✔︎ 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 [𝐆𝐓𝐀𝐕]

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑅𝑇𝐸𝐸𝑁 - 𝑀𝐸𝐿𝑇𝐷𝑂𝑊𝑁

Vinewood, Los Santos, May of 2014

"Tracey! Hair curlers!"

"On it, mom!"

This was it. This was the night of Michael's movie premier. For years, Michael had talked Amanda to sleep rambling about his dreams of being a movie producer, and tonight she would walk the red carpet, unified with her family, to celebrate her husbands success. Of course, her and Tracey were high maintenance women and could never be on time for everything, so now they were running around the house in the most expensive dresses they could find, on a hunt for the hair curlers.

"Mom, I found them!"

"Okay sweetie, coming!"

But, as Amanda begun her ascend upstairs to Tracey's room, the main doors burst open and atleast 6 armoured men ran inside. Immediately, Amanda filled with fear, and made a run for Tracey's room in order to protect her, but she was just a little too late. One of the men tackled Amanda on the stairs, knocking her over and completely squeezing the breath out of her. The man then locked his arm around her neck and dragged her up, and made her watch as another armoured man made a dash to Tracey's room. Amanda wanted to fight, wanted to kick and scream and beg them not to hurt her child, but there was nothing she could do.

She should blame Michael for this, she definitely could. But, with all the family's previous indiscretions and wrongdoings in order to protect themselves, it was bound to catch up to them. She could've left Michael the night they fled Ludendorff to protect the children, but she made the selfish decision to stay with him. She chose him over them. This was her fault as much as it was his.

As soon as she felt the cold, hard metal that was unmistakably a gun pressed to her head, she gave up all hope. She came to terms with the fact she wasn't going to make it, but still her body fought against a fight it knew she wouldn't win. Her eyes blurred with tears, and as she looked down at her gorgeous red dress, her heart broke. If she was going to die, she at least wanted to die with the promise that Michael would avenge her death.

And as if the God's had heard her, the man himself came hurling through the doors in a tuxedo that made him look delectable, and a pistol that made him look even better.

"Daddy's home!" He shouted as he aimed at the man behind Amanda.

Amanda felt the gun press harder against her skull as she wrestled to break free.

There was a gun shot.

She's dead now.

But yet, she wasn't.

The arm that was locked so tightly around her let loose, and she felt herself breathe again. She glanced down at her neon red dress, now splattered in blood, then at Michael who looked at her with such sorrow in his eyes that Amanda completely forgot what was happening.