Just a quick note, this chapter is a little longer than the other two but there's a lot to get through here.
Also this is (possible) the penultimate chapter of the Curiosity series, there may be one or two more but the end is near. Enjoy.
I start off this chapter with a new motto of mine that I will use from now on; Story first, sex second.
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JANUARY
First Carol, then Craig, now her mother. I will never understand how Mands survives any of this, so many bad things happen in her life and she keeps going, it's times like these that I admire Amanda's spirit. As soon as we got the call Amanda and I drove to the hospital, I took the wheel of Amanda's car, she was crying too much to drive anything. When we reached the hospital Amanda didn't even wait for me to fully park before bursting out and running inside, I followed her immediately. I feared I would lose her in the hospital but thankfully she was still in the reception area having run into Thomas Freeman, the male doctor from her attack months ago, Mands had her face on his shoulder, crying her eyes out.
'Miss Richards.' Thomas spoke up over Amanda. 'Nice to see you and Miss Townsend again, I only wish it was under better circumstances.'
'You know about her mum's death.'
'Yeah.' Thomas looked at the floor, a sad look on his face. 'Yeah I was the one who pronounced her death, when I saw the surname I feared the worst. Would you like to see her?'
Amanda looked up at Thomas; she spoke in a soft whisper. 'Yes please.'
Thomas led us to the room where Amanda's mum was, Thomas explained he left her there for Amanda. Thomas and I stayed out the room while we watched Amanda go in and look over her dead mum. She cried and said a few words but I didn't hear what she said.
'It's a damn shame.' Thomas spoke up. 'First she was attacked then her mother dies so soon afterwards.'
'This isn't the first time, her twin sister died when she was 12, hit by a car.'
'Fuck. Sorry.'
'It's alright. How'd she die?'
'Hypothermia. She'd obviously passed out due to alcohol and ended up in the snow, the cold weather and alcohol in her bloodstream was just too much. Given the temperature she was probably out in the snow for two to three hours.'
Amanda came out; the tears in her eyes were obvious. 'Hezz, c, can we go, go home now please.'
'Of course Mands. We'll deal with this all in the morning.
'You want me to phone your father?' Thomas asked. 'Or do you want to do that yourself?'
'Please do that, I can't talk to that bastard.'
'I will.'
We got back in the car and drove back home, much like our last trip back from the hospital Mands was silent, only this time I didn't mind, she had every reason not to talk. When we got back to the apartment Mands seemed almost in a dream-like state, she simply drifted through the hallways and up the stairs, saying barely two words to anyone offering condolences. Everyone from our New Year's party had left; the only ones left were Rachel and James.
'We stayed behind.' Said Rachel getting up off the sofa. 'Made sure nobody stole anything and we didn't know if you had your keys.'
'Thanks.' I looked over Rachel's shoulder and saw Amanda float into the bedroom. Rachel turned round and saw what I was looking at.
'How's she taking it?' Asked James.
'I don't know, she seemed pretty bad at the hospital but for the past half hour she looks, dead inside.'
Rachel put her hand on my shoulder 'Look after her ok, I know what it's like to lose your mother and I was lucky enough to have my sister with me. You're like a sister to Amanda, make sure she doesn't do anything stupid.'
'Thanks Rach.'
Rachel and James left, I headed for the bedroom to find Amanda. She was lying on her side on the bed, softly crying to herself, I lay down beside her and placed my arm over her stomach.
'I didn't even say goodbye.' Amanda spoke quietly through her tears. 'The last thing I said to her was "Drink yourself to death you alkie bitch." She did Hezz, I told her to and now she'd dead.'
'Hey hey, this is in no way your fault. You did nothing wrong, if you start blaming yourself you'll only end up harming yourself and others around you.'
I kissed her cheek and snuggled in close to her, I felt her hand lock fingers with mine across her stomach. Not knowing what else to do I tenderly sung to her.
'Would you love me tomorrow? Like you say you love me now. Would you love me, would you love me tomorrow? Like you say you love me now. When the flames of our flesh have stopped burning, and the fire of our love has cooled down.'
I don't know if it helped any but Amanda stayed quiet the rest of the night, she fell asleep first, I followed not long after.
About a week later Billie came by to see how Amanda was, she apologised for not coming earlier but there was a bunch of shit with Vincent's death and Caleb's brain problems had a big jolt; he was fine but they'd had a scare. While at ours I noticed Billie had her hand on her stomach and went to the toilet a fair few times, when I questioned her on it she passed it off as a virus but I wasn't convinced.
FEBRUARY
Thomas stayed true to his word and phoned Amanda's father, because he had a steady income he arranged the funeral with a few of his ex-wife's siblings. Amanda had by now gotten over her mother's death, it still hurt her but she was able to put on a brave face. I accompanied her to the funeral, for moral support more than anything but also to pay my respects, before she fell to the demon drink I was on good terms with Amanda's mother and I was sad to see her go. The choice for the body was cremation, after the ceremony and a few words had been said -- Amanda almost got up but sadness and anger stopped her -- everyone in the church watched the casket go slowly into the furnace, all except Amanda who looked at the floor the entire time, avoiding eye-contact with anyone.
A few hours later almost everyone was at Amanda's dad's house for the wake, there was general chatter and conversation; a few people gave their sympathies to Amanda. But then the one person who we both wanted to avoid found us, Amanda's father.
'Hello dear, how've you been?'
'Fine.' Amanda didn't even look at her father.
'Hello Heather.'
'Hello Peter.'
Peter returned to his daughter 'Any big news, any changes in your life.'
'Yes.'
'You going to tell me what they are?'
'No.'
As much as an asshole as he was Peter knew when to let something go. 'Well I hope you're well.'
'Why do you care?'
'Amanda please, you're still my daughter and I still love you.'
'Not enough obviously.'
He ignored her and continued talking. 'There's someone I want you to meet.'
Peter waved over to someone, a few seconds later a young woman -- in her early 30s -- holding a blanketed bundle came over to us. Instantly Amanda and I both feared the worst. Peter put his arm around the young women.
'You remember Stephanie don't you Amanda?'
'Yeah, the gold-digging, home-wrecking slut.'
Stephanie opened her mouth to protest but Peter stopped her. 'What you may think of Stephanie doesn't matter, all that matters is this little girl.'
Peter moved the blanket to show the face of a baby, she was clearly very young, possible only a few months. Amanda took one short look at the baby and turned away.
'This is Rose. Amanda this is your sister.'
Peter had just said what Amanda already knew but to hear that she had a new sister brought it all crashing down on her. I could see in her eyes the memories of Carol rushing through her head, Peter was oblivious to this.
'Do you want to hold her?'
'No.' Amanda didn't even think about it. 'I don't.'
Peter was noticeably shocked at her answer. 'Why not?'
'Because if I get close to her she's going to know who I am and I'm going to hate her. She'll have done nothing wrong but every time I'd see her I'll be reminded of you leaving my mother and the state you left her in. That little thing is completely innocent and doesn't deserve any hate I'd give her but I won't be able to help myself. Come on Hezz let's get out of here.'
I followed Amanda out to the car; she got in the driver's seat for a change and stormed away from the house. I felt terrified as Amanda belted down the motorway to home.
'Mands, you might want to slow down. Mands, will you slow down.'
She was deaf to my pleas. 'Amanda stop the car.' I yelled at her.
The car came to a screeching halt on a lay-by; the entire motorway was empty so thankfully we never hit anything. I opened my mouth to tell Amanda off but she pounced on me, kissing me ferociously, taking me by surprise.
'Shut up Hezz and fuck me.'
I said nothing; I couldn't say anything to her like this. Amanda skilfully climbed over the gear stick and knelt on top of me. She started taking off her top and I copied her, Amanda's top was already off and on the floor by the time I was only half-way unbuttoning mine. I could tell Mands' was impatient as she grabbed my top and ripped it off me. I looked over Amanda, her fantastic breasts spilling out of her black, lacy bra; I wasted no time in burying my head in her cleavage, licking, kissing and sucking any piece of flesh I could find. But Amanda had no time for my slow, tender love; she pushed me back down on the chair, yanked my own bra down and went to work on my already hard nipples. The sensitivity I normally have felt tripled today as Amanda kissed and sucked me, one of her hands slipped into my trousers and passed my panties, she fingered me, fast and hard, my juices coating the crotch of my trousers and some spilling out to the seat. I was dangerously close to climax.
Then Amanda bit my nipple. It came out of nowhere and freaked me out. 'Ow Mands what was that?'
No answer, another bite, harder this time. 'Ow, Mands watch it.'
A third bite, the hardest of them all. Scared, I threw Amanda off me and back to her side; she fell over the gear stick and landed awkwardly on her side. I look at her and all I see is anger, but not at me. Fury poured over Amanda and she started hitting the steering wheel and dashboard.