There was no way he was the same person, not with the way he sounded. A forceful tone, a malice expression just phrased through words. Whoever he was, it was not the man she fell in love with. Letting her heart open to yet another man who seemed to change with the night and day.
She would have to worry about it later, there were more important things than her own life.
The phone is tossed onto the bed, her back meeting against the cold hard wall. Sliding down the smooth surface until her back hits the ground. Legs pulled up to her chest, hands wrapped around her knees. Amelia wouldn't call him back, she wouldn't even tell him she was okay.
No matter what the bet was, she didn't feel as if it was her place to inform him anymore. Not after just the sheer sound of his voice sent chills down her body. If the past was repeating itself, she was going to be ready for the hellfire to come.
Her heart only grew more weary as the days passed, the world around her no longer was filled with excitement, with passion and drive. From the rise of the sun to the fall, it was an endless cycle. Unable to find out who she truly was inside, drowning herself in liquor to ignore the twisting knife still plunged in her chest. No one would ever understand her, and the ones who did no longer could speak. Buried in the ground, or left to rot in open fields to become one with the Earth.
Truly never able to heal, never able to mourn. A soul lost, and yet she continued to trudge on as if nothing had ever happened. Amelia had wished so long ago that she would be able to feel the emotions all felt to losing someone they loved deeply, completely.
Her mother, her best friends, extended family that had finally been connected after so long, even her first true love. All pulled away, all under tombstones with quotes engraved.
"Here lies", "In loving Memory", "In our hearts always": Stones that would grow mold from years of decay, plaques that would never bring back the loved ones underneath them. Despair, longing, holes that could never be filled.
She gave closure to so many, yet she could never give that same closure to herself. Pitiful, yet selfless. A knight in shining armor to the noble citizens below, never truly saving herself.
If she had to die with the burden of death, so be it. In her mind, it was better to keep the emotions tucked away. Keeping those around her safe, never daring to open the can of worms that was her life. How could she when those who dared to step close died, or went mad within their own minds.
The only person she wanted to go down was herself. For every tireless moment, for every murder down for her, because of her. All the times where she could have opened her eyes, saw the bigger picture before it had spiraled out of control. Naive, foolish to let so many people run rampant throughout her life.
Where did it get her, alone in the same city years later. Tired, barely living in a hollow shell. With only herself to depend on, as it always had been. The constant nightmares, the sleepless nights of coffee. Screaming into the sky, begging God for an answer on her knees in prayer. Never receiving a sign, nothing in return. Just an overbearing, silent sky.
The devil answered more than the man she worshiped, a monstrous creature that corrupted her life since the day she was born. Life was happy at one time, life was bearable for a cliche teenager.
So much taken at such a young age, in such little time. A lesson learned long ago, and yet she wished to have learned it slower. To have enjoyed her childhood years, to have lived just like everyone else. God was always said to give his worst to his most powerful soldiers.
He could stop now, she was strong enough.
8:00 P.M (EST)
It had been hours since the married couple returned. Amelia occupied herself with light reading in their living room, paperwork she would have to finish on her return, even calling her dad to update him on her doings. Making sure he knew she was alright, unharmed, and armed. Amelia had greeted the couple on their return, making light conversation about their daily activities. Of course she didn't truly care, but appearances had to be met for her side of things to work.
Once spending an hour or so with the two, Leo had to leave for his own work. Kissing his wife passionately goodbye, he was gone as soon as he had come. Closing the door behind him, leaving the two women alone together.
An unwise choice on his part, if he had known: His unfaithful wife had been waiting for the opportunity to jump on their guest. Lips locking with one another, biting on each other's skin. Happening as it had countless times before, making their way to the wife's bedroom together.
She would do anything to keep Melody in her hands, enamored with her in any capacity. Cuddling in her bed under silk sheets, completely naked. Bodies bare, touching one another as if they had known each other their whole lives. Melody's small arms wrapped around Amelia's stomach, head pressed against her chest. Both covered in dark bruising, even teeth marks sinked into the skin. Hormones raging through their veins, feeling the rushing of heart beats against each other.
Amelia had her eyes locked on her phone screen, scrolling her thumb down the sleek glass. She had wondered what was going on back in Los Angeles, and curiosity got the better of her. Nothing seemed to be different however, crimes still taking place without her presence. Even with a low crime rate thanks to her work, people still couldn't resist their urges to hurt others.
It was a sick world, as always.
Scrolling occupied her, unable to notice the growing irritation from the woman laying on her chest. Melody clears her throat, having Amelia pull her phone to the side to look down at her. A pout on her lips, blue eyes staring up at her.
"Hm?" Amelia hums, raising an eyebrow at her. Melody's sour expression turns into a wide smile, leaning her cheek further onto her bare chest.
She sighs, placing her hand on her collarbone. Tracing her index finger lightly against it. "Nothing, can I not just stare up at you?"
Amelia's vision goes back to her phone, continuing what she was doing once more. "It's not like you aren't pretty as well." She says idly, unattached to the woman's need for attention.
The phone is pulled from her hand, causing her direction to be pulled back to Melody. A pout once more on her lips, leaning closer to her face. "I want your attention, look at me." A whiny voice calls out, almost like a child.
Arising from her spot next to her, Melody straddles herself over Amelia's waist. Keeping the covers over her shoulders to hide any explosion from behind. Yet Amelia could see everything she needed to see, but only peering up at her face. A smirk pulling onto her own lips, hands pressing lightly against her cheeks. The warmth of her skin rising, she was flushed just by the agent's stare.
"You've got all my attention, Melody." Amelia purrs, leaning closer to her naughty companion.
With the close proximity, Melody takes the initiative to press her lips against hers. Lips pursed against one another, meeting at the same speed as if it had become routine. The younger woman giggles against her own lips, pulling the blanket over their heads. Amelia can't help but laugh at the cheesy movement, moving her hands to the small of her back. Running them slowly, gently across the skin.
The giggling between them is evident even under the layers of covers. As if two school girls had gotten into bed with each other for the first time. A fresh image, an exciting display of events unfolding for the two of them. More for one than the other.
A creaking of hinges is heard, Melody freezing her movements.
"Melody I'm–"
The covers are pulled from over them, and there stands Leo. Briefcase in hand, eyes widened as he sees the display within his bed. Both women completely naked in the bed in which he shared with Melody. His eyes switch between the two of them, taking a moment to process the picture he's seeing. It's only when the registration hits that his expression turns from shocked, to angry.
Melody pulls the blanket over herself, wrapping it to cover her exposed body before getting up to rush to her husband. "What the hell is this?! What the actual fuck!" Leo's hands wave dramatically towards Melody.
Amelia sits herself up, showing no emotion towards the situation. While Melody stands in front of her husband with fear stretched across her face. Her husband's hands balled into fists, his rage was visible from a mile away.