Please Don't Go (The Story of Us Book 3)

Chapter 11- 5 Minutes

TW: Mention of rape

Amanda's P.O.V.

5 minutes seems like such a short amount of time. In the grand schemes of things, it is. 5 minutes is just a blip in someone's life and most people would believe that 5 minutes could never affect someone's life. It's too insignificant of an amount of time. Those people would be wrong. 5 minutes was how long the call between my brother and George Foyet lasted. 5 minutes was how long it took us to get to the house after we heard that gunshot. 5 minutes was the amount of time I gave George Foyet to fight for his life after what he did. 5 minutes was how long it took me to find myself soaked in his blood with no memory of how I got that way.

Earlier that day...

I'm awakened by the feeling of kisses on my neck. I smile softly at the feeling before opening my eyes to gaze at my loving boyfriend. "Good morning," he mutters into my neck.

"Mmm, you always seem to make my mornings good, Dr. Reid."

"And you make my life good," he tells me happily.

"You are so corny."

"But you love me anyway."

"Of course I do." He pulls away from my neck to smile at me happily before leaning back down to kiss me, only for my phone to go off. I groan to show my dismay as Spencer leans over and picks it up, handing it to me. "You're overexerting yourself," I scold before answering. "What can I do for you brother o' mine?"

"We've got a lead on Foyet. I've got Garcia working on it but I could really use your and Reid's help."

"Of course, we'll be right in," I assure him.

"We have a case?" Spencer moans out.

"We have a lead on Foyet." At my words, Spencer shoots out of bed, almost tumbling over, having forgotten that he's injured. "Be careful!"

"I was just rushing. I'm fine," he promises and I cave, nodding my head and beginning to get ready. In 30 minutes, the couple is sitting in the car on their way to Quantico. "Are you worried?"

"More like energized," I answer. "I want to catch this bastard and I want to do it before he hurts Jack or Haley."

"Catch or kill because last time you said you were going to kill him."

"Does that bother you?"

"That you used to kill people for the CIA?" I gasp and take my eyes off the road to look at him in surprise.

"I never said that." He shrugs.

"You didn't have to. I've known you since we were 12 and the way you talked about your job for the CIA and the special set of skills and then how unphased you were talking about killing Foyet kind of gave it away."

"So you think I'm an unsub?"

"That's so not what I said," he retorts. "I said that you were a government-trained assassin which is probably exactly what you did for the CIA."

"I hate you so much," I tell him, pulling into the parking spot at Quantico. "Wait so you knew what I did for the CIA and you didn't care?"

"I love you. Just like after you said you were going to kill Foyet and I told you I would pull you back from the edge. If you killed people, I trust that you had a reason. You were never one to just follow orders and I trust your judgment 100%."

"I hate it when you're so understanding. You know that right?"

"Yes, I do, but I love you too much to not be understanding. Now, we need to get up there and catch Foyet."