Phases Eight

Phase 8 My First Mistake

Caught red handed? I can tell you a brilliant idea.

Just run away without turning back..
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"Oh shit! Why Will is here?" groaned Jake. Jake was strangled with various kinds of misconceptions at home. He didn't want to publish another chapter in his book of mischievousness.

"To return something?" said Amy, meddling the platinum ring on her left hand thumb finger.

"Whatever. Just don't tell him that I'm here" said Jake, shooting upstairs in a second. Amy considered Jake to be the intimidating twin, whereas he was scared of the other.

Amelia recalled her last meeting with Will. Leo saved him from some deadly gangsters and safely brought him home. They both were badly hurt after the fight, so Leo left immediately and Amelia came into the scene. She acted the villain and chased away Will, giving her Maserati Gran Turismo.

"Wow, I've been abundantly generous for the past few days."

The doorbell echoed from the front foyer. Amy's hands reached to open the door, but hesitated for a moment. During their last meeting, Will became suspicious about the sudden transformation of Amelia's character. If she continued acting as herself, Will would confirm that something was wrong with her. People nowadays are highly aware about DID after watching movies and t.v shows. She must be meticulous about her behavior, not making her illness obvious.

A hearty grin played its way from the corner of Amy's lips, as a brilliant idea showed up in her void brain.

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Amy made sure that her long locks of brunette hair were packed tightly with the hairpins. Gently she crowned Leo's fedora on her head, hiding her long hair. Sliding a finger under the hat, she pulled a short strand of hair above her eyebrow. Leo style.

She glanced at the mirror leaned against the wall in Leo's room. The room was painted in bright yellow- Leo's favorite color. His room was neat and tidy, with his things at their appropriate places. Leo wouldn't stand clumsiness and indiscipline. In short, he was the Adolf Hitler of the house.

Amy was not satisfied with her look. Something was disconcerting. She gave a try in replacing her frown with a thirty-two-teeth showing smile, which was Leo's trademark.

Ta da.. She nailed the look. Leo would probably kill Amelia for copying his style.

Swiftly Amy paced down the stairs. The intercom in the living room blared of Will's gentle voice "Leo, are you in there?"

"Leo? What the?" Amy was infuriated to the stage where she would love to strangle Will's neck. She unlocked the door, before Will could call her once again in that ridiculous name.

Basic rule to find your name in the good books of Amelia Hamilton and her alters: You must never confuse their names.

"Hi Will" Amy greeted, giving a fake grin. Will's eyes widened at her warm greeting, confused whether it was the same girl he met previously.

"Are you not mad at me?" His surprised tone sounded more like a squeak. He was probably expecting Amy to throw a fit at him for returning the car late.

Even if he had had the car with himself, Amy wouldn't have been bothered but she was the one who threatened him to return it soon. She blasted her ludicrousness.

"Please come inside" she beckoned Will inside. He walked through the lounge with a uncomfortable cringe in his shoulders. Amy slouched on the pearl colored recliner in the living room crossing her legs. Will sat on the opposite side, relaxed of wincing.