late night heist {aaron}

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'What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing???'

Have you ever seen a five foot four skinny blonde scale a building before? Well then this would be a first. Some how she'd managed to sneak past the house guards and get to the house, knowing which room had been her mothers purely by the words written in the best selling book about her death. Using a plant climber as stepping stones, Amelia Rose slowly made her way up to the balcony, over the railings and then gently managed to prize open the window.

'Maybe if things don't work out here I can make a living breaking into people's homes....'

This wasn't about breaking in, this was about answers, the answers that the nineteen year old had so desperately needed for the last ten years. It was never easy to lose a parent, if anything it was easier due to the fact that Amelia really didn't know her all that well, but it was the fact her death was so deeply shrouded in mystery. It was almost a shock to Ame to see her room, to see the state of it, the layout, the way it was kept. Despite the decade that had past, the place was like a shrine. The pictures that adorned the bed side cabinet depicted her mother with various people, from herself and her grandchildren, to children that Amelia didn't recognize and could only assume were the children that lived in  the house, the ones she cared for. Even the color scheme screamed her mother. 

Luckily light footed, Amelia practically levitated across the ground as she walked around the room. She made no noise for the sake of not wanting to be found and she never turned on main light, just a small desk lamp she'd found that created a dim glow in area of the room it sat, not enough to draw attention. She didn't know where to start looking, what she was looking at or what she was looking for. Her nimble fingers ran gently over trinkets and picture frames as she looked around. Of all the things that occurred to her, it was the lack of dust or cobwebs that surprised her the most. She wasn't sure why they'd continue to clean the dead woman's room which was left untouched but clearly they had to have.

Amelia didn't really do much of anything except look for a long time, it took her almost an hour to even attempt opening a drawer and once she had, she almost wished she hadn't. Looking down, the first thing that she spotted was her old school picture. Lifting it out of the draw, Amelia lowered herself to the bed, sitting down and staring at it. It must have been one of the last she was alive for. Amelia knew there was a copy in her grandmothers photo album she just hadn't expected to see one in her mothers room. It made sense for it to be there but it didn't! Now she had that she was stuck. Amelia didn't know what to do with herself, she just sat there and stared, trying desperately to not let her emotions get the better of her. 

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The day had been rather pressing for Aaron he had to sit threw interviews about his fathers book and movie deals and act as if they were the perfect family, and he’d rather gag himself with a spoon then listen to reviews and whatnot about the book / movie. He hasn’t read any of it nor will he read it ever! He cannot believe his father was allowing Suzie’s name to be dragged into the mud one again. Didn’t this man have a decent bone in his body? Let the woman rest in peace. He wanted to throttle his father most of the time and making him, sit threw these lame assed interviews made him want to do so even more. He could barley leave the house anymore without being hounded by reporters and what not and one thing was for sure he HATED being in the lime light. He wished that all of this would go away as if it were some sort of bad dream, but he didn’t think it would. He stalked off to his own room collapsed on the bed, looking at the ceiling trying his damnest to relax and calm down since the interviews today made Suzie seem like she was a criminal and he didn’t want to believe it he couldn’t he knew her and trusted her and she trusted him and she wasn’t one.

“I can’t believe any of this.”  He grumbled to himself, meaning the lies and slander that was being dished out today.  He spent hours laying in bed looking at nothing till finally he bolted up off his bed, grabbed his own journal, and began to write in it about all his feelings towards his father and how he hated that man with a passion. It also made him wonder if his mother would have let him tell such lies if she was alive today. Would things have been better or would they have been, even more in the line light since his mother had been an actress, he wondered thought if life would be different and wrote it all down in his notebook… Last of all he wrote that he missed Suzie more then ever today hearing all those preposterous things. He finished  writing things down in his notebook, tucking it away safe and sound before he snuck out of his bedroom and down the long hall way towards Suzie’s to go sit in there and talk to her as if she were listening and to clean her room. He did that often when he was in there. It felt like he was honoring her by remembering her, so he slide in like he did any other night only to notice the there was a dim light coming from within the room and he knew he didn’t leave it on the last time he was in here.

There sat in the room was a blonde haired girl starring at something. He was pissed off thinking it was one of his father’s crazy fans breaking into their house to steal something and sell it on eBay. “You’re not supposed to be in here. This is private property. GET OUT. GET OUT.” he said as he stalked over towards the girl grabbing her by the arm trying to drag her out of the room  he was clearly very angry with her for being in there. He wanted to get her out of there so he could drag her out of the house. When was this nightmare going to end? He couldn’t wait for it to end. As he tried to drag her out he seen the picture that she had been looking at it was something Suzie had shown him a few times, and told him about her daughter and it was locked away in Suzie’s draw. Which made him made she broke into Suzie’s personal things. He had seen the little girl in the picture at the funeral. He had never spoken to her, but knew that she had been Suzie’s daughter and it had made him sad the day at the funeral that her daughter had to grow up without her mother and her mothers support. The memories of that day came flooding back to him in waves.

“Where did you get that?” he asked anger still evident in his voice trying to hide the fact that his memories were tearing him up inside and that is when he seen her.  He hoped that the crazy stalker fan of his fathers wasn’t going to try to find the girl in the picture and drag the rest of them in the mud with Suzie. It wasn’t right and that made him push his memories of the funeral away and brought him back to the hear and now.  It was not until now that he seen her face, fully threw the light of the hallway and not the dim light that had littered with in the rooms dwellings. She was the girl in the picture grown up, but still had the similar facial features to the girl in the picture. He dropped his hold on her. He was shocked that she was here. What was she doing here and how did she get in? He was in utter disbelief that Suzie’s daughter was standing in front of him. At least he was pretty sure it was her. He turned to shut the door in case anyone walked by, and so she couldn’t bolt out the door.

 “You’re her.” he said pointing to the picture and waiting for a reply. He hoped that he hadn’t scared her too much. He just hated it when people touched Suzie’s things. It was late so he was sure most people in the house were asleep, but still the door being closed was better then anyone seeing her and calling the police or something which a few minutes earlier may have been something he’d have done or will do if she isn’t Suzie’s daughter. So he waited for her to say something.

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'SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!'

Before Amelia could establish what was happening, do or say anything on the matter or even begin to defend herself, her arm was in the clutches of someone else. Her jaw dropped slightly, a gasp escaping her but she tried to keep her head down, hoping she could find some way to get away before this guy turned her over to the police or worse... Everyone knew how her mother ended up after all. As she was pulled towards the door, Amelia couldn't help but wonder a lot of things. She wondered why they kept everything here. Why they kept her room the same and kept all her stuff.  She also wondered why this guy seemed so angry. It wasn't the trespassing he seemed mad about, it was the room in which she was in. Why was anyone in this family so bothered about her mother? Especially since they'd spent so long exploiting her death. "I... I... I..." How could she explain being in there or going through the drawers in the first place?? 

Just when Amelia was starting to think it was useless, that she should just get her story ready for the police or something. The light from the hall way was blinding her after being so used to the darkness of the room. She was about to say something when all of a sudden he let go of her. She looked up at him with big blue eyes, more surprised about that than anything else. The way he looked at her took her by surprise. She was getting ready to run when he said what he said next. Blinking at him, Amelia stepped back, shoving the picture behind her back. "N-No that'd be... Ridiculous..." Oh god she wanted to run, only she figured diving out of the window would lead to certain death. Instead she just signed and nodded. "Yeah it's me." Looking around, she tried to find a way to get away. This was even worse now he knew who she was! "Why do you still have all this stuff?"

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Aaron had been mad about the girl being in this room, but had let his guard down a little when he had seen the picture and recognized the face. She had backed away from him and tried to hide the picture at first, but he had seen it. He wondered how she got in and why she was in there, he hadn’t realized maybe she was curious about her mother since she really didn’t get to see her much since it was her job to look after him and his other siblings.  He waited for her to answer and at first she tried to make it out like it was ridicules she wasn’t the girl in the picture, but he remembered the girl in the picture from the funeral.  How could he not remember her? He felt so much heart ache for the loss of Suzie even to this day, and she had finally fessed up and told him that she is indeed the girl in the picture.  “ I knew it.” he said in a whisper.  He knew he was right  once he saw her face.  She kept looking around in which he thought perhaps she was going to try to escape, and she asked why they had all this stuff still.

“I wouldn’t let my father throw it away,” he said. He couldn’t let her go. He wanted to hold onto Suzie as long as he could.  “She was like a mother to me for so long it felt wrong to get rid of it.” He said to her probably sounding like a crazy man or something. Aaron really did miss his nanny and she really was like a mother to him more so then his own mother had been. “What are you doing here?” He asked her raising a brow he had answered her question about why he kept all this stuff and he hoped it was sufficient answer. He didn’t want to sound like a lameo and tell her that he comes here to be close to her and talk to her. The girl before him might really think he lost his marbles. “I am sorry you didn’t really get much time with her.” it was the honest truth. He didn’t believe the slander surrounding Suzie she was a kind and gentle soul and wasn’t a criminal. “ Don’t worry I am not going to call the cops on you.” She is Suzie’s daughter he couldn’t do that to her, but if she was a crazy fan then she would have been out on her ass in no time flat. He couldn’t blame her if she still wanted to get out of there.

Aaron looked around the room their was so many fond memories in that room and he wished she could have known her mother like he had. He really didn’t like what his father was doing to  Suzie. It made him wonder if this movie deal was drawing her attention like it was him. He could barely leave his house. He backed up close to the closed door so she couldn’t jet that way, and flipped on the light switch so she could get a better look at the room. It was better lighting then the dim light she had turned on.  “ I always had said that lamp gives off poor light.” but for some reason Suzie always seemed to like it. He didn't know why..

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'This is bad... This is very very very bad.'

Amelia wasn't too sure how she felt about any of this. She couldn't quite work out why this guy was being so kind to her, why he cared about protecting her bothers memory, why he kept her stuff. "She was like a mother to you?" It took so much strength for Ame to say that without crumbling. There was a part of her that wanted to shout 'She was like a mother to you? Well she was my mother!' Luckily, she had self control. Unluckily, she also also had tears welling up in her baby blues! He was asking so many questions and she couldn't seem to answer one before the next one came... But then he said he wasn't going to call the police and she couldn't help but snort slightly. "Yeah... The place my mother died and I'm concerned about the police..."

She wasn't quite sure how he got from his many questions to talking about the lamp, but once he did, she smiled fondly, stepping towards it. "That was Mom though....  She liked dim lights and candles, she felt the ominous glow was kind of... magical." As she grinned, her finger tips grazed over the top of the lamp, the heat burning through her finger. "I came to try and... find answers... I read the book. I know I shouldn't have but I read the book and... That's not my Mom. Sure I didn't know her very well but I know enough...."  She didn't know it yet but Aaron was probably the best person to teach Amelia about her mother.

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Suzie really had been like a mother to him and that is why he loved to be in her room. It really was a shock to see the girl before him in her room, but the more answers and things said the more he got to know why she had came here and he really couldn’t blame her for being there. He liked to come here to be close to Suzie… “Yeah she was. She was all I had really after my own mother passed away.” It was true she was and he could only imagine how the girl before him was feeling since she had lost her mother and her mother wasn’t around much and he could relate on that front since his mother wasn’t around much either. She had died and was off doing her own thing when she was alive… so Suzie was the closest thing he had to one… He didn’t know that she was biting back comments.

He frowned a bit when he seen tears begin to form in her eyes and he really did feel for the girl on so many levels. It wasn’t fair her mother was taken from her. Just like it wasn’t far Suzie was taken from him and he missed her greatly on an everyday basis. He didn’t really know how to reply to her comments about where her mother had and she was concerned about the police… Who know what they’d have done to her if they came… She’d probably be locked away and sent a jail for conspiracy to commit murder or something if his father had his way… The tone of things seemed to calm a little once they began to talk about Suzie and her lamp. He really never did understand her love for it, but he listened to her daughter speak, and grinned a little himself as she told him about her moms love for dim lights and candles and how she felt the glow was magical… “I suppose in a way it is magical,” he said still grinning, and he had to admit that Suzie had a beautiful daughter and she surly got her looks from her momma.

He watched as she ran her fingers over the lamp. “Careful you don’t want to burn yourself,” he stated hoping she’d have heeded his warning, but just like Suzie, she seemed as if she’d do what she wants. Amelia finally explained how she came to find answers and that is why she was there and how she had read his fathers book even thought she shouldn’t have, but she knew that wasn’t her mom and how she didn’t know her well, but knew enough. “I have never read the book so I don’t know what it says in it, but I heard it is pretty terrible, and I don’t believe the lies it spreads and breeds within its pages… I refuse to believe such horrific things I hear in whispers.” He had told her. “ I don’t know if I can help you with your answers, but I am willing to try.” he was sure she could hear the sincerity in his voice and hoped that she’d trust him enough to tell him what she wanted to know.

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'Don't let him get inside your head, Amelia.'

Amelia didn't know what to make of this guy. She definitely didn't know if she should trust him. She'd always sworn she'd never trust a single member of this family, not until she knew the truth, not until she knew what happened to her mom. The way he spoke it was almost like he genuinely understood her mother and she wasn't sure if it was a good thing but the way he claimed her lamp was, in a way, magical made her beam. Then came concern. Concern for her. Concern that in running her hand over the red hot lamp she'd end up burning the delicate tips of her fingers. He seemed concerned for her. Concerned for her and so fond of her mother that it was confusing to Amelia. "You really loved her didn't you?" It was hard not to see an emotion in him that was so a kin to her own. Her heart was beating quickly in her chest and her big blue eyes looked up at him, emotion so clear in them that you could almost imagine the tears that wanted to be there. "Since you already know who I am... May I have the same curtesy?"

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Aaron generally was concerned for her and didn’t want any harm to come to her and knew if his father seen her in here he’d have a fit, but he couldn’t just toss her out of the house. She was eager to know more about her mother, and he possible could tell her bits about her, but with Aaron not knowing what for sure was in the book. He didn’t have the answers she may seek about her mother dying on their property. He really did not want to believe anything ill of Suzie that he had heard and when she ran her fingers over her mother’s lamp, he wanted her to be careful. He did not want her to burn herself on it. Suzie’s lamp after all is old and magical and he was actually shocked it still worked if he was being honest with himself. Emotions were swimming all over Amelia’s face. He felt horrible for her. He wished that her mother never died so perhaps that she could know the woman like he had. He will always hold Suzie near and dear to his heart no matter what happens with this movie deal. He would refuse to go see the movie.

“Of course I did. How could I not? She was more of a mother to me then my own mother. She practically raised me and my other siblings. Taught us right from wrong.” It is one reason Aaron believed the book was wrong and she taught him that you should not judge a book by its cover either. Sometimes things aren’t as if you’d expect them to be. He knew it had to hurt her to be here. He didn’t know for all he knew she hated him and his entire family and him being here maybe making it worse for her… He could see the emotions flicker and dance across her fragile features and he didn’t want her to cry… he didn’t think he could handle it if she started to cry… It is a weakness of his…He walked over to the desk where there was a hidden compartment where Suzie kept her journals, and tissues…. Standing in the way of them for a moment, he had turned to face Amelia who was asking him his name and he was scratching his head kicking himself mentally for not giving her his name sooner.

“You must excuse my manors. I usually have more of them then I have shown you.” He had told her mentally kicking himself for his lack of manors… “Your momma would so smite me right now for my lack of common courtesy, but my name is Aaron. I am sure I don’t have to tell you my last name because you already know.” He said offering her a tissue revealing the tissue box and journals… motioning to the desk… “These are your mothers,” he told her. “I know I may know her pretty well, but maybe just maybe they could help you discover more about her.” He said. "I don’t know what’s in them. I never read them I just know they were near and dear to her and I think she’d want you to have them.” Aaron stated. He hoped she didn’t feel as if this were some kind of trap or anything… he was sure with in its pages it must tell Amelia how much her mother loved her. He used to hear it from Suzie all the time how Amelia was her pride and joy and her little princess and he knew she'd be proud of her too.

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'Don't let him get inside your head, Amelia.'

Her heart stopped at the journals. She couldn't help it. Her mother had always been this big mystery, it was strange to think of her suddenly getting to know her, much less through pieces of paper and the words of a guy who she'd only just met. Maybe it was the gateway to her mother clouding her judgement, but now she wasn't so terrified, she couldn't help but keep staring at Aaron... He was -- Incredibly gorgeous! She was sure that thick hair of his that was curling at the end would have been perfect for her mother to run her fingers through as she soothed him to sleep. She could see her mother in her head, with a younger version of the man before her, humming him lullabies. It was in an attempt to stop staring at him that she opened one of the books, running her eyes over the words. "That's Mom's writing..." She didn't mean to sound surprised, it wasn't like she didn't believe him, she could... couldn't believe she had something to personal to her mother so close. 

Moving, she didn't even think about it, she sat down with the book and started reading random paragraphs here and there. She chuckled and looked up at him. "Have you read these?" She wasn't mad, in fact she almost liked the idea. "She mentions you a lot!"

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Aaron had decided to let her see the journals they after all were her mothers and it was her right to see them since she didn’t know much about her mother and he couldn’t really just keep them secret that would be wrong now wouldn’t it? He hoped she’d find answers in the pages. He hoped she’d find out more about her mother and what she was like. Aaron wasn’t sure how much the pretty blonde girl before him knew. He just knew he had to give them to her it is what Suzie would have wanted. How he missed her dearly. She kept staring at him and he arched a brow and looked over his shoulder to make sure someone hadn’t came in the room or caught them or something since he didn’t want her to flee, but she was staring at him. “Do I have something one my face?” He asked, it was a little bit of a tease, but he couldn’t help, but flush a little shade pinker because she was staring.

Her eyes finally skimmed the pages and she was reading the handwriting and said that was her momma writing he smiled at that and at least she recognized it so maybe he didn’t hog her mother too much she at least knew that it was her mothers. “That it is. She really did love to write and had to write everything down.” He told her. He knew she must not have wanted to sound surprised at it being her mother’s journals, but he could tell it really did mean a lot to her. She had then sat down and began reading, that made him grin too, and it was nice she felt so comfortable that she could sit down. He half expected her to take the journals and flee the same way she had gotten in, but it was nice that she didn’t. She had a soft sweet chuckle, and he ran a hand threw his own hair before answering her question about if he had read them.

“No I haven’t read her personal ones, but she did write some journals for me I have them in my room. She liked to write down memories and stuff or important events that had happened. She wanted me to remember.” He explained, and hoped that it didn’t upset her to much since she barley spent any time with her mother. “All bad things I am sure.” He teased a little when she said that he is mentioned in their a lot. “Anything of interest?” He asked curiously now wanting to know what Suzie had indeed wrote about him. She was sweet and he always seemed so close to her. He bet he was her favorite out of all three kids really.