Chapter 291 Truth From The Drunk
“Tiff, how do I look? Please tell me I don’t look like a crazy person,” pleaded Amelia self-consciously after walking out of the elevator.
“You look great! I don’t think anybody could tell that you just had a breakdown. Not at all,” commented Tiffany with a thumbs-up.
“Very funny, Tiff.” Amelia chuckled and slapped her friend jokingly on the arm, but the latter only shrugged in response.
“Are you ready? I’m going to open the door now.”
After Amelia nodded, Tiffany pushed the door open, but unexpectedly, Kurt was the only person they saw waiting inside. As for Tony, the boy was nowhere to be seen.
“Kurt, where’s Tony?” questioned Amelia.
“He’s with Martha,” answered Kurt as he pointed to a bedroom.
Instead of rushing to Tony, Amelia nodded appreciatively at the man for what he had done for her. “Sorry for troubling you today, Kurt. Did Mom… Mrs. Clinton give you a hard time for it?”
In response, Kurt shook his head. “Not at all. She wanted me to tell you to take care of Tony and yourself and that she’ll be visiting you this weekend.”
Amelia immediately fell silent when she heard that, for she knew she would have to disappoint Olivia. To avoid further complications, Amelia decided that it was best to leave the city with Tony the next day. The Clintons control this city. There’s pretty much nothing I can do if they ever want Tony’s custody back. I can’t let that happen, so I have to leave this place as soon as possible. I know this isn’t fair for them, but I can’t let them take Tony away from me. It took everything I had to let go of Oscar. I can’t lose Tony too!
“Kurt, I’m going to leave the city tomorrow. You can come with me if you want. But only if you want to. I’m not going to force you.”
Stunned, the man did not expect that Amelia would leave in such a hurry, but he believed that she had a good reason for doing so. “I’ll go with you.”
Even though the two had only known each other for a few months, Kurt acted like he had known Amelia for many years. Not only had he repeatedly helped her, but he also never asked for anything in return, and for that, Amelia was very grateful. To her, Kurt was more than just a bodyguard; He was a true friend.
“Thank you, Kurt,” Amelia stated as she genuinely wanted the man to know how much she appreciated him. She considered herself extremely fortunate to have such a loyal friend by her side in her time of need.
Since Kurt was unsure how to respond, the trio was surrounded by an awkward silence before Tiffany clapped her hands and broke the ice.
“Oh, come on! You guys made it sound like someone just died. Lighten up a little! Didn’t you say something about getting drunk tonight, Amelia? Let’s do that! Nobody’s going anywhere until they get stupid drunk. You hear me?”
With that, Tiffany shifted her attention to Kurt. “What say you, Kurt? Are you in, or are you going to chicken out?”
The man then gave her a nod of agreement.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about! I knew you’re no chicken!” exclaimed Tiffany excitedly.
With all that enthusiasm, Kurt could not help but crack a smile at the cheerful woman. Even though Tiffany was loud, she was also a very thoughtful person. To Kurt, Tiffany was a good friend to have around, so he did not mind smiling at her at all.
After instructing Martha to look after Tony, Tiffany went out with Kurt to get some beverages and food. The man was in charge of serving up delicacies to go with the alcoholic drink.
Martha had her dinner in the room while she continued to look after Tony. As for the other three adults, they had their mugs filled with alcohol before starting their meal.
“As I said, nobody’s going anywhere tonight until we get stupid drunk. Time to drink up!”
With their mugs held high, the three clinked before downing the drink inside.
“Fill up my mug, Tiff,” stated Amelia as she placed her large cup in front of her friend.
Without a word, Tiffany immediately filled the woman’s mug to the brink with frothy beer.
As soon as Amelia got her mug back, she lifted it and finished the drink in one big gulp. Still, it was not enough for her, so she went straight for the bottle and continued to down more beer. Shocked by Amelia’s unusual behavior, Tiffany tried to take the beer bottle away from her friend, but the woman would not let her. “Please, Tiff. I need this. Just let me be for tonight. I promise I’ll be back to my normal self tomorrow. But tonight, I need as much alcohol as I can get to drown my sorrow,” begged Amelia in a miserable voice, pointing at her heart.
Seeing how depressed Amelia was, Tiffany decided to let her friend keep the bottle. Even after everything Amelia had done, Tiffany could not believe that her friend would end up so brokenhearted.
Then, she noticed how Kurt seemed to be concerned for Amelia as well. “Let her be. She’s going through a tough time. I just hope that getting drunk will be enough to ease her pain. Even if it’s just a little.”
As expected, Amelia eventually ended up drunk.
The woman, who had already sprawled onto the table, cried as she repeatedly called out Oscar’s name.
Her wailing only served to fill her friends with more concern.
“You’re drunk, Amelia. What do you say we go rest now?” Patting Amelia’s back, Tiffany tried to convince her friend to stop drinking.
“I’m not done yet. It still hurts, so I have to continue drinking. I don’t want to get a divorce, Oscar. You have to believe me! I never wanted to do that, but why didn’t you stop me? Why did you agree to the divorce? You have no idea how much I’m hurting right now. But you don’t seem bothered by the divorce at all. Do you really not love me at all? Was everything you did for me just for show?”
After her mumbling, Amelia lifted her mug and looked at Tiffany with her eyes barely open. “Drink, Tiff! You promised me that we would get stupid drunk, remember? Don’t chicken out on me now!”
Tiffany tried to snatch the beer bottle away from Amelia again but to no avail. Amelia was not ready to stop just yet. “Leave my beer alone, Tiff! I have to get more drunk. Only then will I be able to see Oscar in my dreams. You wouldn’t believe how sweet he was in my dreams. He only had eyes for me. Only me, and no Cassie Yard!”
At that point, Tiffany felt so bad for her friend that her eyes began to well up.
“You’re already drunk enough, Amelia. Let me help you get into your room. I promise you that everything will be better when you wake up.”
“No! We’ll drink the night away. Come on, Tiff. Bottoms up!” Amelia lifted her mug once again and gestured for her friend to do the same.
Left with no choice, Tiffany lifted her mug as well to humor Amelia.
The more Amelia drank, the more confused she became. Before long, she started saying things that she would not have said under any other circumstances.
With her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, Amelia grabbed hold of Tiffany’s hand and started confessing her love for her ex-husband. “Oscar, you have no idea how much I love you. I never wanted to get a divorce. I was hoping you would say no, then I would have a reason to salvage our marriage. Why did you agree to it instead? Does that mean you don’t love me? Why else would you seem not bothered by our divorce at all?”
Then, Amelia started patting herself on the chest. “Do you have any idea how much it hurts here when I saw how unaffected you were? Why weren’t you sad at all? Why?”
Seeing how heartbroken Amelia was, Tiffany could not help but sigh and resent Oscar for treating her friend that way.
“It’s going to be okay, Amelia. Forget about Oscar. I’ll get you someone a hundred times better than that bastard,” promised Tiffany gently.
“No! Oscar is the only one I love. I want him and nobody else. Only him!” shouted Amelia, glaring at her friend. “I know what you’re planning, Cassie. You’re trying to come between Oscar and me, aren’t you? You witch! You never should’ve come back. And you, Stephanie! If it weren’t for you, I’d never have been blinded; Oscar and I would never have gotten a divorce. I want nothing more than to give you a good beating! The Clintons should’ve punished you more severely than to just send you away for two months for what you’ve done. It’s not fair! They think they can just brush me off like that just because my family is less powerful than they are. It’s all just a big fat lie! They never treated me like I was one of their own. Those phonies!”
As much as Amelia tried to hide her true feelings toward Cassie and Stephanie, she spilled everything after getting drunk.
Like any other normal human being, there was only so much emotion Amelia could keep bottled up inside. Eventually, she would have to find a way to let it all out.
“Get me Oscar now! I want Oscar!” cried Amelia while Tiffany continued to try to calm her down.
Even when she no longer had any strength to shout, Amelia continued to mutter Oscar’s name subconsciously. The scene was as heart-rending as it could get to Tiffany, for she never expected Amelia to love the man that much. Amelia’s strong feelings for Oscar only made it more difficult for her to swallow the hard truth.
Looking at her drunk friend, Tiffany let out a long sigh. “If you love him that much, why did you divorce him?”
Meanwhile, Kurt only stared quietly at Amelia before walking over to carry her.
“Careful not to drop her, Kurt,” reminded Tiffany.
The man then entered the guest room to put the woman to bed. After covering Amelia with a blanket, Kurt continued to stare softly at her. “Was it worth it?”
At that point, Amelia was already non-responsive.
