“Generous? You pulled me by my hair, Leona. Am I supposed to say thank you?”
“Well, yes. I let you live, didn’t I?” she replies and walks out the bathroom.
Amelia remains on the floor, devastated. She listens to the dripping faucet and counts each drop as it lands in the sink, hoping it will keep her focused, but fear has reared its ugly head, and it transforms her into a crying mess. When her quiet sobs awaken the reporter, Amelia quickly rises up and washes her face. Michelle scowls at Amelia and strolls out of the bathroom where Amelia follows suit.
Watching Michelle walk out the double doors of her own free will makes Amelia feel wretched that she can’t do the same. At this point, she’s not consumed with sadness and fear but with rage.
She’s going to pay for what she did to my family. Everyone has a time when they must face the wrong they have done to others. In the Bible the Lord said, “Vengeance is mine.” But, if ever given the chance, I vow to myself and before God that I will get her back for what she’s done to me and my family…whether it’s in this life or the next.