A/N: Hello! I was in the middle of writing the next chapter but then I realized that I had an idea for some extra parts from Amelia and Warren's origin story that were important to the story as a whole. So that's where this idea came from. I would really love to have some reviews on this chapter. I wanted to include it inside this story instead of starting a new story because I didn't want it to be confusing. I will share what it is in the title of this chapter. It's more like an extra scene than a deleted one.
Amelia tentatively walked into the room she slept in, unsure of what she was doing. She could hear the screaming near her back but kept it turned so she couldn't look at his face.
The monster. The very satanic reason that made her wishes she was adopted from another bloodline; that the idea of being related to someone so evil was possible.
The ever putrid, soulless human that made her life a living hell since her mother left. She couldn't handle the truth of who she was; now it was her father's hand that met her whenever she came back. And she did every time.
She didn't want to come back. The bullies at her school were making it harder for her to concentrate. Today they followed her inside the ladies bathroom and proceeded to punch the life out of her if she didn't beg them to stop.
If she could admit coming home was a sanctuary she would, but she wasn't dealt that kind of luck. She came back because she had nowhere else to go. She still lived at home and her father was responsible for her.
"There you are, you worthless piece of shit. You're hiding from me again?" Her father barked, slurring most of the words as he clung the nearly empty bottle of tequila against his body. "Answer me you little slut!"
Her father forced his way into the room and made her turn around. The terror was hitting her between the eyes instantly. She braced herself for what came next. A hard slap, so brash she recoiled backward, away from his grasp, feeling the redness forming on the spot.
"Why do you hide from me? Don't you know what I will do to you? You make me into your worst nightmare. It's your fault. It's your fault she left!" He grabbed her shoulders and dropped the alcohol bottle down, hearing it crash into pieces.
He gave a furious look, unbridled, unpredictable.
"You make me this way! See what you made me do!" He screamed.
He threw her down pummeling a swift kick square to her stomach. She groaned in agony, unsure if she was still breathing, thinking or existing.
"You say anything to those collectors I will end you and make you look like an accident. Don't think I won't!" He spat at her down on the ground, telling her not to get up.
He kicked her again, this time watching as blood came from her mouth as she coughed, her mutant power triggering the near crimson color.
He almost looked afraid of her but then knew she really was to him."You freak bitch."
Intentionally he spit a second time on her before stumbling backward away from the room and into another to open a new bottle. He wanted to go back and finish the job but he thought against it at the last minute. Scaring her worked in his favor. She was afraid and now she was going to obey him. She needed to learn her lesson if she would going to try and hide from him again. Nobody hides from him. Her mother used to do that all the time. No way in hell he was going to let his daughter get away with it.
She can't look like his wife and get away with everything. He would kill her before she had a chance to think about it.
The phone rang and he picked it up.
Amelia waited for hours while she played unconscious until her father had fallen into a drunken sleep to begin her escape. He only abused her when he drank, otherwise, she didn't know the person he was without alcohol in his system. He was a lot more menacing when he drank. It brought out the true devil inside him.
When she regained her breathing back, she thought quickly about a plan to leave. If she left this time, she needed to come back in the morning, when he wasn't there or when he'd still be sleeping. There was no way out but the window. She'd have to figure out a plan to hide her face without people noticing the red marks. She could feel the bruise around her eye begin to swell; she barely touched it and winced when she carefully stood from the ground. The aches and pains were following her limbs on the way upright.
Hobbling up she moved her weak body to the bathroom, grabbing a cloth that was dampened and patted her face with it gently. She had to be not only meticulous but quiet; she made the mistake of coming home too late. Although, coming back home in the morning didn't make her feel completely safe either, it was still better because her father wasn't a roaring drunk.
"You piece of filth Amelia...why do you do this to me?" She heard from the living room.
He must be talking in his sleep. Which might mean he could wake up and repeat the behavior again, and then go into self-pity talk with himself as if it was her fault he acted like that. Amelia grabbed the sharp, familiar sting of pain she discovered for years.
She pulled the razor out and closed her eyes before going to the spots she knew she visited before and reopened old wounds. She drug the blade over the near closed areas and felt the strong dark red blood drip off her arm trailing to her wrist. She gathered the strength to do the same to the other arm putting a new cut above the older ones, digging harder than last time she cut.
When she felt her father moving to get up she took the towel to dry off the blood quickly and left the bathroom at lightning speed. She packed an overnight bag knowing she wasn't going to stay here for the night but also realizing she had nowhere else to go besides where the homeless tread. She closed her eyes, the marks on her arms were doing little to affect her much, and she'd done it several times. She had cut much deeper this time and fought through the agony of it affecting her internal survival. The pains in her arms were necessary in her mind, she deserved them.
Amelia looked to the open window. She'd squeezed through it before and knew how to close it so it didn't look as if she left through it to escape. She grabbed what she had stashed in change, money; whatever she obtained for sustenance and pried open the window the rest of the way.
When she made it outside, she knew she had to act fast; the closest subway was on the street over. The sun was down; New York around this time was an eerie place for anybody without a partner walking beside them. Since Amelia felt alone most of her life, she fought through those feelings and pushed herself to bravely once again to face it. Being alone was the least of her problems.
She made sure to take bandages to cover herself so the fresh wounds don't show the truth to others around her. She also made sure to take her sunglasses to hide the most important part of her. She can't help but constantly hide; she knew if she didn't, then everyone would know. The world will make sure she was never born. Her father prolonged that inevitability and she knew if she didn't try with everything she had to escape his torture she was going to be dead sooner than she thought. She just needed to bring herself to leave him completely. Knowing he would ever change wasn't in her future. She had to fully accept that before the day she would finally leave him. Part of her was worried that day wouldn't come sooner.
She rode the rancid subway to the upper parts of the city. She knew she was treading on slightly elite territory but she didn't care. She didn't wish to take her chances anywhere near her father. There was no crime where she was going and being around a clean atmosphere made her feel safe. Even if she didn't have enough money to stay anywhere, she still wanted to be near that world even though she wasn't a part of it.
When she hurried off the train and ran up the staircase, leading to the corner of one a busy street sighting, she pulled her hood over her eyes, adjusting her sunglasses as she held onto her bag, frantically checking for the closest hotel to figure things out.
The nearest one was a gamble. It looked as if a billionaire had owned it and polished its furnishings up. Amelia was afraid of it but she was running low on options and it looked extremely safe to her. In fact it looked utopian. The doorman had a kind smile and helped the bellmen carry a guest's loose luggage; his demeanor didn't appear too standoffish. Amelia bit her tongue before walking in a calm manner toward the front entrance, attempting to mask the rest of her feelings.
This was another moment where she had to control herself, keep her emotions steady. Speak with a confident and level voice; and try to present any suspicious behavior. The elite can smell it on you if you're insecure. Amelia fought back her misgivings and walked through the revolving door waiting to walk inside to enter the lobby. She forced her shoulders straight and picked her head up slightly, not overdoing it but not slouching to give anything away. She knew what kind of people stayed here so she tried to assimilate in being one of them. Blending in with normal people was always a challenge.
"Ma'am, can I help you?" the front desk employee asked when Amelia walked closer to the counter.
With her clean, crisp look of a blue blood, the front desk gave a quick glance at Amelia's clothing, material and face. She turned her demeanor from friendly and helpful, to judgmental and skeptical but held a sophisticated poise to remain professionalism. Amelia followed her eyes and stood up straighter.
"Yes, can I ask, how much are your rooms?"
"For you?" She smiled smugly, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Standard rooms at this hotel facility range from $600 to $5000 with a reservation." She paused to tilt her head to the side; the combination of sly composition and snooty in her expression. "I don't suppose you made a reservation, have you?"
Amelia picked up her subtle haughty attitude but bit through the unabashed critique. There was no way she was going to get a room and she well knew it. At the very least, she asked the employee with the terse smile where the ladies' lounge was.
"The restroom is beside the elevators. But it is usable to guests of our residence only. I apologize for the inconvenience Ma'am." Amelia cringed inside when she called her that name. She wasn't going to help her in any way unless she was one of them.
Amelia thought quickly and spoke on the first idea she had. "I am waiting for someone here. Can I wait for them to arrive in the lobby?"
The employee almost laughed before giving Amelia the benefit of the doubt. She assumed she was lying and made sure to catch her in the lie as soon as she saw proof. Guests and visitors are allowed to wait in the lobby lounge; there was no staunch policy against it. Amelia used that to her advantage. She knew the front desk would eventually go on break, while waiting she could sneak where she wanted to go without being caught. The employees had no right to refuse entrance to their restroom. Amelia wasn't of the homeless elk, but she had been worried she came off that way if one of the employees saw her resting in the lounge. As soon as the employee would leave, Amelia had to time it perfectly.
When 30 minutes had gone by, that same woman left the front desk to enter another room in the hotel that said "employees only."
Amelia stood up and immediately walked to the ladies lounge and restroom. She closed her eyes and collapsed on the couch, closing her eyes gently. She didn't know what she was going to do now, that alone made her emotions react. She touched her cheek before tears fell down. She reached for the tissue box on the night stand and dabbed her eyes before anyone saw.
She moved her position when the door opened and in walked a middle-age woman, blonde hair, kind face and gentle eyes. She did a double take before staring in Amelia's direction. She was caught and stood still.
"Are you alright?" The woman had asked, coming closer to Amelia's shaking body.
"Y-yes. I am. I'm sorry." She confessed, moving away from the woman and straight into the bathroom stall.
Everything was so clean and beautiful but Amelia was feeling the opposite. No more crying, she told herself. Stop drawing attention to yourself. This is how it is going to be forever. He will never let you go. You will always come back. He will beat and beat you until you are dead.
She shook when the door was softly knocked on. "Dear? Are you OK? Do you need me to call someone?"
Amelia wiped her eyes, feeling like utter trash. This woman was trying to help and all Amelia wanted to do was cry. They fell down her face as she reached for more tissues.
"I am thank you." She said through the door.
"You don't sound so sweetie. Are you sure you don't want me to contact someone to help you?" Her voice was angelic, like fairy dust brushing over her words.
Amelia's surprised expression replaced her lamented one. The sincerity in this woman's voice is painfully genuine. She didn't know if she should come out and show her face or continue to hide.
"Would you like to talk? I could listen to you if you have something bothering you."
Amelia clutched the sides of the stall wanting to fall apart and end her suffering. She'd wanted to end it all for a long time.
She pulled another tissue out and wiped her eyes until they were clean enough. She blew her nose and discarded of it. Debating whether to open the door or not. She could still see the woman's silhouette shadow below her feet.
Amelia winced before opening the door slowly; standing in front of her was a woman with concern, soft blue eyes, and light rain coat with professional business attire underneath. She looked like a person who didn't worry about money. When the woman gave a compassionate smile Amelia smiled sadly and walked with this woman to the lounge area, sitting on the couches.
After a long moment passed the woman looked at Amelia like an equal, someone she could personally talk to no matter what her status is.
"Do you feel comfortable talking to me?"
Amelia tried to sit still but her body and nerves weren't letting her. She took a few seconds to answer her, some part of her wanted to.
"I don't know."
"Well is there anything I could do?"
Get me away from my life, but I can't ask you that.
"No, I don't think you can." She said honestly without giving too much away.
She could put her father into jail; she could end everything right now by telling this woman the complete story. She just wanted to have peace. It was the main reason why she left.
"Did someone hurt you?" That question felt like she got hit by a boulder.
Amelia looked down at the floor and closed her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief.
She touched her face in panic, it was then she realized her eyes were not covered by her sunglasses. This woman had seen everything.
Amelia frantically reached inside her bag and brought out her sunglasses placing them on, acting as if nothing happened.
"You remind me of someone I know very well." The blonde woman said as she smiled knowingly.
Amelia slowly looked at her incredulously, "Who?"
"My son; he is very sensitive, extremely protective over me, gentle, easily broken; completely human in everything he does. He also has a secret that makes him feel ashamed. I tell him every day that who you are is beautiful. You should always embrace it. You are your own world. No one can take the essence of who you are inside away, no matter how hard they try."
Amelia stared on in bewilderment. She swallowed, her throat feeling tense on how well this woman in front of her knows what it's like to be her.
"I'm sorry I didn't have my sunglasses on. I'm sorry you had to see that."
The woman shook her head. "I wasn't bothered at all sweetheart. I wish you could understand your worth. Believe in yourself. Know in your heart that you can make it second by second if that is what it takes. I believe in you."
"I'm still sorry because you didn't know."
"My son would tell you he has it worse than anyone. We all have our secrets. They make us unique, special and they mean something to us. Society will judge you but it isn't their opinion that holds value. It's yours."
Amelia suddenly covered her eyes with her hands. This was too much. What she was saying was holding weight, heavy on her brain. Amelia sunk deeply into these words for a long moment. Hearing it coming from a person who barely knows her is astounding. Was her son a mutant too? It was then she realized maybe she wasn't alone after all these years.
"Do you have a place to stay?"
Amelia removed her hands from her face and bit her lip with a vehement shake of her head, "I can't go back there."
The blonde woman glanced at her, thinking for a moment before reaching for something inside her purse. Maybe this is will help her. She pulled out what looked like a key card for hotel rooms.
"I want you to have this." She said, moving the card in front of Amelia's face so she could see it. "Please take it. I don't want you to sleep on the streets tonight."
Amelia looked worried, backing away from her gesture. "I can't accept this. Please."
"I insist. I don't want you sleeping outside. Please take it, for me. For a brighter tomorrow maybe. You shouldn't have to suffer like this. I want you to be safe." The woman stood up and walked to Amelia, crouching down to meet her eyes.
She firmly placed the card on her open hand. Amelia just looked at it. Scared. Overwhelmed at for once feeling cared for.
Amelia stared at it before looking at the woman with the saving grace expression, "Thank you, I-I don't know how I'm going to pay you back. I don't have any money."
The woman sat next to Amelia so she could look in her eyes. It took some tries but she found them.
"Knowing your safe and no one will hurt you is better than repaying me money. It was supposed to be my son's room. He is not here but you can stay in it for one night. It's getting late; I don't want you going back in this state. Please, you need it more than anyone right now."
"T-thank you so much. I'm still in shock. I didn't know if anyone was good anymore. I will try to look on the brighter side of life. I promise." Amelia said, she couldn't believe she said that. Being around this woman was bringing out the light in her. "You're amazing."
The woman smiled and realized how late it was. She suggested they walk together to the room so Amelia can get inside fine. As they stepped inside the elevator all seemed to be OK for now.
When they reached the floor and walked toward the door, Amelia stopped.
"I don't even know your name. Can you tell me?"
"My name is Kathryn." She said, smiling warmly, holding the door open for her. "What is yours?"
"Amelia. I can't thank you enough for…everything." Her voice broke as she covered her mouth before a sob slipped out.
Kathryn came forward and placed her arms around Amelia in a gentle embrace. She saw herself in this girl, it was main reason why she is giving Amelia her son's room. "Don't worry about anything. You deserve a good night's sleep."
Amelia cried freely and didn't bother wiping her eyes; the tears fell onto the carpet, making a pool of her emotions on the ground. This time she wasn't crying because she was sad. She cried because Kathryn believed in her, something people never did; and something even she never allowed herself to do.
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