'Cause cruelty

Wins in the movies

I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches

I almost said to you

A few days passed since the whole horror incident that had happened in Avonlea. The Cuthberts were horrified with guilt, feeling like it had been their responsibility for letting those two men stay at their home. But most of the town didn't really blame them. Who was to know? And alas, two kids had been caught in the whirlwind, both of them left unconscious, one left with trauma for as long as she'd live.

Amelia had been told to be in bed rest for a couple of days, which she had reluctantly. The moment that the doctor had told her she seemed to be fine physically, Amelia had jumped out of her bed and darted to Anne's house Green Gables, to see if Jerry was alright. Big dark purple bruises were marked around her neck, as she subconsciously touched them softly with her fingertips, a frown sketched on her face.

Amelia stood in the Cuthberts field with Jerry, as she stroked the black horse as her mind swam in thousands of different thoughts. She had rewritten Gilbert's letter and had her father send it to Trinidad ( Amelia had been very impressed by that ). She had made it clear that there was no gold in Avonlea, and explained the whole ordeal, just swiftly mentioning they had tried to choke her to death, but not going in to deep into details, as Amelia could only spill tears by just thinking about it.

Anne slowly ran towards where Jerry and Amelia silently worked, and leaned against the fence. She squinted against the wind, as both teenagers made their way closer to the redhead. "Matthew said you both tried to stop them." Anne's gaze lingered on Amelia's bruises, and felt guilty she wasn't there for her. Amelia noticed that and looked away, uncomfortable under her friend's gaze. "And all this time...I never realised who they were. And then all of a sudden, I-I did." Jerry frowned, as Amelia shook her head.

"Don't blame yourself. It's thanks to you that the men managed to capture one of them." Anne looked between the two, her eyes shining. "It was every brave of you two." Anne pulled Jerry and Amelia in a hug. Before either of them could return the hug, the redhead pulled away, smiling sheepishly before darting away back to the house, as Amelia and Jerry followed her with their gaze confused. They looked at each other and laughed, and Amelia forgot everything.

"I'll never understand Anne." Chuckled Jerry, his French accent pulling through. Amelia nodded and laughed, as she completely agreed.

But she wouldn't have it any other way.

The next morning, Amelia sat in the kitchen table as she ate her toast, her eyes skimming across the contents of her book. Her father entered the kitchen and took his vest off, a stack of letters in his hand he had found on his porch. His boots bounded across the floor as he took a seat across from his daughter, taking a big swig of his cup of tea. He took a glance at his daughter, and admired how concentrated she looked.

She looked just like her mother.

The way she pinched her eyebrows together when she was in deep thought. How she bit her lip to stop from saying something she would regret later. How she grinned when she thought of something mischievous. How her eyes widened when she overheard conversations from others and found out stuff accidentally. How she clenched her fists when she was angry to stop her rage. How she pulled on her hair and bit her nails when she was worried, or nervous. How she bounced when she was filled with joy.

But she had his eyes. His bright baby blue eyes.

Frank Covey looked away from his daughter and swiped across the contents of the first few letters. Most of them were bills, or his friend Barry from Charlottetown, asking for money again. Frank rolled his eyes and chucked the letter to the side, realising Barry's pattern, and how he only wrote to the Covey's asking for money. And then he froze as he recognised the handwriting of the next letter.

It was addressed towards Amelia Covey, and the messy handwriting was hard to understand, never mind read. But Frank and Amelia could do that perfectly well. Frank glanced at his daughter, who was too busy half chewing her toast as she read her book, and looked back to the letter. He had been aware of Amelia writing to him, and him answering back, but Amelia hadn't mentioned any of this to him. Not that she had too.

But Frank was curious. A voice in the back of his head told him that Amelia might have been planning on running away, or moving away, but he pushed that thought to the back of his mind. He contemplated, but decided it wasn't any of his business. He didn't want Amelia to get angry.

He tossed the letter on Amelia's plate, as she looked up surprised, and looked down at the letter intrigued, as she realised who it was. She smiled softly, and pushed the chair back, pressing a kiss on her father's forehead before dashing upstairs, probably ready to write back an answer as soon as she read it. And Frank was glad he hadn't meddled.

Amelia jumped onto her bed, a grin sat on her face as she ripped the letter open, her eyes reading quickly over the letter twice, as she opened her mouth in shock.

Darling sister'

It's wonderful to hear from you again. Letters can take a long time, from Canada to Scotland, so don't be surprised if they take a while. I haven't forgotten about you.

I'm sorry to hear about the no gold in Avonlea. You seemed quite excited about that. But better late than sorry. It could've been worse. I'm also glad about your fast recovery. Have you still got those bruises? I bet they make you look all tough and like a street fighter. You were always the cool younger sister.

I've also got wonderful news! Or at least I think so.

I got a really good job as a teacher that pays really well, and I think I might be able to visit you and father soon. In a couple of months.

Isn't that great? I'm looking forwards to that. Not a lot happening here in Scotland. It sounds like there's more drama over there where you are.

Hear from you soon,

Your loving brother,

Isaac

Amelia darted towards her desk and picked up a cleanish piece of paper, her ink and pen, and immediately starting to write her response, a bright smile on her face as she filled her brother in, and told him he could stay as long as he wanted to, and that she was over the moon.

She stuck her finished letter into an envelope and stuck a stamp on the corner, and wrote the address, before running out of the house to go and post it.

It's just what she needed. Her brother by her side.

Gilbert sat on is hammock, looking over the envelope they had just given him. He analysed the handwriting, recognising it almost straight away. Amelia. He was very surprised to see she had actually written to him. He had been gone for months and he hadn't heard a word from her. It was partly his fault, too. He hadn't written to her either. But he thought she didn't want to hear anything from him.

A smile pulled his lips, as he opened it carefully, and took the letter out, tossing the envelope aside as he opened the few pages she had written. Bash, who had been lurking behind staring curiously, picked up the envelope and looked at the address and stamp. He grinned wolfishly as Gilbert snatched the envelope form him. "Fancy." Bash teased, moving away as he stood in front of him. "So, what it say?"

Gilbert scanned the words, his mind slowly processing the words that had been quickly written, some ink smudged on the sides. His stomach clenched in horror as he finished it, looking slowly up to face Bash. "Some men pretended there was gold in Avonlea...and attacked Amelia."

"They nearly choked her to death."