I am not your fan and you should know so (Edited)

Amy looked at Jeff who was getting himself a glass of lemonade and watched quietly to see if he would serve the she-devil too and almost beamed when he poured himself and leaned back on his seat.

The she-devil seemed to see that no one was going to bother pouring her lemonade so she leaned on the table and served herself but not before she gave Amy a look that was full of hate. "Such a woman, do you know how to treat your guests?" She spat out venomously.

Amy raised a brow before turning to Jeff with a look that almost begged him to do something before, she opened her foul mouth. She expected him to maybe refute her or better answer the woman on her behalf, what she didn't expect was for Jeff to nod. Was he letting her answer the she-devil? She searched his face again in disbelief but all Jeff did was nod. Well, she exhaled, this was it.

"What does a widow know about hosting?" she asked casually as she sipped her juice. There was indeed satisfaction she got in answering people.

The she-devil's eyes went round and wide before she placed the glass on the table and stood up fuming, Amy did the same only that on her face was coolness, extreme coolness. "How dare you?" she asked, her nose flaring in anger. The sight, ah, it was too marvelous for Amy's precious eyes.

"I just did," Amy answered with a laid-back attitude as she crossed her arms.

The she-devil turned to Jeff, still fuming. "Jeff, how dare your wife talks to me that way?"

Amy looked over her shoulder at Jeff who had his legs crossed as if he was watching some show. What he was lacking was a can of popcorn. When his name was mentioned, he jumped up before standing up and tapping Amy's shoulder softly.

"Dear aunt, my wife has anger issues, do forgive her…" Amy was watching Jeff with disbelief, how did the tables turn to her being the one at fault? Oops, she had forgotten who she was talking to, Jeff Williams. a man she shouldn't have trusted even for a second.

The she-devil smiled in a satisfied manner that just made Amy's skin twitch. "I might have anger issues but trust me this is my house and as long as you're in it, you will listen to me and me only!" She made sure she stressed the word only.

"You... Jeff!" the woman screamed.

Jeff's hold on her shoulder tightened a sign that she should stop. She groaned in frustration before storming out of the room. If he was going to side with his damn family then she was better asleep or eating or…she literally jumped on the idea.

Skipping to her room, she closed the door behind her and pulled her bag behind her bed. Quickly she opened her bedroom window before picking the luggage from her bag. Sitting on her bed, she ran her hands through the wooden guitar. Letting emotions, flashbacks flood her mind.