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...
"Are you ready?" Elijah asked. I watched as he finished locking up his office before turning towards me.
Ever since I received that last message from 'S' I couldn't keep myself from fidgeting. I must have re-read the damn thing at last a hundred times before finally putting my phone away and focusing on my work. My little performance from earlier really must have fooled him because Elijah thought it a good idea to have food delivered to the office instead of going out afterwards.
Since I had only one objective in mind- to finally get my hands on those damn files- I wasn't about to object to saving myself the time.
"Yes," I said as I closed down my laptop and placed it back in my bag. I went to go for my duffle bag but it appeared that Elijah already had the same idea in mind. He swiftly bent down and swung the bag over his shoulder and proceeded to turn off the lights.
Don't forget, your part as the damsel in distress is not over yet.
Elijah made his way towards the elevators. I calmly slipped my arm around his and waited for the doors to open. I felt him staring down at me with those caring eyes that made me melt. Damn him.
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"I wish he didn't make me feel this way," I thought. "Even though I know he's hurt me, why does he still make me feel as though I am the only one in the world that matters?"
Oh, be rest assured, little Jane. Just like her Edward Rodchester- your Elijah Broderick possesses dark secrets too. The only difference is you have to be the one to dig them up.
The doors slid open. Elijah stepped inside the elevator while my body remained left behind. It was like my feet were glued to the floor. I couldn't find the nerves to move forward.
"Amelia? What's wrong?"
It was an odd sensation hearing Mia call me 'Jane'. But the more I played it over and over in my mind, the more I found myself becoming attached to it. The name felt so natural that I had barely heard Elijah call out to me.
"Nothing's wrong," I said as I stepped into the elevator. "I thought that I had left something behind. I was mistaken."
As I watched the doors closed, I accidentally caught sight of my reflection. A sudden chill raced up my spine, leaving me unsettled and nervous.
Little does he know that you really did leave something behind. A life that was too hard to keep and a name that never felt familiar.
I pulled my eyes away and focused on the floor until we reached the main lobby. As the doors opened Elijah captured my hand again and pulled me close. I could instantly feel the eyes of everyone still standing in the lobby on us as we headed towards the main doors. Out of the corner of my eye I even saw two of the girls behind the reception desk whisper to each other.
Just keep walking. We don't have the time to tell them off and to mind their own fucking business.
Even if I wanted to turn back and say something, my body wouldn't allow me. It was as if Mia had me on auto-pilot.
