Phases Eight

Phase 24 Rescue mission

Don't keep hanging from the edge of the cliff. Either try to climb or bravely take the fall.
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Amelia felt intoxication surging through her nerves after a hard struggle within her inner self. It was a tough one after all. She had to undergo mental spurs and lose track of time. So winning the battle was something to be rejoiced about.

But the feeling was strange. It was like dying after winning a hard earned victory.

Amelia opened her eyes to wake up in a completely different situation. She made out that her honourable presence was at a family dinner. The last place where she would ever want to see herself in. This black out had deviously planned a miserable fate for her in advance.

Doesn't it look crazy? Why must she change alters at a dinner table, where everything was serene and fascinating, where one couldn't ask more of kindness. Everything must've gone well and good.

She was not slightly blemished by the material objects of the table. The fragrance candles were quite pleasing, the dishes were served warm. The steak was cooked so well that it slid down her throat until she gained her senses. Now she was open to reality, the tender meat clogged her food pipe.

She grabbed the bottle of wine by her side, not in an elegant manner and drained it's contents in haste. The Turners watched Amelia with awe, drinking off one of their most precious collections of Château Margaux without any consideration.

Jake squeezed Amelia's hand. "Amy, are you alright?"

"Fuck off Jake" Amy plucked her hand from his grip. The entire bottle of wine shattered to the floor with the shards flying in every direction. Followed by the pleasant music, silence of a graveyard prevailed.

"Jake. Is she hurt somewhere?" Melissa rose with a jerk. She tried her best to plaster a fake calm expression over her face. The wine that Amy broke was one of the finest of Château's, brewed thirty years back, reserved only for very special guests. Now it was gone. Completely.

"The journey. She must've been tired because of the journey Mom. I'll take her to her room, and I apologise on her behalf . I knew how much your wine collections meant to you." Jake slid his arm around Amy's waist and took her to the guest room.

Melissa's face paled. She turned to her husband, who wasn't in a better state. "John honey, our little boy seems to love this girl, doesn't he?"

John nodded, "I'm afraid so, Lisa. This is the first time he had ever apologised."

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"Take me away. I'm scared. Please take me away." Amy begged Jake, pressing her head against his chest.

"Away from what?" Jake grumbled, tired of listening to her laments which were going nowhere.

"Away from them" Amy shivered badly in his arms.

"Them? Whom?"

"Th..Tho..those at the table" Amy stuttered with trepidation.

Jake's fists clenched. His reassuring hold around Amelia loosened. Amy lurched backward but she found herself against the smooth and warm surface of the bed when her knees buckled.

"Argh.. What's wrong with you Jake?" Amy moaned, leaning on the bed with her elbow.

"Those people at the table are my parents Amy. For Christ's sake even if you can't respect them, please do not insult them." Jake's smouldering looks were expected to taunt Amelia, but she withered it like she didn't even notice him.

"Jake you've got the wrong perception. I didn't mean it like that. I hate families in general."

Jake crossed his hands over his chest, "Ha..I thought so. You've taken me to the general category, haven't you?"