Amelia had everything- family, friends, a promising future- the sky was the limit. But just like that everything was taken from her. One moment she's planning her high school graduation party the next she's laying on a therapist's couch. It was as i...
Night had quickly come and gone and before I knew it I was driving back to the health center. I had left the house just as the sun started to rise, being sure not to wake anyone. But before I headed out, I quietly stepped into the guest room where Aralyn was still sleeping. I don't know why and I couldn't explain it. But I needed to see her before I left for work. I felt like I. . . had to say goodbye.
"I'm not expecting you to forgive me for what I'm going to do. No doubt that you're probably going to try to reach out to me. But at least I know you'll be safe and have a place of your own until I figure this shit out," I whispered to her. "I just wanted to say thank you. For standing by us these past few years amongst the uncertainty and fear."
Now, here I was, sitting in my car in the parking lot of the health center. I felt like shit and my head was foggy. I glanced at the packed duffle bag in the seat next to me. Puzzled and unsure of what was to happen.
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I glanced into the mirror where Mia stared back at me with a firm, earnest look.
She nodded. "Yes."
My stomach churned anxiously. It was as if someone were watching a horror movie, sitting on the edge of their seat, waiting for the jump scares. I wrapped my arms around my waist, twinging from the discomfort.
"Why do I feel like this?"
"Because it's going against your nature," she answered. "As you've well discovered for yourself, you're not someone who deliberately deceives others. Nor, is it your intention to hurt those that are close to you. Perhaps that's one of the reasons why Elijah likes you."
"But does he really?" I scoffed. "If it's true- if I'm really nothing more than a job and Elijah supposedly is only with me to fulfill some order that was given to him- then why is he stalling? Why doesn't he just finish it?"
Didn't he realize that at some point all this bull shit was going to catch up to him? How long did he plan on holding off the others? He brought me to the beach when he could have brought me to New York. Why not just bring me there instead?
"You doubt his feelings for you," Mia stated.
"Why shouldn't I?" I questioned hatefully. "If what you, and our secret messenger, have been telling me, all this time, is true then the feelings between us are not real. They are just for show."
I fought back the tears that were beginning to gather in my eyes. Shit. I took in a deep breath. I needed to keep my cool if this plan was going to work. Now was not the time to unleash my emotions.
"Unfortunately, sweetheart, you're not entirely wrong. Come on, let's go inside."
. . .
I stepped out of the elevator and made my way towards the office. As expected, the only people around were the night custodians, and even then they were making their way towards the lobby. I pulled out my keys to the office and unlocked the door. After switching on the lights I placed my hand bag down on the desk. However, I made sure to leave the duffle bag out in plain sight.
