Not your typical baby mama

Chapter 88 Amy Can't Be Happy If Stella Isn't

Two hours ago

Ian and Mona were seen with a bag of groceries as they walked into a motel. They passed by the lobby where the receptionist, who didn't care about the rollers in her hair, sat with a cigarette trapped between her lips.

The two were so immersed in their own little world that they didn't notice the amused stare the woman gave Ian as he walked on.

They took the stairs leading to the only floor with rooms. It was a rundown little motel, with stained walls, hallways with poor lighting, and terrible sound proofing walls. The two could practically hear everything coming from other rooms as they walked to theirs.

From the sound of someone running curses against a soccer match, some people's arguments, and someone either watching porn or doing the deed. It wasn't a conducive environment to live in but this is all they could afford. They made sure to keep to themselves so they don't attract unwanted attention.

Ian let Mona unlock the door before he followed her in with a bag groceries. She flicked on the switch.

"Ah! I was wondering when you'd get here", they heard a soft voice speak in a bored tone.

Mona was startled by the intrusion she practically jumped into Ian's arms. The latter just stood and stared in shock. He took in the person. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her figure, her little baby bump was shielded by the leather jacket she wore on top and she completed the ensemble with some boots. He had to admit, Amy looked so hot in that moment. But wait.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

When Mona heard him speak, she looked over to find Amy seated on their good single sofa, arms resting on the armrest, legs elegantly crossed one over the other, and with her impassive expression; she practically looked like a Queen in her turf. Mona got down from him and went to close the door before coming back to stand next to Ian.

,m "How did you find us?" Mona assumed a defensive stance as she crossed her arms against her chest.

"That's irrelevant. What's important is I shouldn't be here, and neither should you", Amy was calm as she spoke unhurriedly.

"Our decisions have nothing to do with you. Leave", Mona pointed at the door.

"They normally wouldn't but unfortunately, this time around is an exception. Quite bothersome if you ask me."

"Leave, Ian tell her to leave." Mona looked to find Ian quietly staring at Amy. He was still stunned not believing that Amy was here in the flesh. He never thought he'd see her again.

"Why did you runaway? You're acting like two lovers who have been forbade by their elders from being together. Well, play time is over. You need to go home."

"Excuse me! You don't know how hard it is for us!"

"Oh don't give me that marlakey", Amy rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Ian and Mona: "..."

'What the hell is a marlakey?'

"Monalisa Westley, the only child to Kate and Aaron Westley. One is a museum curator and another is one of the directors at Good Hope Hospital. I wonder how life has been 'rough' for you with your parents working their hardest to give you a good life. Do you know how many people want what you have? Not just a good home but an actual family with caring parents?" Amy felt angry especially when she thought of her younger days in the orphanage.

She had always craved for familial love but all she got was the bullying from the older kids so she turned to books for comfort. She was sure there were other kids who felt like her yet this child before her is not the least grateful for what she has.

"You don't know what it's like! It would take them a week to even notice I was gone."

"But that doesn't seem to be the case", Amy held out her phone and showed it to them. "They filed a missing persons report not long after Ian's family did."

Ian was shocked when he heard this while Mona openly mirrored his emotions. Amy tucked her phone away into her jacket pocket.

"I'm not here to discuss your issues. I'll get straight to the point. Your actions have upset a lot of people back home, quite selfish and childish of you if you ask me. Did you ever stop for moment to think how your sudden disappearance would affect them? You're only seventeen and still in highschool, while you're nineteen and taking a gap year from college. As long as you're still under your parents' roof, you don't get to make selfish decisions like this."

"You're not related to us. This has nothing to do with you", Mona countered.

"It shouldn't but it does. I can't be in a stressful environment but how do you expect me to be happy when Stella isn't? Now", she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward with her hands claspedand elbows resting on her knees. "You have two hours to come to a decision and I expect you to make a sensible one. Don't bother running away again, I'll find you; it's what I'm good at anyway."

"Who are you?" Mona suddenly became uncomfortable with her. They didn't switch on their phones or use credit cards so how did she find them. Did she follow them? She didn't seem like the type to waste her time like that.

"Two hours and nothing more. If I don't hear from you", she stood up to leave. "Well, I wonder what your parents and the police will think about the little greenhouse your friends have."

Mona gasped and her eyes widened in horror. That was her only connection to getting good weed and no one knew about that they were growing it or where it was. It was in such a remote area how could she have found out?

"And Ian, running away with a minor? What will the police think of that? Since you both want to be away from your families that much, jail is the probable answer. At least they'll know where you are."

"Are you threatening us? You can't force a decision on us!" Mona hardened her gaze but there was a hint of fear in her eyes.

"I don't do threats. I'm simply giving you the facts. Think about it. Two hours."

With that, Amy left their room leaving the two teenagers stunned in their boots. Amy felt sick from the smell of the dirty walls and the lewd sounds that she could hear from the hallway. The receptionist flashed her yellow teeth in a smile when she saw Amy come down stairs.

"I was expecting a cat fight", The receptionist commented.

"There was no need for one" , Amy smiled back as she exited the motel.

She took a taxi heading home. Whilst on the way, she fished out her phone and composed an email to the FDA telling them about the little greenhouse Mona's highschool friends had built for their illegal weed business. With her name on the line, she trusted they would handle this problem. Of course, she notified the school as a 'concerned parent'.

Mona was no exception. Whether she went home or not, her parents would still be notified of it and Amy left it to them to deal with their daughter as they see fit. She looked at the time on her phone, twenty minutes had passed since the two hours she gave them. She would spend the rest at Stella's in hopes to comfort the woman in the meantime.