10:30 P.M (GMT8)
Rain had not passed for the last couple of hours. It showed no signs of stopping, roaring far throughout the day and now into the night. Roughly beating against glass panes, trailing down to leak through small crevices. The darkness of the sky held no light in the living room, she was surrounded in the darkness.
Amelia sat in the living room, pulling a glass of whiskey to her lips. Winching at the taste as it trailed down her throat, she hated the taste as well. Amelia could not spend another moment in the silence, it was suffocating her.
Nature was not soothing, nor would it ever be. The rain was a reminder of how she had walked deep into the storm. With no one else to be there with her, an umbrella hanging over her head to cover from the rushing water pouring from the clouds. The rain was the least of her worries.
Her phone vibrates on top of her lap, Amelia clicking to accept the call and putting it to her ear.
"Amelia Reston, B.A.U speaking–"
"Honey! Oh my God thank God you're okay, I've been so worried." It was her father, he was distressed. Relieved to hear her voice, she felt the same. "Are you healing up, I swear to you when we catch that bastard I will have him–"
A smile pulls on her lips, shaking her head. "Hi dad, I'm doing okay." A lie, but she didn't want to worry him anymore. "Don't worry about me dad, when we catch him I'll have something worse than a life sentence for him."
"How is Dallas taking care of you? Do you need anything from me, Amelia?" He was no doubt worried for her, she was thankful to have a father like him.
If only she could tell him what she really had to do, just to protect him.
Dallas and her father deserved to know the truth, lying so blatantly to their faces was the worst thing she had ever felt. To lose the living to death was hard, but to lie to the ones who remained. It pierced her heart, had her stomach twisting in knots. She would never lie to the ones she loved on her own terms, it was painful to not spit everything out.
She wouldn't for their safety, so they would be able to live another day. Amelia had no idea Jake was watching her, she wouldn't take the chance.
"No, no, dad I promise I'm okay. I just need a lot of rest, as much as I hate to sit around doing nothing." Amelia chuckles, taking a sip of her whiskey once more. "The alcohol is taking an edge off of the pain though."
Her father chuckles, "You got that from me, huh? I knew you were always my daughter, you've got my habits."
"Next it'll be your smoking." She teases, placing the glass cup on the counter in front of her.
A fake gasp, "Aren't you such a smartass even when you're injured huh? Wonder where you got that from!" Charlie chuckles, "I'll give you a hint, it's someone you love."
"Mom?" Amelia muses, hearing her father snort on the other end of the phone. "You did always say she was a smart ass even before my age. Then again you told me that when I was what, thirteen?"
The worst moments could be made into jokes with her father. He was always a good guy, someone you could get along with. Tell your secrets to, have a drink with without judgement. He had gone through so much, and turned his life around for the better. For his wife, for his child: she was grateful for everything he gave her.
"My humor too," Charlie sighs, "I'll let you get some rest baby, okay? Call me if you need anything at all, your old man isn't useless you know."
"You know I got everything from the best. We're Reston's after all." wAmelia pauses, "I will dad, thank you. I love you."
Softness, only for him. The only man who knew how hard life was for her. Who tried to protect her with every ounce of his being. No matter who it was, he stood in front of her: willing to take a bullet in her place.
Could he forgive her if he knew she was lying to him? Or forgive what actions she had to do to protect his very life? Would her father still see her as his brave daughter striving for justice within a broken system. There was a possibility she could lose her father entirely, even if taking other's lives to save his own. He could see her as just as much of a monster as he was.
"I love you too. Rest well honey."
That was the scariest thing of all.
The phone call clicks, Amelia's hand slowly lowering her phone away from her ear. Placing it softly on the glass counter, sighing. She leans her head back, closing her eyes.
Everything was hitting her all at once. Maybe it was the alcohol she had drank that was doing the spiraling in her mind. Amelia didn't know, but all she could think about was the list. Jake was known for his devious and cryptic ways of giving information. He only gave her one name, until she had taken him down.
Another swing of the cup, completely taking down all of its contents. That doesn't stop amelia from grabbing the half filled bottle and filling her glass once more. The glass is pressed to her lips, the whiskey running down her throat with ease. Alcohol could only do so much, Jake was a real thorn in her side.
He was forcing her to become a cold blooded killer, and there was nothing she could do about it. All she felt was in her grasp was a bottle of whiskey, awning to drown away her sorrows in tasteless alcohol. At least then she wouldn't be able to remember the weight pushing against her shoulders.
She knew she shouldn't be drinking, but what else was there to do? Stress was continuing to build, alcohol was at her disposal. Drinking was something she did whenever there was something big on the line, it relaxed her. Yet now, it did nothing to calm her senses. Helped not to steady her heart beat nor blur the thoughts of demise in her mind. The sober thoughts still continued to push against intoxication. Amelia just wanted to forget, beginning for her body to give in.
Always cursed, she knew the curse was taking full effect again. Getting a firm grip on her life, to tear it down at the seams. Ruin everything she had made, all the time she had spent healing. None of it mattered anymore, she wasn't healed. Amelia knew in her mind she never was, she was stalling for the inevitable crash.
The information was crushing her, Amelia didn't want this.
A path where blood followed her was present already, but now the blood would double. If she was every found out to have taken the lives of the innocent, she would lose everything. Her job, her livelihood, her partner, she would be taken to the very jail she put so many away in.
They'd most definitely kill her before she got the chance to do it herself.
It was what she deserved, she would be exactly like them. Making the same excuses they all made, still ending up behind prison bars. They all wanted revenge on her, being placed in the same area would give them that leverage. Would God do that to her? Bring her down to a mere criminals level, give them full access to harm her? Her faith in God was always true, she prayed that he would see her through.
No matter what acts she had to perform, as long as she stayed faithful to him: he would save her from the fires of Hell. Save her from Jake Parker, keep her from losing everything she had worked so hard for. It couldn't be this easy to lose, have it slip through her fingers like grains of sand.
Amelia was scared, terrified beyond compare. Frightened like a child that wanted to run to her father for shelter. Shield her from the monsters that chased her down, something out of her wildest imagination. She wished it was just figments of her imagination.
Jake Parker was a monster, but he was very much real. Amelia would need a lot more than a bottle of whiskey to drown away his image.