Author's Note: You lucky people! I have another chapter for you!

Warning: this contains child abuse and (depending on how some ppl look at it) gorey details. Not very gorey but to some it might be...unsettling? just wanted to put a warning up just in case. oh and also, there is 2 curses in here. not bad ones, but i just wanted to put that up in case you didnt like cursing.


Amber's POV
I walked into the house humming a song and feeling extremely happy. I know the kiss was just a small peck but to me it meant so much more! My happy mood was soon ruined by the image of my father standing in the entranceway to the kitchen. He was holding a knife in his hand and I was a little nervous. I hoped he wasn't drunk because my drunk father with a knife in his hand didn't go to well together.

"Ummm, hey dad." I said nervously, hoping that if I acted like everything was fine he would leave me alone.

"Don't you hey dad meyou little bitch!" he screamed. Uh, oh. Now would be a good time to run my brain told me. You know what the funny thing was? I didn't run.

"I am going up to my room. good night dad" I stupidly said.

"Oh no you don't!" my dad said walking over to me and pulling me by the hair back into the kitchen.

"Where were you!" oh god, not this again! Its like a bad case of deja vu.

"I was at the movies. Didn't you read my note?" I said in a kind of snotty voice. I didn't purposely say it like that but I just wanted to get out of the kitchen as fast as possible.

"Did I tell you that you could go to the movies! Did I ever give you permission to leave this house! What would have happened if the house caught on fire! The whole thing would have burned down all because you weren't here to call for help!" he said.

Our house catching fire? Where did he come up with that? "Umm, dad, don't you think your overreacting?"

Instead of getting an answer I felt my fathers fist connect with my face. Once again I fell to the floor. No! How could this be happening again! I tried to get up but had no luck for my father threw another punch at me and I fell back down. My father was a very powerful hitter and I knew that I didn't really stand a chance against him so I just sat there and let him kick and punch me and yell things at me.

"You" kick "are" punch "exactly" kick "Like your good for nothing" more kicks and punches "mother!" "I am glad that she is gone!"

As he said those words the anger inside me rose. He had no right to talk about my mother like that. So me, being the stupid person that I am, got up and smack him hard across the face. My father was in shock for a minute and I figured that now would be a good chance to run. Unfortunately the shock wore off a little too soon and my father ran up to me and grabbed me around the waist and throwing me against the wall. He raised his hand up and it was then that I realized that he still had the knife in his hand. I watched as the cold metal of the blade glinted as the light hit it. I knew what was coming next. My father swung the blade at me and I moved out of the way but unfortunatley not fast enough. The blade came in contact with my arm, breaking the skin that was already bruised, leaving a long deep gash. I fell to the ground and looked at my arm to see warm red blood furiously pouring out of the cut and dripping down my arm. I have to get out of here I thought. He'll kill me if I don't. And that was total truth. I knew that if he really did want to, my father would kill me. I didn't have towait longto be proved wrong because the next thing I knew, my father had swung the knife againattempting to land the blade in my stomach. He narrowly missed but not without leaving a long cut across my stomach. It wasn't as deep as the one in my arm but it did start to bleed. He took this as an advantage and his fist once again connected with my face, making my head smack against the cold, hard, wooden floor. I furiously scrambled to get to the door but it was kind of hard because the hit to my head left me with stars in front of my eyes. I couldn't see to well and a black haze was forming in front of my eyes but I refused to stop running.

I refused to give into the darkness.

My father sat there laughing at my weak attempt to get away but what he didn't notice was that I was only about 10ft from the door, just close enough to jump and grab onto the handle.I sprinted over to it and turned the doorknob.

I ran out the door and down the block listening to my father screaming at me. " I hope you get killed you lazy good for nothing bitch." How could he say all those horrible things to me? His own daughter? Those questions ran through my head but I had no time to think about stuff like that . I was bleeding real bad and I was real dizzy. I needed to find somewhere to go.

All of a sudden something that Johnny said popped into my head "You can go to the Curtis's if you ever need a place to stay. They will house anyone."

With Johnny's words in mind I ran with all the strength I had to the Curtis's. I was relieved when I reached the short metal gate surrounding their house about 5 minutes later. I threw open the gate and ran to the door. My whole body was in pain and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I knocked on the door and prayed that someone would answer.

About a minute later I saw the blurry face of Soda, Pony's older brother. I couldn't see to well and had absolutely no strength left.

"Oh my god! Amber what happened." I heard him say worriedly as the happy-go-lucky grin he had just been waering faded off his face.

And with all the strength I had left I said "Help me". Then I fainted, right there on the Curtis's doorstep.


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hugs nd kisses
Sara