Amelia POV.
I walk out of the interrogation room and through the prison. The cool air hits my skin and I tilt my head back as I breathe in the fresh air. I feel the hate and resentment leave me with each breath out I take. Like a black toxic sludge as it leaves my body.
I feel lighter, free as I smile before I walk towards the mansion. I won’t walk in through the front door. I don’t want to scare the terrible two seeing me covered in blood. I’m more blood than person right now. So I change direction and head to the back of the mansion and in through the gardens.
I ignore all the stares as I walk with my head held high as I take the stairs one at a time, not rushing as I make it to the top. I make my way to my room. Once inside, I walk to the bathroom and peel the blood-soaked clothes o
