Chapter One Hundred and Eleven- Awry

Amara winced as a harsh pain speared her cheek.  She was expecting that.  Mary was practically screeching at this point. It was like a parrot on crack had gotten into a new pile of cocaine. “That’s not a baby!” Amara had to bite her tongue. It was rather obvious. There was a pile of blue cotton and a few lace strings. Definitely no baby. It had taken everything in Amara to not break her act. Ever since the park and when Cindy came walking in… Amara had to pretend with a pile of blankets as if an endearing little child was wrapped inside of them. It had almost come to an end when Amara was pushed into the van. She had nearly lost her grip and the fake baby nearly went flying. “Call him!” Cindy nodded and quickly grabbed the phone. “What do I say?” Mary nearly growled at the woman. She wasn’t a human at this stage but more animalistic than anything else. Amara was surprised that Mary hadn’t grown fangs and that she wasn’t foaming at the mouth. “Give me the p