My Wife Is Insane

Such a tattletale.

"Well then, anything else you'd like to say, Ms. Blight?" The news reporter had asked to his guest, the whole reportage about to end soon but saving it lasts for the young madame. "Yes, in fact I do." Proudly stating and looking directly at the camera that slightly zoomed in on her, giving a smile. "As for our last, please be mindful that the family that goes by 'Noceda' has planned something distasteful. Stay safe out there."

Amity Blight, her full name. Dropout college student after she got interested with following suspicious people around her hometown, traveling to new different states to figure out more of anyone's creepy behavior out in the public's eyes. She has solved lots of cases due to her reports, sending them to the police always an hour later when she knows if her theories are facts or not. Being overly obsessed with everybody's lives, she could be a professional detective if she wanted to.

And now, she's been into the Nocedas  for quite awhile without any good leads about what they plan on doing. Amity herself isn't from this town in Connecticut, she was born more than 20 states away; in Washington. All the way in the left top corner, at least near California? Who knows, whoever made this isn't American at all.

She's always had her suspicions against the small family, since after all they are a mob. But anyone could be wondering, why such a small family would be suspicious? And how could it be a mob? Well that may be true, but going back into generations and generations; it was a massive one before there was an underground war that held the mafia meetings.

It became history, and by the names who held Noceda in pride aren't a total joke or freak. No, they were much better than that. "Miss Blight? May i have a word with you?" A tall man that looms over her said, wearing rectangular black rimmed glasses. It was Mr. Porter, the famous and loveable reporter for Connecticut. 

"Yes, sir?" She knew she might get scolded for this, she could see his eyes with mixed fear that circled around like a hamster wheel. They both walked to the side like every American movie, not some manwha  story. "Do you have any idea what you just did?! They're going to come after us! Oh god, my son- now he's going to get no friends at all in his new collage!" Mr. Porter panicked, holding his head, about to rip his hair off of his skull.
Amity, was lost for words. Yes she does not mean any harm for this, even after seeing the only man that actually let her in the studio and thought her reports were amazing. Maybe she felt a little regret that formed into a blob. "I'm sorry I'll-"

"No, no. I just hope, they won't come after us. For tonight, or any night. Stay safe, kid." He patted her shoulder, giving a weak smile and leaving her to head back with the crew that were about to create some chaos.

Later that evening Amity gotten herself home in exhaustion. Asking herself quietly why she keeps doing this. She sat on the couch, her body being tired from everything today. The way people watch the news, she thought it was only for those that were in it for the weather. She didn't expect that wherever she had been through the day, everyone would stare at her. Not only that, but stayed away as well. It was a pain, obnoxious too. Like she was walking on eggshells. Sighing out in content, feeling now relaxed with her sitting comfortably. 

Dozing off slowly. Too tired. Sleep consuming her. Tomorrow she'll keep finding leads about what they will do, hopefully this time she has evidence. No wonder why everyone is afraid, it's because of people that always have loads of money and men. Nothing is safe to live in anymore. Amity wants to breathe. Not to see people choke out. She'll figure everything out like she always does.

Waking up in a room of unfamiliarity made her swallow her regret.  "She's awake, call la jefa."

Amity, you fool!