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It was finally summer. The season where kids had their summer vacation and enjoyed the weeks of freedom before another year started. Yet it had been seven months of torture for Amy Lime as she remained under the constant watchful eye of Ray and Robert. She thought to have considered herself lucky that she had not stepped foolishly out of line with them, apart from the encounter during Christmastime, or she would have suffered a terrible outcome. Another part of her relief was the fact that neither men had found Harry's letters during those past couple of months. However, Amy thought that she was running out of time. Both men wanted her to play her role but they haven't achieved anything. A part of her thought that they were trying to catch her off guard when they decided to perform the deed but when they didn't, she believed that they had already carried out their execution at prison. A thought that worried her everyday.

She clung her pink robe tightly around her frame and paced around her apartment. There was no food in the refrigerator, not that she was hungry, and she just felt tired. Tired of living this way and tired of living under constant fear from these two men or realizing that her husband had been killed.

I should have taken action when I had the chance she thought to herself. An action of what? Leaving the apartment and getting away from this nightmare? Even if she did, those ghosts would always return to haunt her. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and headed over to the kitchen to make some tea. At least this drink offered some form of comfort, even when Harry was out with Marv 'working.' She waited until the tea kettle whistled as loudly as it could and poured the hot water into a cup with a tea bag already in it.

Hot. Not sweet at all. Slight comfort. Then why did she feel like throwing it up? Taking a small sip of her tea, she placed the tips of her fingers upon her lips and tried to keep her discomfort at bay. She was too focused on herself that she didn't hear the door open and before she knew it, Ray made his presence known. Amy looked up and was surprised to seem him in her apartment without Robert. She had been alone with Ray before but in her apartment she hadn't. With her hands slightly shaking, she placed the teacup on the counter and looked at him. She couldn't utter a single words but could only stare at those blue eyes that stared back at her.

"Are you just going to stare at me?" Ray snapped at her, "where's the damn mail?!

And they still continued to go through her mail. "No mail comes on Sunday," Amy answered him.

The male scoffed as he walked around one of the couches and plummeted onto it as if this was his own apartment. Amy looked down at the belt of his pants and noticed a silver object that shined against the afternoon light. A gun. Amy's eyes perked up when she thought of Harry's letter that he had written to her months ago and the one with the police outfit.

If only I can do it she thought to herself. She had almost tried to attempt it, but she couldn't bring herself to use any of her wiles to do it. When she had done it before, she felt so disgusted with herself that she wanted to erase the memory from her mind.

"How can there not be mail on Sundays?" Ray's voice broke her from her thoughts, "don't these people work everyday? This is nonsense!"

Amy took a deep breath. "I understand, it must be very frustrating for you."

Huge mistake. Amy backed against the sink as Ray rounded towards her and blocked her path. "You think this is funny?" he snapped at her, taking her comment as a form of sarcasm. "We've been in this damn apartment for months, haven't gotten anywhere, and it's been nothing but a waste of time!"

Amy could see that he was enraged. Those eyebrows were furrowed, blue eyes were wide, and there was a glaze over them that made him look diabolical. Being up this close to him made her uncomfortable but at last his gun wasn't pointed at her. Amy looked at the floor for a slight second before looking up at Ray. "But what is it that you are looking for? What is it that Harry owes you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Ray teased her, "that ain't any of your business."

"It is if my husband is a part of this," Amy told him, her eyes never leaving his when she spoke. "If I did know of anything, I would definitely tell you."

Ray blinked when she said that. "You'd betray him by telling us?"

If it was called a 'betrayal' then so be it. He had done the same thing to her in a way. Upon his question, Amy slowly nodded her head. "I would," she said to him. "It is not fair to you or your partner about what Harry did. I can see how angry it has made the both of you and you've been fighting this for...for months on end now," she reached forward and took a gentle hold of his hand. She felt his fingers twitch but he didn't move his hand away from her touch. "But if you tell me what he has done, maybe I can think of something or anything that he may have told me."

Ray debated about whether he should say anything to this woman. Robert would have scolded him for doing so, but if this woman had an idea of anything, then maybe they'd be closer in finding it. "You'd really do that?" he asked, that danger that he had in his eyes before dissipating as he looked at her.

Amy only offered a gentle nod of her head and gently swiped her thumb against his knuckles. "It's the least I can do for your troubles," she pulled herself away from the edge of the sink and stood straight and in an extremely proximity to this man who was practically towering over her.

Ray let out a puff of breath and looked down at her. "Robert, me, and Harry go a long way back. We used to be really close, friends even."

"What happened?" Amy asked.

"What do you mean what happened?" Ray asked her, "he happened! How d'you think we'd react that after that heist we pulled, he'd be the one running away with thousands of dollars full of money! Money that came from the jewels that we stole! He'd think he could take them and run away with it leaving both Robert and me like schnooks!"

Amy had no idea about this heist that they had managed to pull. Harry never mentioned a thing to her about it, whether it be jewels or money. Just then, she felt her hand being raised towards Ray as he looked at the marriage band that she wore.

"This thing that you're wearing," he said as his eyes looked at the band, "was from the jewels that we stole. My share of it!"

Amy's hand began to tremble when he shouted and she pulled her hand away. She began to twist the band around her finger and managed to pull it off and hold it in front of Ray. "You can have it," she said to him.

Ray looked from the gold band and then at her. He couldn't tell whether she was being serious or was mocking his distress. His anger began to boil from within and slapped the ring from her hand. Amy let out a shout as her hand was hit and she saw the ring falling onto the floor. Before she knew it, Ray had her in his clutches and his hands tightened around her frail arms. "Do you think I'm stupid?" he asked and she quickly shook her head, "I don't want that damned ring! I want that pathetic being here. The more that this is delayed the more irritated!"

Fear took over her body and Amy tried her hardest to struggle free from his grip. "Let go!" Amy yelled as she attempted to push him off her. Ray stumbled backwards and Amy quickly grabbed the ring from the floor and held onto it.

Ray smirked at what he saw. "That ring isn't going to protect you or Harry," he said and approached her. "It will always be a reminder of a stolen item, a sham of what is not meant to be."

This man had no business in speaking to her of what was real or not and that made Amy angry. However, he was right in his words. These lies and the past life that Harry had, and a dangerous one at that, was all for nothing yet deep down she cared for him...and she couldn't break her promise to herself to help him get out of there and away from these men. "I can make that judgement myself," Amy answered him.

His eyes flashed dangerously once more but he made no attempt to attack her.

"But I have been rather unhappy with this revelation," Amy said as she looked down on the floor, "I never thought that living in a marriage full of lies would be so...devastating. I don't know why I didn't see it before. There had to be some form of clue that I should've listened to."

"It's too late for that now, doll face," Ray smirked to her, "but you're stuck with it for the rest of your life."

"I suppose so," Amy said, "but would I rather stay with Harry after all of this? How can I move on?"

"That's just it. You can't move on because in your mind," he motioned by pointing at her temple, causing her to flinch, "it will always be a part of you."

"But is there a way that it can be undone?" she asked him as she closed the proximity between them, "I don't want my life to be a sham with a man whose only lied for years." She titled her head to the side and looked up at Ray, "I think it can happen, if I were to fix this whole problem."

"And how're you going to fix it?" he asked her.

Amy swallowed and a small coquette smile came upon her lips. "I have been trying to help you both for months now, but not in the way that you'd have hoped. Learning about this, I can try and get some facts out of Harry. All it takes is some...," she raised her fingers along the collar of Ray's shirt and gently gripped them, "persuasion."

Ray's breath caught short at her action and felt himself being gently pulled towards her. His eyes stared directly into hers and this was his first time noticing how alluring Harry's wife was, when he was not angry of course. "How will you do it?" he asked her.

"A lady never reveals her secrets," Amy whispered to him and she felt his hand under her chin as he ran his thumb over it.

"You'd better do it quick," Ray told her, "I am very impatient."

"Oh I know," Amy lightly giggled at his response, "but good things come for those who wait." She gently released his collar and leaned against the sink once more, "and from the years that you have been waiting, this will definitely be a good thing."

Ray's eyes raked over as he looked at her up and down. "Yeah...they will and knowing what'll happen with Harry, it'll be even better."

"I want to see it," Amy said, "he'd bought me my downfall and want to see him face his."

A merciless smile formed upon Ray's lips when she said that. "I'd make sure you have a front row seat," he said to her, "next to me when I'm the one to do it." He took a hold of her chin and Amy felt it being gently pulled towards his. The closer their faces got with one another, Amy suddenly turned her head to the side where Ray got a perfect view of her neck. He didn't utter any complaints but gently placed his lips upon her neck.

Amy gently closed her eyes and placed a hand on his back. As Ray was distracted with his desire, Amy made her way towards his belt and quickly pulled the gun away from him and pushed him off her. Ray stumbled backwards and looked as she held his gun in front of his face. Amy tried her best not to keep her hands from shaking but it was difficult when she was frightened and holding such a heavy object in her hands, let alone an object that she didn't know how to use.

"What are you doing?" Ray calmly asked her, which was something that Amy didn't expect.

"Get out of here!" Amy yelled at him, "I swear get out of here or I'll shoot you right on the spot."

A scoff escaped Ray's lips as he looked at her. "Yeah?" he asked her, "go ahead and pull the trigger."

Amy's hands shook and tried to think how they did it in the movies. Her fingers fumbled with the hammer of the weapon and she pulled the trigger. However, there was no bullet that came out. She tried again and only got the same result.

A light laugh came out of Ray. "You'd think I'd come in here with a loaded gun?" he asked her, "you think I'm that stupid?!" he yelled as he pushed her arm away from his vision and brutally slapped her across the face.

Amy crashed to the floor and a surge of pain came upon her assaulted cheek. She heard Ray's shoe making contact with the gun and watched it slide against the floor as he picked her up from the floor and flung her against the wall. "You little teaser," he spat as his grip tightened around her neck, "you'd think I'd fall for that, huh?!"

Amy hands fumbled behind her, trying to find whatever object she could. She tried to grab the teacup but it tipped over and fell on the floor.

"Don't even think about it you little-ahhh!" Ray screamed as Amy took the tea kettle off the stove and threw the hot water onto Ray's face. He let got of her, twisted away from her, and ran his hands over his eyes. Amy ran over to him and threw the remaining hot water causing him to yell from the heat of the water. Amy panted for breath as she watched Ray scream in agony and throw various obscene words at her. "I can't see, I can't see damn you!" he yelled.

Perfect Amy thought as she ran over to the gun that was on the floor. Grabbing a tight hold of the weapon, she help tightly onto the slide of the weapon and hit Ray on the back of the head with the handle. A thump was heard and Amy watched as Ray stopped screaming and plummeted to the ground. When he fell, Amy noticed a couple of small objects rolling out of his pocket. She didn't study what they were but took them in her hands and headed out of the kitchen. She didn't know whether he was dead or not but she knew that she was on limited time.

Amy ran to the closet and grabbed hold of the police outfit that Harry had asked for and threw both the gun and the objects inside. She ran out of her bedroom and looked over at the kitchen floor once more where Ray's body lied. She could see this back slowly rising as he breathed but he was unconscious from what she had done to him...and yet she couldn't believe that she had done it.

One last look at the man in the kitchen, Amy quickly opened the door and ran out of the apartment building as quickly as her legs could carry her. It was only a matter of time when they find out about her whereabouts.

All she needed was just more time to get herself out of this state.