Greg's POV
I could hear her from three rooms away. She tried to sob quietly, but I guess that wasn't possible 'cause…well… she's sobbing. I couldn't take it. I got out of bed (don't worry, I've gotten better) and headed to her room. I opened the door and saw her on her purple bed, crying into a pillow. I sat on her bed and rubbed her back.
"Greg, please, I-I want to be alone" She sobbed.
"No. Amber, you're my little sister and I won't let you sit here and cry until your tear ducts give out" I said. I lifted her head and I saw her eyes were very red and her mascara was running. She usually didn't wear mascara so I wondered why she was wearing it now.
"Why are you wearing mascara?" I asked.
"It was our one year anniversary, me and Bryce. I-I wanted to get dressed up for him" She replied. I held out my arms for a hug. She came in and hugged me tightly. She started crying into my chest. We sat there for about 30 minutes until my mom came in and shooed me out. I looked down at my soaked shirt, then at my clock. 12:26. I ran into my closet and changed into a clean shirt and ran downstairs to talk to Rodrick.
"I need a ride" I said. He looked at me and laughed.
"Where?" He asked. I sighed and explained what happened to Amber. He looked up at me coldly.
"What are you planning to do?" Rodrick asked. I smiled.
"To give Bryce Anderson what he deserves" I said. Rodrick smiled and hopped off of the couch.
"I'm in. No one hurts my baby sister" He said. I started to tell him my plan.