Always & Forever

Chapter 13

Amada POV

No. Not him.

I could see him walking away from his car, closer and closer to the house.

I turned around and ran up the stairs again, going two steps at a time. There was no way I was opening that door to him. Just as my foot hit the top step it slipped, and I fell, my ankle twisting awkwardly as I barely caught myself at the top, avoiding falling down all the stairs. My phone though, went tumbling down a few more steps.

I groaned as pain shot through my ankle and swore a few times under my breath, holding back the tears. I grasped my ankle, trying my best to hurry to dad's office but met him in the hall as he was coming to me, worried about the loud thump when I fell.

"Amada, are you alright?"

I whimpered in pain, as I slumped to the ground, biting my lip and trying not to cry. "Dad-"

The bedroom door opened then and mom walked out, concerned. "Amada, what happened?"

"Mom, Fred is at the door." I said, my ankle throbbing. Stupid stairs.

"What happened to you, Amada?" She asked, sitting down next to me, acting as if she hadn't heard what I said.

She wiped the tears that unknowingly had fallen, "Mom, did you not hear me? Fred is at the door."

"I don't give a-" she took a breath, starting again, "Amada, I'm not worried about that right now, what is wrong with your ankle?"

I opened my mouth to reply when I loud, hard knock was heard throughout the house.

Neither mom nor dad moved though, they both sat with me, waiting for my response.

"I was trying to go tell dad that Fred was here cause I didn't want to deal with him and I tripped. I dropped my phone too."

Mom opened her mouth but stopped when we heard,
"Yo, homeboy, go home. Nobody wants you here." Isla said sassily and slammed the door shut. I hit my head back against the wall. She doesn't have much of a filter sometimes.

Dad laughed quietly and I would have too probably, if my foot wasn't swollen and in so much pain. I could feel it pulsing under my hands.

Mom ignored everything, I'm not even sure she was coherent to the situation. She was too focused on my ankle.

I used the back of my hand to wipe away the tears that had fallen. "Amada, let me see your foot." she requested softly.

I removed my other hand carefully and she lifted my foot towards her gently but still, it hurt more when she moved it and I whimpered again in pain. My natural reflexes kicked in and I pulled my foot back, holding it.

She looked up at Sean, "Will you get an icepack, please? It will help the swelling."

He nodded and stood, as persistent knocking continued from the front door.

I could see mom getting annoyed but she didn't say anything. She continued holding my foot anxiously, as if it would fall off.

"It's okay, mom." I said quietly.

"It's not, we can't replace your foot."

"Well technically we can. A prosthetic is a replacement."

She looked up at me, giving me a look saying stop and I did.

Mom gently released my foot and got up, having enough and said, "Don't move." giving me a stern look.

I nodded, holding my foot in my hands as mom went downstairs.