Agent With a Shotgun

Bonus chapter no. 1

This will be when Amelia and Colton go to talk to his parents. This is long one so enjoy
But here is the first bonus chapter for you guys :)
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"Colton, come on," Amelia pleaded, "you know you will regret never speaking to them again. Please just talk to them." For the past hour, Colton and Amelia were arguing over his family. Amelia wanted him to go and talk to his parents, to try and fix their relationship. Family was the most important thing to him years ago, she just wanted him to be happy again with his family.

Colton, however, didn't think there was anything that needed to be said. In his mind, his parents had made it very clear how they felt and what they thought about him. That he was the black sheep and disappointment of the family. Amelia tried to convince him that was his own mind telling him that, but he wasn't exactly having that.

"Lia," Colton told her, his face hard, "there is nothing I have to say to them." He knew she only wanted the best for him and for his relationship with his parents to be what is use to be but in his mind, there was no fixing it.

Amelia let out a breath as she closed her eyes and dropped her head, trying to figure out to get through to him. She felt like she was slowly loosing this battle with him, he was just so determined and dead set on never speaking to his parents again.

The relationship between him and his brother was different though. His brother was actually the only member of his immediate family who didn't think any different of him when his work started slipping. Jake knew how Colton felt about their parents, understanding where he was coming from. He understood how Colton could think that their parents would see him as a disappointment, knowing exactly how they spoke about the two brothers with very different tones. Jake had also tried to get Colton to talk to their parents but hit the same wall Amelia was now hitting. Amelia and Jake had been trying together to convince Colton for some time now but to no avail.

Amelia opened her eyes as she looked at the ground, deciding on the way to get through to him. She didn't want to pull this card but she had run out of ideas.

Sighing, she spoke lowly, "Look, I know how you feel about talking to your parents, but there will be one day where that won't be an option." She lifted her head to connect her eyes with Coltons', seeing his face soften slightly as his brow furrowed lightly at what she was going to say.

"When my mom died," Amelia started, keeping her tone soft, "we weren't on the best terms. I was so angry that she was leaving me that I stopped going to visit her, stopped calling her. I stopped acting like her daughter to cope with the fact that I was loosing her. She would ask about me to my dad everyday leading up to her death, wondering where I was or why I stopped coming to see her. Dad told her that I didn't know how to deal with seeing her like that, that I was so broken about her sickness that I would've broken down if I was even in the same room with her. To make it easier for her." Amelia paused, swallowing quickly to fight back the tears that made their way to her eyes. She quickly glanced away from Colton as she continued.

"But in reality, I was out partying, getting drunk, sleeping around. Anything I could've thought of to forget that my mom was dying," A tear slipped from her eye as she remembered that time of her life. If she could go back and redo it all over again, she would.

Colton watched her sadly. She had never spoken about her mothers death before to him in great detail, saying that she just wasn't ever ready to talk about it.

"The next time I went to see her was the day she died," more tears fell slowly down her cheeks as she spoke, "I remember walking into that room and seeing her for the first time in months, laying in that bed. She didn't even look like my mom anymore, just a shell of a person she once was. I remember how she tried to smile and tell me how much she loved me, even though I stopped acting like I cared that she was dying. Even when she was on her deathbed, she still made sure that I knew how much she loved me.