Amora's P.O.V

I was sick and tired of everyone treating me like I was some kind of charity case. They all tiptoed around me as though the very air I occupied was filled with  glass. Fragile glass that would shatter beyond repair at any sudden movements or unthought word that may slip past their lips. Clearly in their eyes I was already broken yet slowly with every passing day I felt like a new crack would rip through the tender flesh of my heart because of their actions. Every time they looked at me I saw the fear mixed with sadness that gleamed bright in their eyes when they looked at me. They all treated me with extra care...everyone with the exception of him.

He didn't hide the way I made him feel he went out of his way at times to make it clear. Yet he didn't even have to speak for me to know that my mere presence disgusted him. He was rarely at home and whenever we saw each other he simply stared at me yet I found a sick sense of peace by simply looking at the way his stormy blue eyes darkened with hate merged with hurt willing myself to imagine that beneath all the hate he's grown toward me in the past weeks laid love. That feeble hope allowed the prison I was forced to call home seem alive again instead of the dull loveless place it was really. To be loved was all I ever wanted and it seems that the emotion found new ways to evade my darkened sorrowful world condemning it to an eternity of emptiness.

"You have a doctor's appointment at eight." Dora informed me snapping me out of my daze. Taking my tired eyes off the scrambled eggs that littered my plate I looked into her bright brown ones instantly dropping mine when I saw the sorrow that filled her mocha brown orbs when she looked at me.

"I didn't do it Dora." I said lowly dropping my fork onto my plate.

"I...Amora sometimes accepting responsibility for our actions is better than trying to deny them. It helps us heal inside love." She said with an edge to her voice.

"You really believe that I am capable of doing such a horrible thing?" I asked looking into her brown eyes for anything resembling faith. Faith in me. Even if it was just a drop at least I'd be able to breathe knowing that somebody knew me enough to know that I respected life.

"The doctor's found enough drugs in your system to knock out a horse. I don't get how you forgot that you took them but Amora the fact is that you did." She replied sadly the only emotion that radiated off her body was disappointment. One that was much worse than pity in my eyes. The little hope that coursed through my body instantly went dead.

"There is no way in hell I could forget that I took pain killers when I remember everything I did up to when I collapsed. I don't care that nobody believes me but I know that I didn't try to kill myself. And trust me if I were to try I would  make sure that I succeed because dying maybe better than living my life surrounded by people who don't trust me." I lashed back quickly regretting my words when I saw the shock settle on her features.

"Look I'm sorry it's just that between the way you look at me and William blatantly ignoring me I feel as though I'm trapped in a metal box where the oxygen has been cut off." I apologized lowly hanging my head when I felt the sting of unshed tears that threatened to fall. I didn't quite know how it was possible to get that much drugs into my system without my knowledge but I believed that there was a reasonable explanation  for everything and that was what I was going to find. The truth would set me free...literally because once the truth about this mess was revealed I sure as hell wasn't going to hang around for any apologies if anybody would see it fit.

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It's been hours and I was quickly growing tired of staring blankly at the computer screen that sat before me. Yet fatigue nor the slight throbbing that came from my cramping hip was going to stop me from getting to the bottom of this 'mystery'.

"What are you doing?" William's tired voice asked once he entered his office causing me to almost jump straight out of my skin. He wasn't supposed to see me in here! He wasn't even supposed to be home seeing that lately it seems that he's never here unless he forgets something or needs to stare at me which he did at least once a week we'd already passed our limit for this week.

"I...Iii...," I stuttered looking up at the red faced man frozen.

"Amora just please get out." He mumbled tiredly raking his fingers through his messy inky curls.

"William I...," I attempted to explain myself but then my eyes settled on the multiple love bites that littered his neck that were left there by some other woman successfully left me speechless as a painful ache in my chest settled in. Hurt, but I guess that's the exact emotion he wanted to elicit seeing that I'd hurt him. I just stood there on wobbly legs as his darken eyes held mine wordlessly singing a song of hurt and distrust. This was like a dance. One that we had done so many times. One we had successfully perfected; memorizing every step, every dip and twirl. He always lead and I obediently followed along and when he was done violently dipping and twirling my helpless body like a rag doll I would escape to recollect myself just for him to waltz back in and do it all over again.

"You don't need to explain anything to me Amora." He said lowly and with that he turned and walked over to his desk going about his business as though my frozen body didn't exist to him.
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William's P.O.V

"You actually believe her?" I scuffed looking at the woman who anxiously paced the length of my office.

"She wasn't lying William we should at least investigate before cementing it as a fact." Dora mumbled anxiously nibbling on her fingers turning looking at my bored face. The truth is if I knew she wanted to come into my office to talk about Amora I would've found a reason to leave. It took too much out of me to talk about her. I couldn't believe I'd allowed myself to be hurt yet again and even though she may not know it Amora has the power to permanently destroy me and it terrified me. Almost loosing Amora brought me right back to the scarred fragile person I was five years ago and it angered me knowing that I may in one way loose what I held dear to me once again yet this time the stakes were much higher.

"Dora all the facts we needed were found in the tests they ran on her." I breathed out trying hard not to blow up.

"They found heavy pain killers in her system. We don't have that in them house and I don't think I need to mention that Amora has only left this house all of three times and was always accompanied by you." She rushed out moving so she sat looking at me.

"Your point is?" I asked cocking my head to the side when a tear raced down her pale cheek.

"My point is that I don't think that she tried to commit suicide William." She said sadly while wiping he teary eyes.

"So she magically got that amount of drugs into her system. Well isn't that comforting." I growled out sarcastically.

"After the both of you argued I made something for her eat which she turned down saying that she wasn't feeling well before she went into your office." She said her glossy brown eyes seemed to be glowing in the evening sun while I stared at the excited woman ahead of me completely bored with the topic.

"Dora I could really care less honestly." I found myself saying truthfully to the woman who seemed to be acting out a long time fantasy of hers but sadly for her I didn't need her Nancy Drew detective skills or input in my life.

"William the last place Amora went to before collapsing... the only place she could've gotten the pills whether  it be she stole it or it was unknowingly put in something she ate or drank was at the palace. I get that you are angry but listening to her would go a long way as well as thinking about her feelings in the situation." She concluded her words successfully catching my attention.

Lazily thinking back to that day it was a fact that I didn't let Amora out of my sight while at the palace. Reasons being I knew how gullible she was and leaving her alone with my sister and Sara would've been like leaving a defenseless sheep in the company of hungry wolves. Secondly even though I would never admit this out loud I just didn't want her to be too far from my grasp. I enjoyed her company- the way her chocolate cheeks heated up when I made her laugh or blush. I enjoyed how her skin felt beneath my finger tips and the way her lips felt against mine. I enjoyed looking into her big doe eyes that's gleamed with purity and innocence or what I thought was purity.

"She didn't leave my sight while at the palace." I found myself saying before anger shot through body taking over my blood turning it into heated lava and for the very first time in two months it wasn't focused towards the brown skinned woman who was now curled up in my bed fast asleep but at the woman who brought me into this world. The woman I was surely going to kill if she had anything to do with this...ensuring that her death would be as slow and tortuous as I could make it.

My mother.

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A/N

Hey guys thank you for reading and I hope this helped any of you guys who were confused. If not I'll explain briefly and if you still have any questions comment or private message me☺️

🌹Explanation-
Basically when Amora collapsed two chapters ago it was due to an overdose of painkillers. Painkillers she denies ever taking in attempt to end her life.

✨I don't know if that was helpful if not just tell me and I'll try my best to help you. I'm sorry I confused some of you though 😕 I feel horrible