Amanda's Revenge: Chapter Three
A/N: I am so sorry for my mistake in adding chapter two thinking it was chapter three. At the time, I hadn't even wrote chapter three yet, so so sorry.
Reid tried and tried to wake himself, but it didn't work. Amanda, that horrid person, was back for him to pay, for what, he'd rather not say.
"You remember what you did to Adam? It's people like you who made me do what I did to protect Adam." Reid remembered what he 'did' unwillingly.
"I'm waiting for you to make the right choice." Reid said slowly in a demanding way.
"Then you'll be waiting for a very long time then." Amanda said in a horse voice.
"No... if you don't do what's right, Adam will never get to see me again. Remember how he bonded with me like I was his brother? You're not giving him choices." Amanda snapped her head down in a manner only Adam would. Reid smiled.
"What's going on? Where am I?" Reid was happy. He successfully got Adam back, but it seemed too easy.
"You're back!" Adam still had the confused look on his face.
"Where did I go?" Reid didn't want to tell him right away.
"I'll tell you later."
"NO! You will not re-expose him to what happens every day. I will not let you do that." Amanda was back. Reid had a tear on his face.
Reid shook his head. "I didn't do anything. He came back..."
"And you were going to expose him to the abuse in life. Do you think that would've protected him. Now, you will pay for almost hurting him!" Amanda pulled the trigger. A bullet hit him in the chest and Reid fell. He was on the floor shaking.
"Reid... Reid!" Hotch was shaking him.
"What? What happened? Where's Amanda?" Reid asked almost inaudibly.
"It was just a nightmare. You were screaming and you wouldn't wake up when I tried to calm you down. What happened?" Hotch asked softly.
"Amanda said that I'll pay for what I did to Adam... she shot me in the chest. It felt real, it sounded real... I just... I'm scared." Reid said as if a little kid would. Hotch could see Jack when Reid spoke like that.
"None of it was real, okay." Hotch reassured him. "That will never happen. Amanda's in a mental institution."
"But the nightmares... they keep coming back. I don't want them to, but they always do." Reid had tears in his eyes. "What about seeing them?" Reid asked in a scared tone.
"It's a form of PTSD, but you'd know that. They'll go away soon... I hope." Hotch mumbled, too faint for Reid to hear.
"I'm just being paranoid, aren't I?" Hotch nodded with a smile.
"I really don't know what's going on with you seeing them. I don't want to consider the possibility of..." Hotch knew he shouldn't bring it up, but Spencer's smart. He already knew. He was already thinking that.
"Schizophrenia. I know. I don't show all the signs of it, though. Maybe... maybe I just need to see a doctor, or something. I'll see one tomorrow." Reid stated simply; giving one last weak smile.
"You do that. I'm going to leave and let you sleep." Reid looked down in an ashamed manner. He didn't make eye-contact and Hotch immediately knew what was wrong. "Do you want me to stay here with you tonight?" Reid blushed, but nodded.
"Don't be embarrassed. Everyone gets every now and then." Reid nodded. "I'll take the couch. Go get some sleep. I'm gonna be up early, and if you're not up, I'll get water if I have to." Hotch smiled and, in return, got a tired smile.
They both went to sleep, well, Hotch did. Reid, on the other hand, was restless. He couldn't catch a drift of drowsiness had it put his life on the line. Tossing and turning all night, Reid finally decided he'd just get up and make some coffee.
Careful, to not disturb the guest, Reid tiptoed to the kitchen and stealthily started the coffee pot for it to start brewing its strong contents. Hotch started to turn, but, to Reid's luck, he fell into a position that took him off to sleep again. Once the coffee passed its course through the filter, which would give the steaming water its flavor, there was a loud noise. Reid forgot, making coffee machines make loud noises when they're brewing the coffee.
Hotch rose and rubbed his eyes, fighting the challenge to focus them. He looked at the clock and gave a look at Reid.
"Reid, did you know it's only 4:00?" Reid nodded. "And didn't I tell you to go to bed only a couple of hours ago?" Reid nodded once again. "Bed... you need to sleep. I can tell you haven't gotten any sleep in the past week...
"But I'm not tired, Hotch. I don't want to go to bed." Reid said in a whiny voice that reminded Hotch of Jack. Hotch gave Spencer a warning look. "Please don't make me." Reid whispered. Hotch pointed to Reid's room, and in return, got Reid to move toward his room in a poutful slouch.
"Goodnight." Hotch teased. Reid slammed his door. Hotch shook his head laughing at Spencer's attitude.
Once again, they both went to sleep. This time, with more luck. Eventually, Reid fell into a restless sleep.
"No... you don't have to do this, you know that. You don't have to hurt me... or Adam... or Amanda. Please don't hurt them." Reid pleaded.
"I have to. She hurt him. She's trying to hurt you. You're trying to hurt Adam. It's a cycle that I have to stop and God is on my side. They have committed a sin and must confess their sins so that the Lord may sentence them." Raphael began. Reid shook his head as the revolver's trigger was pulled.
A/N: Yes, I know. Another same ending, but I promise you this, this is just a prologue to what the story's going to be. Please tell me what you think. And again, I'm sorry for the death of one of my readers. Head exploded from a non-update. I was just deleting the third chapter cause it was a copy of the second. *Embarrassed* I have done that many times before. When am I going to learn?
