The Reynolds/Bradshaw Connection - Chapter 6: Breaking In and Breaking Up
The Reynolds/Bradshaw Connection
Next Chapter: Temptation Returns http://laharlthedemon.livejournal.com/2238.html
So, it’s the big showdown…I’m sure many of you wonderful readers (seriously, thank you) think that this fic is finally coming to an end…For now, just trust me when I say it’s only beginning.
Once again, thanks to Kklips. Don’t have much to say that I haven’t already, just thank you, once more. Only you and I know what I have planned, and believe me, if I hadn’t had you as a sounding board, I wouldn’t have it planned as well as I do right now. Hopefully you stay on board for future fics.
Opening lyrics come from Linkin Park’s Don’t Stay; and as a special treat, we have two end lyrics - coming from Daughtry’s Feels Like Tonight and Ben Fold’s Bruised respectively. Feels Like Tonight is from Lucy’s POV and Bruised comes from Amy’s.
Chapter 6: Breaking In and Breaking Up
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Sometimes I feel like I trusted you too well
Sometimes I just feel like screaming at myself
Sometimes I’m in disbelief I didn’t know
Somehow I need to be alone
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Amy’s POV
Driving to the museum with the junior D.E.B.S., my mind was a total mess. What if I went there and Max turned out to be right? What if Lucy had fooled me? I finally had to admit to myself that it was a distinct possibility, one for which I would need to work out the consequences. Lucy meant the world to me, but, if she was involved with Pink Thunder…if she lied to me, did I mean the world to her?
We arrived at the museum late, 7:15 to be precise, but in my mind, it was all too early. To tell the truth, I really did not want to have to deal with the possible outcomes of tonight. Just a week ago, everything in my life had seemed perfect, now it all seemed disheveled. I stayed in the car for a moment, my head leaning up against the headrest. Slowly but surely, I felt the narrowing gaze of Danielle fall upon me.
“Well?” she asked.
“What?”
“Well, what are we doing here? Are we going in, or are you just going to let them take the paintings?”
I really, really did not want anyone else knowing about Lucy if she really was involved, so I made a quick decision, one that I hoped I wouldn’t soon have reason to regret. “Alright, you four just lay low here in the car. Do any of you drive?” I assumed they did, as they all stared at me with a look as if to bore holes through my head. “Alright, then one of you circle the block a couple times. I’m going to make sure that the call wasn’t a prank and all this isn’t all a set-up.”
“Amy, do ya’ really think this is such a good idea? What if it’s a trap?” asked Jean. I hadn’t heard her speak a lot, but when she had, she had this concern about her that reminded me of a younger version of myself. In fact, these four girls really reminded me of my old squad, back when we were all freshmen together. Oh, how I yearned for those days right now, back when all I really was worried about was how my hair looked.
“I’m the superior officer on this mission. I’m going in. End of story. If I’m in the museum longer than fifteen minutes, Danielle, I want you to come in.” I opened the driver’s side door and Danielle slid over to the wheel. I turned in the direction of the museum and nearly froze; I still wasn’t exactly sure whether or not I really wanted to do this. Forcing my mind to move my feet, I walked across the street, up the steps to the Picasso Museum and reached out to the doorknob, which was still unlocked. I forced down a swallow…it was now or never.
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Lucy’s POV
Tiny, Smalls and I had no problem getting into the museum. For the museum holding many works of one of the world’s most recognized painters in history, their security, like the D.E.B.S. headquarters’, was really for shit. I hadn’t even needed my lock picking kit, all I needed was one simple bobby pin, my grandfather would have been proud. We quickly made our way through the lobby and past the display of Picasso’s sculptures. We weren’t after the sculptures; sculptures were usually bolted to the ground in museums, which made them time-consuming, and their size made them impractical to sneak off. Finally, we found what we were looking for, the control center where all the truly valuable paintings were hung.
The museum held priceless treasures, such as Picasso’s timeless classic painting of the Spanish Civil War, Guernica. Just standing in this place brought back the adrenaline rush I used to experience when I knew that I was about to swipe something that most people cared about - those were the kinds of crimes that could build up your reputation.
I pulled off my backpack, reached in and pulled out Scud’s “laser beam exposer,” as he called it. Basically, it was just an aerosol can that contained gas that hovered in the air, exposing lasers for an elongated period of time. I pressed the button on the top of the can and as the faintly visible aerosol-guided gas sprayed out of the can, the laser beams slowly came into focus. They were sweeping across the floor horizontally, it would be tricky to navigate, but I could do it. Putting my bag back on my back, I looked behind me at Tiny and Smalls.
“Okay, boss, now is time. Go sneak like bearrr,” Tiny told me. I stepped carefully over the first beam. Currently the beams were moving to my right, as long as I paid attention, I would be able to sidestep them. I jumped quickly; placing my feet around the beams I navigated my way to the only safe spot in the room, the central controls. On a cursory glance I saw a wireless receiver. The guards must use a special remote control to activate and deactivate the alarm systems, having one of those would have made navigating the room much easier.
I took off my bag again, unzipped it and found Scud’s password hacking piece of hardware. It almost looked like a handheld game system, but it could hack into the wireless receiver at close distances and find the correct password. I set about calibrating the device in the fashion Scud had shown me and was soon rewarded with a double beep as the alarm was deactivated.
“Alright, let’s do some looting guys.”
I took a step toward Guernica when I heard a voice. My heart jumped in my chest, the voice sounded so familiar…and it should have been. My worst nightmares had come true. I turned and looked at the agent standing in the doorway, and I could almost feel my heart prematurely break; I knew what would be in store for me tonight.
From the entrance to the museum, I heard one pained word, “Lucy?!”
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Amy’s POV
I wanted to believe that I was seeing things. I wanted to believe that the Diet Coke I had ordered earlier tonight had been spiked with some sort of hallucinogen, but I knew differently. Standing before me, dressed in all black, about to steal one of the world’s most cherished paintings was the one person I thought loved me, the only person I loved.
“Lucy?!” I half-asked, half-choked. I couldn’t speak anymore. I had not wanted to believe Max, I so wanted to believe that I was in the midst of a nightmare, but I had to come to grips with reality. For longer than I would have cared, I just stood there, my body paralyzed as my girlfriend, the master criminal that she apparently still was ran for it.
“Run!” exclaimed one of the two Russians who, if I could remember was either codenamed Tiny or Smalls. I had seen their picture on file, but I never could have pictured their height or their muscular stature. They looked as if they could smash me in two if they had to
“Run like bear!” The other exclaimed. Maybe I didn’t have to worry about them breaking any bones. They didn’t seem to be too intelligent as they frantically ran around the room. A second later that notion was reinforced as they slammed into each other, knocking each other down and seemingly out cold.
I heard footsteps running behind me. Had it already been fifteen minutes?
“Amy, you said to come in after…” Danielle started, before she noticed the two weightlifters sprawled on the floor, “damn, Amy, what happened here?”
“Ah…I…um…I found them trying to steal the paintings and I…um apprehended them,” even being the perfect liar, I really didn’t think I was doing such a good job right now.
“Wow, Max always said we should trust you with our lives. Looks like she knows what she’s talking about. Good job. Let’s wrap this up so my team and I can go home.”
Home…I didn’t even want to think about what would happen there…
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Lucy’s POV
I stood just outside the back entrance, my life totally destroyed as far as I knew. I had just wanted to finish this job and get back to Amy. Now not only would I have to report to Corleone that the mission was a failure, I would have to face the music and hope that I had at least a semblance of a chance of reconciling things with the person who I hoped still loved me.
I should never have gotten involved with Corleone. I owed him two favors, but what could he have done if I had refused? He could have killed me, I guess, but that would be different than the consequence of losing Amy for good, the consequence that I faced right now. Of course, he also could have gone after Amy, in which case I had made the right decision…right?
I started down the back alley, walking toward my car. Once I arrived at my destination I opened the door and sat down in the driver’s seat. I rested my head on the steering wheel and for the first time since I was a little girl I felt the unfamiliar feel of tears trailing down my face. I had messed up everything. Could I start again? Would Amy let me?
The emotion I was showing surprised even me. When I attended my father’s funeral, right before I quit Pink Thunder, I had been upset, but no tears came. When my estranged mother had died four years before that, I barely felt moved. Now, though, as my life crumbled before me, I finally let myself show emotion, some time for it.
I waited for about a half hour, reflecting on everything Amy and I had been through together. It just didn’t seem right to end it this way, but I guess it was poetic justice that I, the initiator of the relationship would probably also be the one to put the nail in the coffin.
After I was sure Amy was most likely gone, I turned the key in the ignition and started back to the house. Through the entire car ride home I tried to think of how to best attempt to mend the situation. The only thing I came up with was two words. Don’t yell…don’t yell, Lucy.
I pulled up in the driveway fifteen minutes later, parked and started the walk of shame into the house. Walking up to the door, I opened it to see Amy waiting there for me.
“Lucy! What was that back there…please tell me I just didn’t understand…please tell me you weren’t helping Pink Thunder,” she pleaded. For a second, I thought about obliging and lying to her, but I thought better of it. That would only serve to make things worse than they already were.
“Amy, I wish I could. Really, I’d give anything to be able to tell you truthfully that I wasn’t doing anything wrong, but I just can’t,” I admitted. A pugnacious look formed on Amy’s face, this was what I was waiting for - the inevitable blowup.
“God Lucy! I trusted you! I…I told you that I was working for the D.E.B.S. All you had to do was say, ‘Amy, I’m working for Pink Thunder,’ but you couldn’t!”
“Amy, jeez, it wasn’t that easy!” I shouted. Apparently, I hadn’t been listening to my own advice.
“What do you mean, it wasn’t that easy? I asked you a bunch of times if anything was wrong and all I got was ‘don’t worry, honey!’ Do you even trust me, or am I just a fling to you?”
“Amy, you are definitely not a fling to me. You mean more to me than anyone else possibly could.”
“If I did then you would trust me, wouldn’t you? You wouldn’t go behind my back and betray me!”
“God, Amy, I already told you, it wasn’t that easy! It’s easy for you to tell me that you were going back to the D.E.B.S., at least they’re the good guys! How would you react if I had said ‘Hey Ames, I’m going back to the life of crime because I owe Corleone a favor or two?’”
“I would have accepted it…”
“No you wouldn’t have…don’t cut me that bullshit!” I interrupted.
“Oh, are you calling me a liar Lucy Diamond? Because right now, that would be the wrong thing to do. If anyone’s a liar you are!”
“I’m not calling you a liar, I know you’re a liar. You yourself said that Phipps told you that you were the perfect liar right? So then what if I am calling you a liar?” I asked indignantly.
“Then I’d have to tell you to leave!”
No, no, don’t do it, my brain pleaded. Unfortunately, I don’t always listen to my brain when I get into a heated argument. “Fine, then I will leave. If you don’t accept the truth then I’m gone!”
Did I really do that? I wondered, hoping that my mouth had not just betrayed me. As I looked at the shocked and hurt expression on my Amy’s face, I knew that I had just made one of the stupidest comments of my life.
I had no choice whatsoever than to carry out on my words, though, as much as I hated to. I stormed up the stairs and turned to face Amy’s and my room, where I hit the door with all my force, the door swinging wildly and slamming into the wall, probably leaving a sizeable dent. I threw open the closet door, grabbed my suitcase and pulled, causing everything above the suitcase in the closet to fall down in an avalanche.
If this was it, then this was it. I went to my dresser and started loading up my suitcase, secretly hoping that Amy would burst into the room at any second and stop me from making the biggest mistake I’d ever make.
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You, you got me thinking it'll be alright.
You, you told me, "Come and take a look inside."
You believed me, in every single lie.
But I, I failed you this time.
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Amy’s POV
She couldn’t have just said what I thought she had. Were we actually breaking up? We couldn’t be finished. Did I push her over the edge? Should I have been less harsh to her? Already I was more confused than I had been when I had been waiting for Lucy to come home.
On one hand, I was extremely angry with her. I had invested all my love and my life into her, and she had betrayed me. I had bared my soul and thought she had accepted it. When it was the most difficult I had told her the truth about working for the D.E.B.S. and she hadn’t trusted me enough to entrust me with the secret that she was back working with her old gang. In fact I had asked her, and she had flat out lied to me. I was as hurt as I was angry.
On the other hand, though, she was probably right. Rejoining the D.E.B.S. was a little different than rejoining the life of crime. Maybe she had a point in claiming that I would have reacted harshly if she had told me the truth. Still, I told myself that if she had told me about it and told me that there was absolutely no other alternative that I could have handled it a bit better than I did by experiencing her betrayal as I had.
As I sat on the couch contemplating the state of our relationship, Lucy came down the stairs carrying a large suitcase. It looked as if she was actually going to carry out her words. It looked as though we were over.
“Lucy,” I had to ask the question, suppressing tears, “are we over?”
She sighed and hung her head. “Amy, I really don’t know the answer to that question. I really don’t want it to be over, but I know I can’t stay here tonight. I guess it depends on how you feel.”
Just then, I heard footsteps going down the stairs and for a second I panicked, not knowing who could possibly be here. Soon, however, my fears were assuaged as Scud appeared in the staircase.
“Hey, girls, is this a bad time for me to ask something?”
“YES!” I shouted, while Lucy simultaneously shouted no. I turned my head and looked at her, “What do you mean this isn’t a bad time?! This is an extremely bad time! We’re not done here!”
“Yes we are, we’re done here…I’m leaving Amy.”
With that, she walked to the door, still open from after our big fight, stepped into the night and closed the door. Just like that, Lucy Diamond was gone, maybe for good.
I guess it depends on how you feel, her words stuck with me. Those words that could either be perceived as comforting or disturbing depending on my thoughts. The only problem was that at the current time, I really wasn’t sure how I felt.
Scratch that, I knew how I felt, not about her comment, but about things in general. I felt betrayed, I felt hurt, and I felt broken-hearted. I had invested my love, had invested myself in her, and I had watched as she proverbially shredded it to pieces.
I fell over on the couch, found a pillow to bury my head in and let the tears flow.
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Oh no
Your love just leaves you bruised
If you want to know
You find something to lose…
Oh no
Did love just leave you screwed
You got to go slow
Cause love just leaves you bruised…
Who will make the first last mistake?
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So, if you haven't figured out by now, this was all a set-up...this fic will not really be about the showdown with Lucy working for Pink Thunder and Amy working for the D.E.B.S., that was always designed to be one of the tests of this relationship...sorry I had to fool you for a while (well, maybe I'm not really all that sorry...)
Next Chapter: Temptation Returns http://laharlthedemon.livejournal.com/2238.html
So, it’s the big showdown…I’m sure many of you wonderful readers (seriously, thank you) think that this fic is finally coming to an end…For now, just trust me when I say it’s only beginning.
Once again, thanks to Kklips. Don’t have much to say that I haven’t already, just thank you, once more. Only you and I know what I have planned, and believe me, if I hadn’t had you as a sounding board, I wouldn’t have it planned as well as I do right now. Hopefully you stay on board for future fics.
Opening lyrics come from Linkin Park’s Don’t Stay; and as a special treat, we have two end lyrics - coming from Daughtry’s Feels Like Tonight and Ben Fold’s Bruised respectively. Feels Like Tonight is from Lucy’s POV and Bruised comes from Amy’s.
Chapter 6: Breaking In and Breaking Up
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Sometimes I feel like I trusted you too well
Sometimes I just feel like screaming at myself
Sometimes I’m in disbelief I didn’t know
Somehow I need to be alone
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Amy’s POV
Driving to the museum with the junior D.E.B.S., my mind was a total mess. What if I went there and Max turned out to be right? What if Lucy had fooled me? I finally had to admit to myself that it was a distinct possibility, one for which I would need to work out the consequences. Lucy meant the world to me, but, if she was involved with Pink Thunder…if she lied to me, did I mean the world to her?
We arrived at the museum late, 7:15 to be precise, but in my mind, it was all too early. To tell the truth, I really did not want to have to deal with the possible outcomes of tonight. Just a week ago, everything in my life had seemed perfect, now it all seemed disheveled. I stayed in the car for a moment, my head leaning up against the headrest. Slowly but surely, I felt the narrowing gaze of Danielle fall upon me.
“Well?” she asked.
“What?”
“Well, what are we doing here? Are we going in, or are you just going to let them take the paintings?”
I really, really did not want anyone else knowing about Lucy if she really was involved, so I made a quick decision, one that I hoped I wouldn’t soon have reason to regret. “Alright, you four just lay low here in the car. Do any of you drive?” I assumed they did, as they all stared at me with a look as if to bore holes through my head. “Alright, then one of you circle the block a couple times. I’m going to make sure that the call wasn’t a prank and all this isn’t all a set-up.”
“Amy, do ya’ really think this is such a good idea? What if it’s a trap?” asked Jean. I hadn’t heard her speak a lot, but when she had, she had this concern about her that reminded me of a younger version of myself. In fact, these four girls really reminded me of my old squad, back when we were all freshmen together. Oh, how I yearned for those days right now, back when all I really was worried about was how my hair looked.
“I’m the superior officer on this mission. I’m going in. End of story. If I’m in the museum longer than fifteen minutes, Danielle, I want you to come in.” I opened the driver’s side door and Danielle slid over to the wheel. I turned in the direction of the museum and nearly froze; I still wasn’t exactly sure whether or not I really wanted to do this. Forcing my mind to move my feet, I walked across the street, up the steps to the Picasso Museum and reached out to the doorknob, which was still unlocked. I forced down a swallow…it was now or never.
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Lucy’s POV
Tiny, Smalls and I had no problem getting into the museum. For the museum holding many works of one of the world’s most recognized painters in history, their security, like the D.E.B.S. headquarters’, was really for shit. I hadn’t even needed my lock picking kit, all I needed was one simple bobby pin, my grandfather would have been proud. We quickly made our way through the lobby and past the display of Picasso’s sculptures. We weren’t after the sculptures; sculptures were usually bolted to the ground in museums, which made them time-consuming, and their size made them impractical to sneak off. Finally, we found what we were looking for, the control center where all the truly valuable paintings were hung.
The museum held priceless treasures, such as Picasso’s timeless classic painting of the Spanish Civil War, Guernica. Just standing in this place brought back the adrenaline rush I used to experience when I knew that I was about to swipe something that most people cared about - those were the kinds of crimes that could build up your reputation.
I pulled off my backpack, reached in and pulled out Scud’s “laser beam exposer,” as he called it. Basically, it was just an aerosol can that contained gas that hovered in the air, exposing lasers for an elongated period of time. I pressed the button on the top of the can and as the faintly visible aerosol-guided gas sprayed out of the can, the laser beams slowly came into focus. They were sweeping across the floor horizontally, it would be tricky to navigate, but I could do it. Putting my bag back on my back, I looked behind me at Tiny and Smalls.
“Okay, boss, now is time. Go sneak like bearrr,” Tiny told me. I stepped carefully over the first beam. Currently the beams were moving to my right, as long as I paid attention, I would be able to sidestep them. I jumped quickly; placing my feet around the beams I navigated my way to the only safe spot in the room, the central controls. On a cursory glance I saw a wireless receiver. The guards must use a special remote control to activate and deactivate the alarm systems, having one of those would have made navigating the room much easier.
I took off my bag again, unzipped it and found Scud’s password hacking piece of hardware. It almost looked like a handheld game system, but it could hack into the wireless receiver at close distances and find the correct password. I set about calibrating the device in the fashion Scud had shown me and was soon rewarded with a double beep as the alarm was deactivated.
“Alright, let’s do some looting guys.”
I took a step toward Guernica when I heard a voice. My heart jumped in my chest, the voice sounded so familiar…and it should have been. My worst nightmares had come true. I turned and looked at the agent standing in the doorway, and I could almost feel my heart prematurely break; I knew what would be in store for me tonight.
From the entrance to the museum, I heard one pained word, “Lucy?!”
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Amy’s POV
I wanted to believe that I was seeing things. I wanted to believe that the Diet Coke I had ordered earlier tonight had been spiked with some sort of hallucinogen, but I knew differently. Standing before me, dressed in all black, about to steal one of the world’s most cherished paintings was the one person I thought loved me, the only person I loved.
“Lucy?!” I half-asked, half-choked. I couldn’t speak anymore. I had not wanted to believe Max, I so wanted to believe that I was in the midst of a nightmare, but I had to come to grips with reality. For longer than I would have cared, I just stood there, my body paralyzed as my girlfriend, the master criminal that she apparently still was ran for it.
“Run!” exclaimed one of the two Russians who, if I could remember was either codenamed Tiny or Smalls. I had seen their picture on file, but I never could have pictured their height or their muscular stature. They looked as if they could smash me in two if they had to
“Run like bear!” The other exclaimed. Maybe I didn’t have to worry about them breaking any bones. They didn’t seem to be too intelligent as they frantically ran around the room. A second later that notion was reinforced as they slammed into each other, knocking each other down and seemingly out cold.
I heard footsteps running behind me. Had it already been fifteen minutes?
“Amy, you said to come in after…” Danielle started, before she noticed the two weightlifters sprawled on the floor, “damn, Amy, what happened here?”
“Ah…I…um…I found them trying to steal the paintings and I…um apprehended them,” even being the perfect liar, I really didn’t think I was doing such a good job right now.
“Wow, Max always said we should trust you with our lives. Looks like she knows what she’s talking about. Good job. Let’s wrap this up so my team and I can go home.”
Home…I didn’t even want to think about what would happen there…
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Lucy’s POV
I stood just outside the back entrance, my life totally destroyed as far as I knew. I had just wanted to finish this job and get back to Amy. Now not only would I have to report to Corleone that the mission was a failure, I would have to face the music and hope that I had at least a semblance of a chance of reconciling things with the person who I hoped still loved me.
I should never have gotten involved with Corleone. I owed him two favors, but what could he have done if I had refused? He could have killed me, I guess, but that would be different than the consequence of losing Amy for good, the consequence that I faced right now. Of course, he also could have gone after Amy, in which case I had made the right decision…right?
I started down the back alley, walking toward my car. Once I arrived at my destination I opened the door and sat down in the driver’s seat. I rested my head on the steering wheel and for the first time since I was a little girl I felt the unfamiliar feel of tears trailing down my face. I had messed up everything. Could I start again? Would Amy let me?
The emotion I was showing surprised even me. When I attended my father’s funeral, right before I quit Pink Thunder, I had been upset, but no tears came. When my estranged mother had died four years before that, I barely felt moved. Now, though, as my life crumbled before me, I finally let myself show emotion, some time for it.
I waited for about a half hour, reflecting on everything Amy and I had been through together. It just didn’t seem right to end it this way, but I guess it was poetic justice that I, the initiator of the relationship would probably also be the one to put the nail in the coffin.
After I was sure Amy was most likely gone, I turned the key in the ignition and started back to the house. Through the entire car ride home I tried to think of how to best attempt to mend the situation. The only thing I came up with was two words. Don’t yell…don’t yell, Lucy.
I pulled up in the driveway fifteen minutes later, parked and started the walk of shame into the house. Walking up to the door, I opened it to see Amy waiting there for me.
“Lucy! What was that back there…please tell me I just didn’t understand…please tell me you weren’t helping Pink Thunder,” she pleaded. For a second, I thought about obliging and lying to her, but I thought better of it. That would only serve to make things worse than they already were.
“Amy, I wish I could. Really, I’d give anything to be able to tell you truthfully that I wasn’t doing anything wrong, but I just can’t,” I admitted. A pugnacious look formed on Amy’s face, this was what I was waiting for - the inevitable blowup.
“God Lucy! I trusted you! I…I told you that I was working for the D.E.B.S. All you had to do was say, ‘Amy, I’m working for Pink Thunder,’ but you couldn’t!”
“Amy, jeez, it wasn’t that easy!” I shouted. Apparently, I hadn’t been listening to my own advice.
“What do you mean, it wasn’t that easy? I asked you a bunch of times if anything was wrong and all I got was ‘don’t worry, honey!’ Do you even trust me, or am I just a fling to you?”
“Amy, you are definitely not a fling to me. You mean more to me than anyone else possibly could.”
“If I did then you would trust me, wouldn’t you? You wouldn’t go behind my back and betray me!”
“God, Amy, I already told you, it wasn’t that easy! It’s easy for you to tell me that you were going back to the D.E.B.S., at least they’re the good guys! How would you react if I had said ‘Hey Ames, I’m going back to the life of crime because I owe Corleone a favor or two?’”
“I would have accepted it…”
“No you wouldn’t have…don’t cut me that bullshit!” I interrupted.
“Oh, are you calling me a liar Lucy Diamond? Because right now, that would be the wrong thing to do. If anyone’s a liar you are!”
“I’m not calling you a liar, I know you’re a liar. You yourself said that Phipps told you that you were the perfect liar right? So then what if I am calling you a liar?” I asked indignantly.
“Then I’d have to tell you to leave!”
No, no, don’t do it, my brain pleaded. Unfortunately, I don’t always listen to my brain when I get into a heated argument. “Fine, then I will leave. If you don’t accept the truth then I’m gone!”
Did I really do that? I wondered, hoping that my mouth had not just betrayed me. As I looked at the shocked and hurt expression on my Amy’s face, I knew that I had just made one of the stupidest comments of my life.
I had no choice whatsoever than to carry out on my words, though, as much as I hated to. I stormed up the stairs and turned to face Amy’s and my room, where I hit the door with all my force, the door swinging wildly and slamming into the wall, probably leaving a sizeable dent. I threw open the closet door, grabbed my suitcase and pulled, causing everything above the suitcase in the closet to fall down in an avalanche.
If this was it, then this was it. I went to my dresser and started loading up my suitcase, secretly hoping that Amy would burst into the room at any second and stop me from making the biggest mistake I’d ever make.
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You, you got me thinking it'll be alright.
You, you told me, "Come and take a look inside."
You believed me, in every single lie.
But I, I failed you this time.
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Amy’s POV
She couldn’t have just said what I thought she had. Were we actually breaking up? We couldn’t be finished. Did I push her over the edge? Should I have been less harsh to her? Already I was more confused than I had been when I had been waiting for Lucy to come home.
On one hand, I was extremely angry with her. I had invested all my love and my life into her, and she had betrayed me. I had bared my soul and thought she had accepted it. When it was the most difficult I had told her the truth about working for the D.E.B.S. and she hadn’t trusted me enough to entrust me with the secret that she was back working with her old gang. In fact I had asked her, and she had flat out lied to me. I was as hurt as I was angry.
On the other hand, though, she was probably right. Rejoining the D.E.B.S. was a little different than rejoining the life of crime. Maybe she had a point in claiming that I would have reacted harshly if she had told me the truth. Still, I told myself that if she had told me about it and told me that there was absolutely no other alternative that I could have handled it a bit better than I did by experiencing her betrayal as I had.
As I sat on the couch contemplating the state of our relationship, Lucy came down the stairs carrying a large suitcase. It looked as if she was actually going to carry out her words. It looked as though we were over.
“Lucy,” I had to ask the question, suppressing tears, “are we over?”
She sighed and hung her head. “Amy, I really don’t know the answer to that question. I really don’t want it to be over, but I know I can’t stay here tonight. I guess it depends on how you feel.”
Just then, I heard footsteps going down the stairs and for a second I panicked, not knowing who could possibly be here. Soon, however, my fears were assuaged as Scud appeared in the staircase.
“Hey, girls, is this a bad time for me to ask something?”
“YES!” I shouted, while Lucy simultaneously shouted no. I turned my head and looked at her, “What do you mean this isn’t a bad time?! This is an extremely bad time! We’re not done here!”
“Yes we are, we’re done here…I’m leaving Amy.”
With that, she walked to the door, still open from after our big fight, stepped into the night and closed the door. Just like that, Lucy Diamond was gone, maybe for good.
I guess it depends on how you feel, her words stuck with me. Those words that could either be perceived as comforting or disturbing depending on my thoughts. The only problem was that at the current time, I really wasn’t sure how I felt.
Scratch that, I knew how I felt, not about her comment, but about things in general. I felt betrayed, I felt hurt, and I felt broken-hearted. I had invested my love, had invested myself in her, and I had watched as she proverbially shredded it to pieces.
I fell over on the couch, found a pillow to bury my head in and let the tears flow.
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Oh no
Your love just leaves you bruised
If you want to know
You find something to lose…
Oh no
Did love just leave you screwed
You got to go slow
Cause love just leaves you bruised…
Who will make the first last mistake?
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So, if you haven't figured out by now, this was all a set-up...this fic will not really be about the showdown with Lucy working for Pink Thunder and Amy working for the D.E.B.S., that was always designed to be one of the tests of this relationship...sorry I had to fool you for a while (well, maybe I'm not really all that sorry...)