Chapter One

Amalia's POV

"Amalia! Amalia!" Wake up…. Her voice was urgent, pulling me from the depths of my nightmare, the depth of this despair.

I woke up with a loud scream and tears rolling down my cheek hugging my mum that was seating on my bed. "I'm here I'm here". She says.

Huh! I heaved a sigh of relive thank goodness it was a nightmare.

"Darling what happened, did you have that dream again?" My mum asks.

Yes mum that same nightmare with the mysterious man, mummy it looks real, the torture and everything, I think I'm losing my mind this constant nightmare scares me so much mum.

She strokes back the strand of hair that was covering my face.

"It's just a mare dream my baby don't let it get to you, remember you are my daughter you have the Anderson's blood running through your veins your dad and I and even your brother will  protect you with everything we have. Get up and prepare, you have an interview to attend today remember, you don't want to be late. Or you want to work for the family?"

Uhmm… Yes Fabiola, I know I have an interview today and lets not talk about working for the family please you know I like inventing things of my own mum. I love you so much mother you always know how to calm me down, I gave her a light peck on her cute soft cheek… Now leave my room mum I say playfully.

"Alright make it quick your breakfast will be served soon" between I prepared it myself." She says

Okay mum on it.

I rushed into the bathroom and ran a shower for myself and brushed my teeth, on coming out my cloth was already laid down on my bed; I beamed knowing it's my mums choice. I quickly changed into the beautiful blue short gown hanging above my knee, I stepped into my black heels took my resume, my laptop and handbag; I went straight to the dinning where my family were waiting.

Good morning dad! Good morning Zayn!

"Morning. Amalia! You still don't want to work with us my dear"? Dad says.

Let's talk about this later not now please dad.

"Hmm"

Zayn what is it?

"Stop being stubborn and join us already"

Keep your opinion to yourself, I don't need it. Like I say we'll discuss this topic later. Bye.

"Amalia eat your breakfast at least before you leave". She says.

Mum I can't seat and have breakfast with you guys I am running late, but I promise to make it back on time so we'll all have lunch together let's just pray and hope I get this job mummy. I take a bite of the egg on my plate and quickly rushed out with the cup of coffee. I hear my mum telling me to pray before leaving a typical African woman, but I was running late for my interview.

I will pray on my way mummy, don't worry I say.