59: Poor

AMANDA'S POV

I woke up pissed at Aldo and more pissed that I didn't do anything to stop him from trying to kill me.

The moment he walked in, I tried to ignore him and I just picked up what was left of my makeup on the bed. I tried packing it back into my make up box and I kept looking my hair behind just so I could concentrate on what I was doing.

I can't lie— I'm scared of Aldo. A part of me may act like I don't feel s**t but I am very much scared of what he's capable of doing.

I just kept a straight face and sat on my dressing table. I styled my hair into a high bun but it didn't come out the way I wanted.

I scoffed in frustration and tried again, this time with a very viable frown. I wriggled the hair over and over till I had a perfect bun.

I reached for the mascara and gently lined my eyes. ……