Chapter Twenty Three: The Right Time

She hugged him tighter, wishing she could absorb his pain, take away his suffering. "We need to get you help," she said softly. "Professional help. Someone who can help you understand what's happening and how to fight it."

Jonah nodded again, his grip on her tightening. "Will you stay with me?" he asked, his voice small and vulnerable. The least of his problem was going to vet help, all he needed was Amelia by his side.

"Of course," she replied without hesitation. "I'm not going anywhere." She assured him and he smiled at her response.

They sat like that for a long time, the chaos of the room slowly slipping away as Amelia offered Jonah the comfort and support he so desperately needed.

She wished she could end his pain and help him feel better but she didn't have such power. He had to endure it and carry his cross.

She also felt pity for him because Maxwell will be around her for the time being, at least until she has gotten him to delete the video of Jonah that he has.

As the night wore on, the voices seemed to recede, their insistent whispers fading into the background. Jonah's breathing steadied, his body relaxing against Amelia's. For the first time in months, he felt relieved and calm. He could see light amidst the darkness that hovered around him.

His greatest fear was giving into the darkness and letting the chaos feed on him. Thus, making him become a threat to mankind.

He didn't want that, he didn't want any of it and he so desperately hoped that he would do good and not bad.

After a few minutes of silence, Amelia broke free from the hug and her eyes searched for Jonah to see if there was any hint of frustration still lingering.

All she saw was a man who looked lost and confused and frustrated her more to know that there was barely anything she could do about it apart from going along with Maxwell and getting rid of the video. "Look at me, Jonah," Amelia said to him.

Jonah shook his head in refusal because he felt too ashamed of himself, "look at me," Amelia urged him but Jonah still refused.

"I'm sorry, I can't." He said to her in a low voice.

"I need you to look at me Jonah, you don't have to say anything." She urged him but he still wasn't willing to look at her.

She placed her hand on his right cheek, patted it softly and with her hand under his chin, she gently raised his head up to her eye level, having his eyes meet hers, "Do you trust me?" She asked him.

Jonah's brows furrowed as he thought about where that question was coming from, "I don't understand,"

"Do you trust me?" She asked him again. But this time, with a firmer tone.

With a shrug of his shoulder, Jonah replied to her. "Yes..." He said to her, expecting her to state a reason for her weird question without him having to ask her.

"Good, allow me to fix this while you try to keep the voices out of your head. Can you do that?" She inquired.

"It's hard, their voices are louder than my thoughts." Jonah replied.

"Yes, you can. I want you to believe in yourself that you can. Can you hear me?" She asked him.

"Fine, I'll try." He responded dryly.

"That's great to hear." Amelia said and rose to her feet.

"You're leaving already?" Jonah asked surprisingly.

"Sadly, yes." She replied.

"Why so soon?"

Jonah asked her that question because he didn't want to be left alone, the voices seemed to fade away with her presence. He feared that they might return.

"I have to leave. I wish I could tell you why but I can't. I just need you to trust me and believe that I will fix this mess." She said to him and gave him a warm hug before walking out the door.

Amelia left and headed straight home. She needed to rest and mentally prepare herself for the next day.

***
The next day came fast and she tried to keep herself as busy as she could until night came and she began preparing for her terrifying date with Maxwell. A date where she has to pretend everything was fine.

Amelia faced the mirror, her hands shaking slightly as she clasped her necklace. She felt a mix of nervousness and resolve in her racing heart. The night was a crucial one for her.

She quickly looked at the time on the clock. In less than an hour, Maxwell would arrive at her front door. She paused to inhale deeply and mustered up a smile, rehearsing the mask she had to uphold. Her happiness tonight was not sincere, but rather essential.

The video Maxwell had was a powerful threat that she couldn't dismiss - a damning proof revealing Jonah using his healing abilities, a revelation that could destroy their lives and then Jonah to a lab rat for scientists.

Amelia quickly glanced at her phone on the dresser. She had sent Jonah a text earlier, guaranteeing him that everything would turn out alright. He was unaware of the exact time for the date with Maxwell and she planned to maintain his ignorance. He had plenty of concerns to deal with. Plus, she didn't want them creating another scene in public.

She ran a brush through her hair and styled it to look very smooth. She chose a dress from her wardrobe, one that she knew would make Maxwell drool and then she put it on. Her body was embraced by the smooth material, making her look really elegant and confident in herself.

Next, she applied her makeup. She applied it carefully, hiding the worry lines and dark circles that had become more noticeable in recent days of unending drama.

Every time she applied mascara and lipstick, she created a version of herself that Maxwell desired to see, calm, and, most notably, enamored with him.
Content with her looks, Amelia stepped away and examined her reflection in the mirror. The woman looking back at her reflection was prepared for an evening of negotiations and deception.

She needed to accomplish this. This was something she had to do.
The sudden sound of the doorbell caused a shiver to run down her spine.

The time had come…
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