Unconditional (Book Two)

30. Unconditional { Part One }

Not controlled. All my mind can think about after he stated these words. A rush of adrenaline and rage that is not controlled. ".....You fucking didn't."

"Ooohohohhh. Of course I did," he states evilly. 

I stare at him with complete fire and an explosion in my eyes. But even before I can start talking, and from the weakness that my knees absorbed with his past statement, it was just too much for me to handle indeed; and Colin pushes me away from him, and throws me to the ground without an anticipation. There is a shot of pain dashing all the way from my middle finger to the nape of my neck, concentrating itself at my shoulder, and leaving me on the ground.

Even with Colin's injured leg, he distracts you to attack. Hurts you to the point where you feel weak. And simply with words–he needs nothing more–he manages to throw you down and make you feel like you're defeated.

"I indeed did, Parsons," states Colin, with a mad chuckle, and slowly walking towards my body lying on the cold, marble floor. "I slept with your wife. And not just that, I even managed upon fooling Amelie to make it willingly. Then of course with your stupid presence and her recovery of memories, I had to force her by threatening her with your life. Tears would fall down her eyes when I would oblige her to do it, but it didn't change the outcome of it, so I didn't even care.....She was just as good."

And with this I fire up, immediately standing up from the ground with force. Shaking to the sensation of pure fury; feeling an addition of burning anger, rage, disgust, and hatred rushing uncontrolled through my nerves and veins; making my brain explode; and causing my reasoning to be damned. It is by then and in just fractions of seconds that I have taken Colin again. I have taken him against the wall, though this time it is with my hands around his neck, and actually attempting to choke him to death....I've had enough.

Amelie's POV

It took me a little bit longer than what I expected to pass security, though I couldn't really be surprised. JFK airport is usually packed with people. How not?

"Thank you," I politely state to the man at security as I exit. 

It is in only twenty minutes that I'll be boarding the plane, so I should quickly get a fast snack and proceed to the gate to be alert. I wouldn't want to miss my plane under any circumstances, just to have to leave the airport and be exposed to Colin again. One big 'no thanks' from my part in this case.

"Excuse me," I listen to a shy, female voice saying as I approach one of the airport stores. Without hesitation, I turn around to where the voice is calling and find myself face to face with a girl that is about sixteen years old–red hair, freckled skin, light eyes. "Are you Amelie? Jim Parsons' wife?"

For a moment, I am caught unexpected. Never did I imagine that the question or thing she would speak would be that, specially when people don't really remember me being Jim's wife or simply think we got separated because of couple conflicts. Peculiar and definitely unexpected question asked by the girl, but definitely making my heart run at a faster pace, my eyes brighten, and a smile grow on my face.

"Yes," I state with delight. "I am."

"Oh! This is so amazing! It is such a pleasure meeting you!" she states with full excitement. "I've been a huge fan of yours and Jim since you were just friends."

I throw her a surprised look though definitely smile, even when the tears in my eyes are fighting to escape. "Wow, thank you so much. That is so sweet."

The girl smiles at me and takes her phone from the pocket of her sweater, turning it on. "Would you mind taking a picture with me?"

"Oh of course not. It would be my pleasure." And I pose besides her so that she can snap a picture.