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Eight years later (after SEE ME)
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"I don't have a problem." Amanda yelled at the group, who had taken their seats to form a large circle in the therapy hall, while she stood in front of her seat.
Amanda has been with the group for two weeks, and she already hates everyone and every moment of it. The room was filled with traumatized females—people who did worse than she ever did. Yet everyone perceived her as a loose screw.
"Besides, this punishment doesn't fit my crime. What I did wasn't even a crime," she instantly proceeded.
"We are not saying you have a problem, Amanda." The group leader, Augusta, spoke in a sing-song voice with a phony smile concealing her frown. "We are just saying you should work through the fixing process with us."
"Why waste your energy fixing me when I'm not broken? You are the ones who need fixing." Amanda raised her voice, gritting her teeth. "You think I've got a temper? Well, why shouldn't I? Yet, I can't imagine myself doing the horrible things you all have done. My reaction is little compared to y'all seated here," she said, trying her best to calm herself after realizing her temper got the best of her again.
"What we are trying to say is—
"Hush Augusta." Amanda snuck in. "You took a bucket of acid and filled it in your lover's bathtub just because he got you a necklace instead of an engagement ring." Amanda gave her an eagle stare that pierced through her soul.
Augusta sat speechless; this time, her face couldn't hide her frown.
"Poor Romeo, if only he knew his Juliet was a serial killer." She added, then turned to the lady seated next to Augusta, one of whom followed Augusta's every order.
"MA-RY!" Amanda stressed. Can you ever be pure and holy like our holy virgin Mary?" she asked rhetorically. "You went to your husband's side-chick parent's house when they were not home, and you burned it to ashes, killing their cats and their kittens that were home. I mean, what business has the side chick's parents got to do with your husband's infidelity? That side chick was in her third year of college, and your husband was only an addicted womanizer. Her parents never knew they were seeing each other. Did you stop there? No, you went to your husband's office and sprayed paint on everybody, and of course, your womanizer of a husband lost his job because of that. Psycho Bitch." Amanda said she was smiling and really enjoying herself.
"Oh, don't worry; I didn't forget about you." She turned her glare at Matilda. "Young, beautiful, tall, and sexy, Matilda. You have the perfect body and the most beautiful face yet. I wonder why men run away from you. Oh! I know, it's because beneath all that facade, there is a devil dwelling inside. Tell me, Matilda, what drives you, a young girl still in college with a bright future ahead of you, to bring out a fully loaded gun and shoot your father's leg. And I ask again, Matilda, What drives you, if not the devil?"
"Amanda, you have no right to judge me." Matilda's fingers were curled together as she spoke in a dejected manner with her head bowed.
Puffing out her annoyed snigger, Amanda folded her arms and bent backwards a little to have a good look at Matilda. "Oh, and you do? You judged me first; you all judged me first." She pointed at the twelve ladies seated in the hall. "Besides, I don't have to Judge y'all. You are your own judges; y'all are just guilty of foolishness and stupidity. Tell me, all of you, what is wrong with what I did, huh? I only poured hot soup on him."
"And you stabbed his lap with a fork," Mary interrupted, adding the obvious fact Amanda intentionally left out.
Admittedly, Amanda said, "Yes, I did that; he's still alive, and he can still use his leg." She defended her little attack on her Fiancé. Ex-Fiancé. The successful, tall, chocolate-colored-skin actor, Troy Humphrey A man Amanda dreads to remember.
Troy Humphrey—who was so in love with her, or so Amanda thought—wasn't as perfect as everyone believed. Yes, he did help her become a better actress. Yes, he did show her off to the press, even though he was the most famous of the two. But... a big NO became revealed that overshadowed all the rest.
Scratching the visible idea that they were the best couple on the red carpet, on television shows, and in every magazine. Winning the Best Couple award was proof, but it still wasn't enough to prevent the bombshell that exploded before her eyes.
Eight years since high school and only three breakups But none of them prepared Amanda for the biggest shock she received from Troy.
That fateful day when everything changed, it all happened because of the rain. Well, maybe not, but the weather did have Amanda craving the hot ginger-chicken soup for dinner. So after driving to a fancy restaurant to have a personal date with herself, things went downhill from there.
She walked into the restaurant, sat close to the window, and placed her order. She looked around as if admiring the place, then her eyes locked on the table at the far end of the restaurant.
She smiled when she saw Troy in the same restaurant as her, but she didn't want to get in the way, for she assumed he was on a Business date with the guy he was sitting with.
Not until she witnessed her Fiancé fondling HIM like he usually did HER. His hands then skimmed tenderly from the stranger's shoulder to HIS face.
Amanda shook her head, trying to unsee it. She thought she was just overreacting. But she wasn't; she was so certain when she saw them kissing.
Amanda was furious. She never imagined that one day she would be dumped for a guy, nor did she imagine she could date a gay man.
Irritably, She stormed over to their table; she didn't say a word when she got there. Of course, Troy was shocked, but before he could form a word, Amanda baptized him with the hot bowl of soup that was in front of him and then took the fork on the table and stabbed his left lap.
Troy screamed in terror, and when she turned, she saw flashes of lights from phone cameras. She took her last piece of heart and left the restaurant.
"I can't continue this session any longer. I can't even remember how I got here in the first place." Amanda stated, picking up her purse off the floor where she had placed it and moving quickly toward the door. Just as she was about to twist the knob, she heard Augusta's voice out loud.
"Have a nice life."
"I intend to," Amanda replied, twisting the knob and slamming the door behind her.
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