[Justin's P.O.V]

I couldn't pin point it but there was something in my gut that told me to stop Amara from going with Bianca. Although Amara insisted and assured me that she would be okay and that I shouldn't worry because she was comfortable with doing so, I just wanted to prevent her from going but I still couldn't force her.

I can't trust Bianca with anything.
She has done a list of things which only add in to the amount distrust and dislike I have against her.

How could she even think of trying to trap me with a child that's not even mine? I don't know anything about babies but I do know that they don't deserve to go through something like that, so much trauma that could potentially damage a child's mind no matter how young they are...being tossed around like that and used to that extent. It's just pathetic. This just makes me realize just how unsurprised I am that Bianca would do something like this, she is pathetic and it's not even a fucking secret.  Kids simply don't deserve mothers like Bianca.

How did I even think for a minute that she said I was the father when she was the one who chose to become a slut and cheat on me?

When she walked inside the house  earlier with the little girl by her side, normally someone who's a parent would feel some sort of connection just by looking at the child. Or so I think. However, that wasn't what I felt at all. There was really nothing deep in my heart or whatever... and that's when I knew that I wasn't in anyway related to her.

Her father is the prick that Bianca cheated on me with two fucking years ago and she has some sick, twisted nerve for even thinking of involving me in this shit. If I'm right about this whole thing, which I know I'm 99.99999% right, I don't think that I'll be able to ever forgive her pretty easily.

I moved from the kitchen to the living room, feeling annoyed for some reason. Not finding anything really interesting to catch my attention on TV, I contemplated what to do for five whole minutes until I decided to call mom. Haven't spoken to her in a while and I needed to check how they're doing.

Mom unsurprisingly answered the call in two rings. Her excited voice blared in my ear that I winced a little.

"Mom calm down, it's just me." I chuckled a little as I envisioned her rolling her eyes right now.

"I'm just glad that you called. I don't know where you got this bad habit of not coming to see us for more than 2 weeks Justin! Things never used to be like this." She spoke in a repremanding manner but I could hear the hint of sadness in her tone at the last part.

I sighed "Mom, things have not been easy."

"Come to see us then."

"I will I promise. I just need to...sort something out first."

I waited for like a minute without any response until I heard a low intermittent sob. Guilt overwhelmed me immidiately as I envisioned her crying because of me.

"Mom what's wrong? I promise I'm okay" I started, making sure to sound as reassuring as I possibly could. She was too emotional today.

"Honey I'm worried about you. Both your father and I. I just...sometimes I feel like we're not being the best parents to you. Yes we love you like our own blood son and we want the absolute best for you, but sometimes I feel as if we are not doing a good job at being ideal parents to you." I hated the sadness that engulfed me as I listened to her words "Sometimes I feel like you're excluding us too much. Justin we miss you a lot and now I feel as if I don't know my son anymore. It's like we know nothing about you now since you've moved out."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you felt that way." She was right...maybe there was a point where I acted like I don't have parents that love me and want the best for me, adoptive or not, I still love them like they're my own blood.

"How about this, I can come tomorrow for dinner. Plus there is someone I would like you to meet."

This was right. My parents needed to know what's currently happening in my life, I can't shut them out like that. When I lost my birth mom, it felt as if the world would be too much for me to handle...and it was that way when I was still in the children's home. I felt so lonely. But when I was finally adopted, the big hole of missing a mother's love quickly got filled. Disregarding them now that I have a life of my own just wasn't a good thing to do at all. It wasn't fair for them nor was I making it any easier for myself.

"Okay that's wonderful. I'm looking forward to it already." She countered with a happier tone and I felt myself smile, noticing the big transformation in her tone.

I said goodbye to her and hang up.

I needed to call Amara. I needed to tell her about the dinner to my parent's house tomorrow night. I'm not sure  about how she'll feel about it but I'm sure that she'll be happy to meet my parents.

I took a glance of the time on my cellphone and noticed that Amara has been gone for almost an hour now. She should be back soon.

Feeling uneasy, I decided to call her but she wouldn't pick up her phone. I tried it again and still received the same answer, voicemail.

This was unlike her, Amara was always the person to call or text most of the time, and she hardly let my calls go unanswered. So her not answering my calls especially in such a situation made feel that something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong.

Without anymore procrastination, I snatched my car keys and went to find her.

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[Amara's P.O.V]

The ride was mostly silent. I didn't know what to say to Bianca other than to tell her how unnecessary she was being in our lives. But I've already told her enough of that for her to know exactly how I felt about her.

Hopefully it clicks in her head and she leaves us alone, leaves Justin alone.

The car ride was long and I wanted to ask her where the hell we were going but she stopped in front of some tatty motel.

Was this where she lived?

I saw the name on the front sign but it was too faded for me to read. All I could make out was the word 'motel' at the end.

I frowned, turning in my seat to look at her but was met by a smirking face. Something took over me that I could not decipher as anything else but uncertainty.

Did she really want to talk or was there something else she planned?

Did she live at this motel?

And what did she want to tell me?

"Bianca this is ridiculous. I'd actually like to go home now." I tell her, trying to ignore the fact that I was currently feeling close to being intimidated by her.

The deathly, evil look that took over her features was enough to make me know that she had other plans. But what could she possibly do?

Justin was right. I shouldn't have went anywhere with her.

"Home? You don't possibly mean Justin's apartment right? Because no matter how much you feel like you've got Justin wrapped around your little finger, he'd never love you like he once loved me. And I know he still does, you're just a mere confusion in his life that I'm about to sort out right now. Then after that, guess who'll end up having her happily ever after, after all."

I felt myself getting sick but my anger revealed itself too.

I went to open the door but realized that it was locked.

I looked at her with pure rage engulfing me but she just smirked.

"Open the doors Bianca! I want to get out of here!"

She laughed, almost like she didn't hear the anger laced in my voice which only infuriated me more.

"Really Amy? You're yelling at me now? It's like you don't fucking realize how much I'm basically overpowering you right now." 

"What will you gain from keeping me locked up in your car? Don't you at least have some sense of guilt that you're doing all this shit in front of your daughter?" I remembered that her child was still in the backseat, watching the scene in front of her obliviously.

Bianca clenched her teeth together "The same child you're trying to keep away from her father!"

She yelled and leaned towards me. Before I could register what she was doing, she snatched my phone from my hand.

I was about to get it back from her hold when I suddenly felt strong arms gripping my upper body from behind, restraining me from moving by pressing me back in the seat.

Panic invaded me as I tried to fight off the strong arms.

I released a scream but a hand pressed tightly against my lips, muffling my sounds.

I caught a glance of Bianca and saw her smiling evilly as she opened the door on her side and stepped out of the car. I could not do much but I tried by all means to remove myself from the strong grip that was currently being applied to me, but it was all done without luck.

The hand was removed from my lips  but shortly after that, I felt it covering my nose. Only this time with a strong, chemical scent.

Fighting it off became harder as each crucial second passed.

My actions of defence became sloppier as I felt myself getting dizzy.

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