Wishful Thinking

Prologue

The wind howled and the rain pounded against the windows echoing down the corridor. The fire crackled in the heath, providing heat to the room, the clicking of knitting needles offered comfort and the presences of Mama in the next room. I watch the flames dance and continued stroking my little girl's hair. Her unmoving figure curled up in a ball, head resting on my lap and the light fluttering of her eyes. How soft and delicate she was, the love of my life. The grandfather clock chimed signalling midnight. A male figure walked in and blocking my view.

He took a while before he said anything "We should tuck her in bed" smiling down at the girl,

"I would but I don't want to wake her up" following his gaze, "She looks too peaceful to disturb" I smiled.

He left the room for a moment and returned with a blanket and draped it over her, tucking her in. I gently wiggled out the cushion behind my back and slowly lifted her head before placing the cushion right under. I steadily got up then was engulfed in an embrace. I look up at his towering figure, getting lost in his forest green eyes that showed nothing but love.

"It's getting late, we should go to bed" placing my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat,

"You go, I still have business to take care of" murmuring in my ear, "I'll come up shortly" I felt the light brush of his lips teasing me. I let out a giggle of annoyance before feeling his lips press against mine. We press our foreheads together, listening to each other's breathing, "Go to sleep my love" giving me a quick peck on lips before leaving the room. I stare longingly at the door wanting him to return to my arms. After a few moments, I turn to check the sleeping girl on the couch, sighing at her peaceful expression before heading upstairs to the master bedroom. I slid into the comfort of the covers and laid down, feeling fatigue taking over. 

A loud crash rang out causing me to sit up abruptly. I quickly slipped on a robe and followed where the sound came from. I opened mama's bedroom door only to reveal something that can't be unseen, a piercing scream escaped my mouth and my eyes began to immediately tear up. On the floor was Mama lying unconscious in a large pool of blood. I was immediately by her side, not caring about the blood collecting in my nightgown and the tears streaming down my face. I hesitantly pressed two fingers on her neck checking for a pulse. My heart plummeted and I cried out loud when I felt no pulse under my fingers. Covering my mouth, I got up and ran out of the room and went downstairs. I opened the door to the office to find tall built men around the room and two holding down my husband. At that moment a pair of arms encased me in a tight hold.

"Henry, what's going on!!" struggling against the man's hold,

"LET HER GO, SHE'S NOT PART OF THIS!!!" He yelled to the man facing towards the window wearing an expensive crimson suit, another man near him punched him in the stomach causing him to collapse. I let out a scream but a hand stifled it.

When the man in the crimson suit turned around I get a good look at his appearance, His blond hair cropped, his hawked nose and the scar that ran along his sharp cheekbones. I felt my heart sink by the familiarity of the man wearing the crimson suit.

"Good to see you again Amelia" he smiled, "How have you been?" I felt my mouth drop wide open and tried to get words out of my mouth with much difficulty.

"I-I-I don't-t understand. . ." I stammered, 

"Leave her out of this Gabriel, I beg you please," Henry looked up at him before another fist came flying down onto his face.

"My, My, My. Henry Charles Preston, once one of the best agents down on his knees, begging! I would have done this earlier if I've known this would be the reason... A sight for sore eyes, unfortunately, my time is very limited, but first ..." he turned and walked towards me until he was standing right before me "My dear sweet Amelia, why did you leave us? My family gave you everything and in return, you left us without a single word and took my heart along with you" he took his time to stroke my cheek.