The Devil's in the Details | girlxgirl

Unusual Intensity

Amelia threw away the single wilted flower she plucked from August's bouquet more than a week ago. It was time to send another one. Perhaps a bouquet arrangement with green roses and white daisies. August did express her current obsession with the color green in a recent interview. Not that Amelia was stalking her, of course.

But that reminded her of Gabriel's idea to do one of those livestreams with the singer.

Amelia proceeded to have a bouquet sent to August's home and was just about to message the latter to schedule a meetup when her doorbell rang.

It was Fitz, one of her older brother and admittedly, her favorite out of the two.

The siblings shared a hug before Amelia ushered her brother to the kitchen for coffee.

"I took care of it. The press should be all over it tonight," Fitz mentioned as he took a seat on the bar stool and watched as her sister operated the espresso machine.

One of the corners of Amelia's lips tugged up at the news. It had been a rather impulsive decision to ruin someone's life—that someone being her director in her most recent film—but what's done is done.

The director mouthed her off, ordered her around, and called her a bitch in a tone that was simply unacceptable to the actress. She was indeed—a bitch, that is. But that was beyond the point. Amelia was in an unpleasant mood and did not have the patience to deal with anyone's crap that day.

The tiny drop of saliva reaching her cheek from the incessant shouting of the director was the last straw. He had to go.

The person sitting on the throne does not necessarily hold the power, and Amelia was well aware of that.

"Thank you, Fitz. I'd really hate to have to stay in the same room with him for even a second. Just remembering what he did to me..." Amelia shuddered lightly as she placed down the espresso in front of her older brother, remembering how the director's saliva hit her right cheek.

Fitz clenched his jaw at the reminder of two nights ago, when her little sister was crying over the phone asking him to pick her up from the set.

Technically, Amelia did not lie about what happened in the room with the director. All she did was cry and called her brother. When he asked about it, she just kept repeating the name of the director and when she was about to explain what exactly happened in the room, she'd just cry and let Fitz assume the worse.

"I could have had him disappear, Lia. I simply cannot understand why you'd still want him to see the light of day."

Death is an easy and cowardly way out. Once he's in jail supposedly atoning for his sins, Amelia wanted to give him hope, only to snatch it away once it gets too high. Then she'd do it all over again, cruelly offering a possibility that he'd get out of the hole he put himself in but will never actually do. He'd obsess over the almost as he slowly rot inside his dingy cell along with the ghost of false hope.

"I want the other women whom he did this to see him in prison; to be able to have the satisfaction of seeing everything that man has ever achieved destroyed. You'll make sure of that, right?" It's an added bonus, Amelia supposed. The man was known to be handsy when it comes to actresses, he had it coming.

"Of course, I would." Fitz nodded, fierce determination to take care of his family fueling him on. "You know I would."

That was what Amelia loved the most about her brother. He was easy to manipulate. Fitz rarely questioned the favors Amelia asks of him as his default seemed to be giving her what she wanted. And so he was her favorite.

"Enough about me. I just want to put this behind already." Amelia sighed. "How are things with Gwen?"

A grimace showed on Fitz's face of which Amelia was quick to notice, much to her delight.