Amelia had everything- family, friends, a promising future- the sky was the limit. But just like that everything was taken from her. One moment she's planning her high school graduation party the next she's laying on a therapist's couch. It was as i...
"The first time I saw her, back when I came for the first interview, she sat down next to me. She was filling out one of the forms- that's when I saw the pale tan line on her left hand. But before that, I took notice of her entire outfit. I had a feeling straight from the get-go that she was with someone." I moved my wineglass in a circular motion, watching the liquid swish from side to side.
"Have you ever spoken to her prior to this?"
Was this man putting me on trial? I felt like I was under the intense light of a desk lamp while two detectives were asking me of my whereabouts within the past twenty four hours. Was he trying to trick me into giving something away?
"No." My voice was low. "The only time I have ever spoken a word to her was when I handed her the self-evaluation. She asked me who I was, I answered, and then she proceeded to insult me." His brows drew together in question and suddenly a look of anger blazed in his eyes.
"What did she say to you?" His words were rough. It sounded as if it were too painful to get the words past his lips in order to speak.
I shrugged the memory of her insults out of my mind. She wasn't worth getting upset over.
I took another sip of my wine. "It doesn't matter."
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"It matters to me," he stated. "Look at me, Amelia." My stomach fluttered at the command, for a moment I thought about not obeying. But there was a growing feeling inside of me that yanked my eyes to meet his. "What. Did. She. Say?"
"Something along the lines of 'being too young' and she believes that my 'unsightliness' will not keep you distracted from your work," I said humorously. Looking back, I was more taken back by how unreal she was speaking. How could someone speak to another living person like that? I've come across children who had a way of silent discernment.
His nostrils flared. "I don't find that humorous, what she said was uncalled for and completely out of line."
"For someone like her, it fits her disposition quite well. I'm pretty sure the only reason she doesn't torment Charlotte is because she's married."
"You're saying that the only reason she's nice to Charlotte is because she no longer sees her as a threat?"
I nodded. "Someone, like Veronica, is one that doesn't welcome change. Especially if that change happens to be a new girl. Once she gets the idea of that new girl making a move on what she wants, it's understandable for her to act out the way she did."
"Are you justifying her actions towards you?" Elijah asked incredulously. "There is nothing okay about what she said to you, patient or not she needs to come to grips with how things are."
I downed the rest of the wine and set the glass down. "All I'm saying is that if she had someone like you, I can understand why she would go around throwing insults at women." Oh shit, did I just say 'someone Like You'?
