dangerous than hell itself.
It had only been one that she had ever visited the belt room, but when she had, the life experience she had encountered, she couldn't and wouldn't even wish it for her enemies...
Standing stiff and numb, Amanda's eyes slowly turned to look at her Father, who was smiling at her strangely.
His smile soft...
Seeing his daughter's eyes widen, Mr. Clinton knew that he had inserted some amount of fear inside his daughter...
Looking down at her, with his hands still tightly grasped onto his daughter's arms, he said;
"You'd better hurry...before I change my mind...!"
And with that, he slowly lowered his hands down to his side.
Snapping back to her senses, Amanda shook he head slightly, and then stealing a quick glance at her Father, she unconsciously raised her hand to wipe something from her face, as if warm...
When she felt something slid down her finger, she almost jumped and screeched in fear.
A tear...
As he eyes lowered slowly to her fingers, her father's eyes followed.
More tears were about to slid down but she was fast enough to blink them back immediately...
As she raised her head to look up at her father...
Quickly averting her gaze as she couldn't look get father straight in the eye, she opened and closed her mouth three times as it felt dry and so did her throat.
Opening her mouth one last time, Amanda muttered;
"I'd go pick up Timothy...!"
As soon as those words escaped her lips, she quickly took steps away from her Father.
As she walked past her father, the man followed her with his eyes and movements as he turned slowly but slightly to watch her movement...and in what direction...
When she had reached her brother who was lying on the floor, Amanda heard her father say;
"And hurry up and get him up and out of here, I give you five (5) minutes to carry all that out...!"
Mr. Clinton watched as his daughter lightly placed her feet on the floor as she walked like as if she was afraid of stepping on stones, which got him irritated and had him speak up.
Hearing her Father's voice, Amanda temporarily paused with her hand held in mid air...
Amanda's eyes slowly drifted to her hands that were in mid-air...
They were trembling.
Why was she feeling like this...?
She didn't do anything as bad as what he brother Timothy had done just to gain pity from everyone...!
So why was she feeling this scared...?
Or was it because of...?
Vigorously shaking her head in negation, Amanda shut her eyes tight as she let out a slow sigh.
Slowly opening her eyes, she could feel the gazes of the crowd around her on her...
So, slowly reaching out for her brother, she gently picked him up with care, as she slowly led him towards their car...