Novels by Mimi_xoxo

AMELIAIt was quiet in the car. Too quiet. Alexander's face was as inscrutable as always, but he still had to be seething because of his confrontation with Bill. I was a little overwhelmed after what I had heard. Maybe even more than a little. And yes, I was scared too. What if Alex was the killer Bill thought he was? I didn't really think so, but what if? If he had caused the accident and felt it could never be traced to him, what stopped him from trying again? I snuck a glance at Alex. He was concentrating on the road ahead. I forced myself to relax a little. A lot of people knew I was out with him, so I was safe. I hoped. "We're here. Get out."I snapped right out of a light doze and looked around. We were back at the hospital. I stifled a yawn. It had been a long day. I was very tired. "Go on," Alex urged without looking at me. "Aren't you going to take me inside?"Alex turned his head in my direction but didn't quite look at me. "Take you in? Why? You can walk, can't you?

AMELIAThe last of Bill's anger went away. His eyes grew very sad. I had gotten my answer. Over the counter, Rose took my hands and held them tightly in her small ones. "I did. Didn't I?" I said. "Yes, love," she said softly. "But that was long ago. You were a mess then. You started getting better at some point."I had read somewhere that some suicidal people, especially after being caught attempting suicide the first time, would fake happiness for a while while they got ready for the next attempt."Are you sure I had not been... pretending?" I asked. Bill's answer was firm. He shook his shaggy head. "No. I'm a good judge of people. I would stake my collection of booze-" He waved a massive arm in the general direction of the shelves behind the counter where an impressive array of drinks were arranged. "-on the fact that you were actually getting better.""That's final, Emma. That collection is his baby. Surprised he can even bear to sell them. If he swears by them, then you're good

AMELIAIt was not a very classy place, this bar. It was not a place I had expected a rich, spoiled girl like Emma to frequent. The furnishings were mostly cheap, but at least the place was clean. And not crowded. Right now I could not deal with crowds. "Go on," Alexander urged. I took a step past the door and kept going. A jukebox played quiet music in the background. I took my time, looking around, focusing on objects, especially stuff that looked like it had been around for a long time. I waited for the spark, for a flash of something. Anything. As the seconds ticked past, I realized this wasn't working. I turned to tell Alexander this when the air was split with a shriek of "Emma!"It took a moment to remember my name was supposed to be Emma. I looked towards the source of the sound. A young woman, pretty in a pale, washed-out way and not much older than Emma, was sliding down a bar stool, almost tripping over her ridiculously high heels. Her mouth was open in surprise. Sh

AMELIA"Me kill you?"Alexander smiled a little. It was one of those smiles that was worse than a scowl or a glare. He took his eyes off the road for a moment to glance at me. "Emma," he said. "Let me put it this way. You're every murderer's dream. You're the kind of girl who has enemies everywhere, the kind of girl who the cops would have a hard time finding the murderer simply because there would be lots of motives from lots of different people."The car wasn't particularly cold, but I found myself shivering a little. The cold-blooded way he was analyzing my question gave me the chills. Was this his way of admitting that he had something to do with Emma's accident? "Now let me tell you the truth. I, for one, have wished you dead more times than I can count.""You—you have?" I stuttered. He chuckled and snuck another glance at me. "Does that bother you so much? I'm sure you've felt the same, only you don't remember. But while I had hoped death would get you out of my life for goo

AMELIA'S POV The doctor and nurse stood in a corner of the room, talking and doing that thing where they compared notes on my case. I really wasn't paying attention. My thoughts were a million miles away. "Looking good, Mrs. Pierce."I looked up to see the doctor reading something off the charts close to my bed. He was smiling, and that, to me, was a good thing. "How is it?" I asked him, happy that even my voice sounded stronger. "How am I doing?""Good. Really good. You're making a lot of progress and—""Does this mean I'm allowed out of the hospital now?" The nurse and doctor exchanged a quick look. "Well... yes," the doctor said, drawing out the word. "I don't see why not. But you have to be careful to take it easy. We wouldn't want what happened last time to repeat itself..."He went on and on with the advice. I made sure I nodded and said yes in all the right places. Anything that would get me out of here and help me get a deeper look into Emma's mind. I had realized that

Third-person Pov "I thought you said she was getting better," Alex said. He dragged his eyes away from the pale, sleeping figure on the hospital bed and turned his attention to the doctor who was packing away his equipment. "What is wrong with her? Why did she just... collapse like that?" The doctor sighed. "She is recovering very well," the doctor assured him. "I think this er—episode was caused by stress. Seeing the outside world and lots of people after such a long time must have triggered all her stress hormones. I really wasn't in support of her going out so soon, but..." The doctor trailed off and shrugged. Alex could complete the doctor's statement if he wished. Timothy Mitchell had most likely ordered that his daughter be allowed out of the hospital all so she could get her memory back as soon as possible. Like his daughter, Timothy always got what he wanted. "So what happens now?" Alex asked. "Well, she will be monitored really closely from now. Obviously, she ca