Her hand grips tighter onto the phone, eyebrows furrowing over her eyes. Amelia can even feel her eye twitching. " What will I do after the job is done?" The words are sharp, her tone strained with anger.
"Simple, the body's gotta be disposed of in sulfuric acid. No fingerprints, no mess. Just particles, no more to the body to be seen." Jake hums, as if the topic was normal for conversation. "And If someone sees ya my love, they die as well. If ya get caught it counts for a life."
The knowledge he had on how to dispose of a body shocked her, she would admit. Eyes widening when he spoke about what she had to do when she was done with the deed. Had he spent the last five years perfecting his craft? Learning from the first life he took, to now the very latest? The poor souls that had been taken just for Jake to perfect his twisted games made her stomach twist.
"Ya can't kill for us if you're in jail."
He was sick, he only cared for himself. A psychopath down to his very core, using her to get rid of anyone who would be powerful enough to want to take him out. It was a smart move, the most powerful enemy taking out the lower ones on the pole.
"I will notify you when the job is done.."
Jake sighs, "I will be waitin', don't disappoint me." A little hum hits her ear, goosebumps rising on her skin. "Ya wouldn't want to find dear old daddy dead by the rope."
It was all one sick game to him. Life didn't matter, life was meaningless. Jake had no value, no empathy for those who lived around him. People were nothing but toys, a means to an end before they're tossed. Thrown away like trash, worth nothing to the eyes of another. If God had created all humans for a purpose, being used was a cruel existence.
To live, and then die for the sole purpose of another, a cruel way to be brought onto the Earth. The faith she had in God, was wearing thin the longer she worked through her agency. Dead body after dead body, cruel scenes of blood. Mutilation, pain, the cruelest forms of torture placved on the innocent. While the demanted, seem to get the easy way out.
What a sick fucking joke.
Amelia breathes through her nose, then out once more. "I will.. Chat soon." She can hear the halting of her to leave from his lips, keeping Amelia on the phone.
"I'd like to hear ya call me your love, sweetheart. Just this once." He was insane, truly lost in his own mind. "If Dallas, a rotten man gets a sweet name like that why don't I?"
His request had her skin crawling, bile rising in her throat. Amelia wanted to throw up at the thought of her calling him loving names. He wanted to milk her for as much as he could, it had her cornered. She had to say it, she gulped in disgust.
"I will my...My love." A pause, she could feel the vomit trying to evade her throat. Amelia swallows, shaking her head to pull herself together. "Chat soon."
Jake sighs in delight, "Ah.. as we will my love. Bye bye~." The dial tone clicks, Amelia pulling the phone from her ear.
Getting rid of him was a blessing, even if it was only for a short period of time. Amelia knew he would never truly leave her alone, even after his scheme was complete. If he didn't have her, he could follow behind her to the end of her days. It had the idea of wanting to live until she was gray and old fading quickly. Dying young may be in the cards for her, there was no gift of a long life.
She drops it beside her, not wanting to even look at the phone anymore. Pulling her shades from her coat pocket, putting them over her emerald eyes.
Hearing his voice, the anger washed over her all over again. No matter how many times she had seen him now, hear him speak: She hated him. There was nothing but anger, and revenge festering inside of her heart. Amelia wanted Jake dead, she would stop at nothing until she was the last one standing.
Jake wanted something she would never be able to give him: Her. The love she once had, the affection she gave him. The way they had danced around each other, how close of a couple they once were. Nothing like that would ever happen again, she was sane enough to know he was a horrible creature of the night.
He held no morals, he was on the edge of his own sanity. Possibly already jumped off of the steep ledge, on a long fall down.
It would end how she had expected it to all those years ago, he would never be blessed with another chance at life again. Two times was too many for someone like him.
God had blessed the wrong person, with a second chance at life. The Devil needed to do his part, and kick the sucker straight back down to Hell.
8:00 P.M (GMT8)
It had been so long since she saw the busy streets, or the noisy buildings. People walking down the sidewalks, chattering on a million topics at once. The bright lights that shone through windows, the roaring of engines of cars speeding by. Being back in the place she used to call home brought her back to simpler times.
When she used to take on the stress with friends, go shopping together. Do things that teenagers did during their days after school. A much more peaceful time, being able to smile throughout the day. Knowing there was peace in slumber, happiness in the rising of the sun the next day.
She wasn't here for reminiscing, as much as she wished she was. Under a moonlit sky, stars burned as bright as they could. If only she could sit for a moment, and breathe in the air of New York City. Not feel the rushing of guilt and regret through her. Just looking out the taxi's window of what used to be, what could have been.
With the halt of the taxi, Amelia digs into her coat pocket. Quickly she puts on her leather gloves, slipping them on with ease before digging into her bag. Unclipping it open, she pulls out her wallet.
Leaning through the window to the driver, and handing him a hundred dollar bill. As soon as her fare is paid, she opens the back door. Boot stepped out onto the sidewalk, grabbing onto her suitcase. Amelia exits the car, shutting the door behind her.
The taxi zooms away, down the busy street to pick up the next stranger with an unknown destination. That's how New York was, everyone had a place they wanted to go. It was how far the destination was, that was the question.
"A horrible reason to come back home.." Amelia says to herself, sighing. Eyes darted up to the skyscrapers. Watching the glistening lights from the top, almost protruding into clouds.
It all felt surreal, being back in the place she used to call home. It hadn't changed one bit on the outside, yet on the inside she knew it had changed drastically. New people inhabited the buildings, new opportunities had arisen. The most known place in all of the United States, the place where dreams came true. The image of the city was seen as nothing but glory, fame, and success.
So different from the life she had experienced growing up in the big city. It was nothing but pain, and misery. Her mother had died here, her friends had died here, everyone she loved had lost their lives in the busy streets of New York.
Amelia chuckles sadly to herself, beginning to stroll down the sidewalk. Joining into the crowd of people, almost fading within the sea of people. A stranger, a no one: unrecognizable by the people who now lived in the city she was born in.
"But.. I'm home mama." A light chuckle comes from her lips.
Home at last. Maybe her mother was watching over her, in some fashion. The clouds above were home to many angels, staring down at those who still lived on Earth. Then again, her mother was far from an angel. She lied, cheated, and killed her way through life. Lily didn't deserve to die, but that fluffy cloud was never a spot for her.
Hopefully Amelia didn't plummet to Hell with her, not anytime soon.
If she did, it wouldn't be a very good meeting between the two. After all, Amelia had sworn she didn't need her mother ever again. Amelia's whole purpose in life has been pushed aside, a woman with an ego like her mother wouldn't be all too happy casted aside.
That was Lily Reston after all, her rouge mother now buried in the ground.