"I know for a fact that devil Parker had, they have something hanging over each other's heads."
Something hanging over each other's heads– Now something like that has her thinking. Could the idea of Dallas being against gone on for longer than she thought? Months, possibly years of not knowing of the danger laying right next to her.
There would be no damsel in distress for this situation.
Her posture stands tall as she looks up at Brenden. "I can try to retrieve it for you."
Brenden's eyes widened, before shaking his head in refusal. "I do not want to put you in any more danger, please just lay low."
Amelia couldn't just sit and do nothing while everyone else risked their lives for her. She was never that type of person to sit back and let others take on her troubles, her trials. They were hers to defeat, no one else's.
"If I can help and do anything–."
"Help yourself by staying low, that's all I ask."
That man was just as stubborn as the first time they met, ever after seven years of difference between them. Amelia had changed so much, Brenden hadn't changed a day. He always wanted things to go his way, always being on top and never following others orders. She was weary of his judgment, it was his word that got an innocent man killed all those years ago.
She would set aside her issues with him for now, giving him a nod as he speaks. "I need to go now, I'll hopefully see you soon."
In a moment he was in front of her, in the next turning on his flat plaited shoes and disappearing off into the hallway. Leaving the young woman to stare out into the sky in silence, stepping forward to be closer to the sight. Watching the clouds trudge slowly across the sky, the bright blue color compliments the pure white.
Palm trees swaying with the light breeze of the wind, the view of crowded beaches below the houses sprawled at its edge. People walking across sidewalks, driving their cars far beyond the speed limit. Families, couples, friends and colleagues.
An entire world going on outside of her windows, a world filled with so much promise. Promise she had yet to experience first hand. Hard work and struggles was all she knew, even now. Losing so much along the way, only gaining so much from all of the loss. A career revolving around helping others.
Where had her dignity gone? Only days ago she had shot down two people– Regardless of the threat looming over her head, it was wrong. Amelia had joined the force to change the world, to bring the cruelty and evil to a standstill. Drop crime rate, bring justice to those who never thought to see it before they lay in their graves.
Never corrupt, always courageous. Out to bring the world into a state of purity, free of the horrendous crimes. Amelia had failed her own task– She was now a part of the percentile of criminals running rampant in Los Angeles.
Her own lover in the same category– Was she any better than him? He had possibly taken the lives of his loved once, tried to kill again right under her nose. Amelia had done the same thing, hiding where she went only to waltz back in as if nothing had changed.
The view of the sky could not change the fact that she tainted the ground she walked on. How beautiful the simplicity of it all had become, after so many years of looking at the same sky. From thunderstorms and lightning to shiny bright summer days. Watching the changes go by, staying the same with the changing of the ocean's tides.
If only she could have chosen a normal life, or been given the chance to experience it— Just a little.
A sigh leaves her lips, dropping her head down. Taking a moment before she lifts her head once more, putting back on the stone face to walk back into her condo. Opening the door, she's met with her lover's eyes already on her. Watching as she closes the door behind herself, walking back to her seat in the arm chair.
Fixing herself to place her laptop back on her lap, beginning to type once more. There's silence between the two, the only noise being the clicking of keys. Amelia could still feel his eyes on her however, out of the corner of her gaze.
"No package?" Dallas asks, Amelia's gaze pulling up to look at him. His eyebrow raised at her in question.
Amelia shrugs, looking back down to her screen. "It was to the wrong address, I showed them where it had to go."
There's a pause, which has Amelia's fingers moving on the keys to compensate for the silence. Listening all the same to hear her lover's reply. "I hope so." A calm tone, wrapping around simple words that could have so many different meanings.
She didn't know what to think anymore. How he meant those three words, what intent was behind them. All she could do was act as if nothing was wrong, for the safety of everyone else connected to her.
Her father, her agents, she didn't care truly what happened to her. Innocent souls with so much value to them were hanging in the balance, Amelia would trade one life, for countless others.
It was her duty as an agent to put herself in the line of fire, a promise she took so many years ago in front of all her peers. Fresh, lovely young faces ready to be placed into the arms of danger. One hand raised, solemnly swearing to give her life for the safety of civilians.
That vow to protect, honor, and serve would be her dying pledge.
8:00 PM (GMT8)
Clock hands tick slowly in a circle, one second after the other agonizingly moving in slow motion. Sitting and waiting for rescue to arrive, unable to make time go by any faster. Amelia felt like a sitting duck watching the sunsetting on the sky. Exploded with colors of red, orange, and purple while the light slowly faded into nothingness. Here she sat with a bag on the side of her arm chair, stuffed with all the necessities she would need for at least a two week stay.
Tapping her foot anxiously on the flood, moving her fingers across the top of her laptop in her hands. Eyes switching between the door, to the clock.
Five more minutes had passed, only five minutes. Sat there waiting for what felt like hours– Only being more than thirty minutes. Wrapped in loose and baggy clothing, with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. Waiting patiently to leave the home she shared with her lover for five years.
Dallas could not see her leaving their home with her things, he would ask too many questions. Know that she was leaving under some unknown circumstance, possibly try to stop her from taking another step through the door. Amelia couldn't handle the confrontation, his eyes would pull her back into his arms with no regret.
Nothing would be worse than to meet face to face when she is halfway through the door.
Finally she hears a knock at the door, Amelia's ears perking up instantly at the sound. With haste she begins to gather her things. Putting her laptop into her back, slinging it over her shoulders and beginning to walk towards the door. Grabbing a coat off of her coat rack, she puts her bag down to pull it onto her arms.
Slipping one sleeve onto the other, before beginning to button the cot up on her figure. Fiddling with the buttons with anxiety riddling her fingers. Buttons pulling out of the holes, having to redo them again. Amelia could feel her heart racing at her own struggle, the sweat accumulating on her forehead.
"Amelia?"
That voice echoes through her ears, her entire body freezing mid action. Amelia doesn't dare to look back at the voice, she knows exactly who it is. Her entire body is unable to move from the spoke she's standing in. Terrified of the next words to leave his lips.
"Amelia, where are you going?"
She slowly turns her head to look at him, seeing the confused look on his face towards her.The once caring and beautiful purple eyes now turned into something she was frightened by. Not being able to say a single word to him, only being able to stare back. Amelia couldn't lie to him anymore than she already had, no matter who he had become.
Lips open to speak to be interrupted by the knock at the front door. Whipping her head around to the noise, then back at Dallas. His stare now held on the wooden door, eyebrows furrowed over his eyes in a glare. Walking himself towards the door, Amelia tries to get in his way to stop him.
Her hand grabs onto his wrist, tugging him back. "Dallas, Dallas stop please." Amelia pleads through her teeth to no avail. Dallas pushes her back with a light shove, before turning the knob and opening the door.