Chapter Nine: Going Down In Flames

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(Edward's POV)
"But if you could heal a broken heart, wouldn't time be out to charm you"

I always believed that things can always be too good to be true. Nothing in my life has ever been perfect, and that hasn't changed at all. But I wanted my first kiss with Amy to be as close to perfect as possible, hoping that it would help my case. And it was, I couldn't dismiss the electricity that I felt when it happened. Yet there was this small nagging part inside me that kept reminding me of Crane. No matter how hard I tried to forget it , I know Amy will always care for him. She's too kind to just dismiss him if I asked. That's why I never did, it would be pointless. Why would I ask her to remove the part of her that made me fall in love with her?

"Eddie, I'm going to the Christmas Ball with Jonathan."Amy says, a sadden look in her eyes. The grin on my face slowly fades away as the words bring me down from the rush I was feeling.

Why on earth was she going with him? What in the hell is Crane planning? Why do I feel sick to my stomach right now?

"What are you talking about? What ball?"I ask, a part of me hoping I had heard her wrong

"The Christmas party that Selina and Bruce are having. Jonathan invited me a few days ago and I accepted."Amy says, looking away from me

"Oh that party. I was invited but declined because I'd rather listen to Echo and Query ramble for hours on end than be in the vicinity of Bruce Wayne. No offense. Have fun with Crane though."I say sarcastically, also remembering her friendship with the business mogul. I never understood it, she was too caring to be friends with him and Wayne was far too callous. Amelia raises an eyebrow before sighing.

"This wasn't how I should have told you, I'm sorry."Amelia says, a tone of regret in her voice

"Oh, don't be sorry. I can totally understand going on a date with the person who tortured you with your biggest fears. It's completely fine."I say sarcastically

"Yet the fact that you also did the same to me by putting me in one of your riddle rooms, twice by the way, is completely fine? And don't give me that "it's different" crap you like to say because it changes nothing."

"Why are you defending him? Why do you always defend Crane?"I question

"I'm not defending him, because I don't agree with what he did to me. But it's the pot calling the kettle black, Edward."

"Except it's not. I never actually put you in real physical harm. And it's not like I meant to hurt you."I say, knowing deep down I was lying

"Then why do it in the first place? Why did you resort to kidnapping me and putting me in those rooms?"

"It was a test and one that you passed. So let's forget it even happened."I say and she sighs angrily, before moving away from me

"You don't get it. You honestly don't get it. You cannot just put someone into a death room as a "test" and expect them to be okay with it. What if I actually died in there?"

"Do you think I would have let that happen? What kind of a monster do you think I am? Do you not realize that I love you?"

"That's not how you treat people you love, Edward."

"Who are you to tell me how to treat the people I love when you abandoned your sister? You know, the one person you would have done anything for and you left her to fend for herself."

"Please get out of my room."Amelia says in a whisper

"What?"I ask, moving closer to her. Amelia pulls away, turning her back towards me

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