Heaven Help Us
(All Amber's POV)

I sighed as I slipped on the black dress. I smiled as a memory over took my current thoughts.

(Flashback)
He held my hand as he led me through the streets. The sun was shining, there was a cool breeze carrying the perfume of different flowers. This day was perfect, unlike us. "You know I hate surprises, Warren" I whined, leaning into him.

He leaned down and kissed my temple. "Everyone is going out tonight" he smirked. "You need something that'll make you stand out" he teased. "So you think I'm... Normal" I retorted with fake hurt in my tone. He rolled his eyes at me "anything but" he muttered.

He stopped me in front of a clear glass door. He opened the door and made a sweeping motion towards the door with his arm. "After you Madame" he said with a tint of an accent. "And they say chivalry is dead" I mocked walking through the door.

(End of Flashback)
I sat in front of the mirror. I finished applying my make-up and reached for the canister on the dresser. I applied a thin coat of hairspray and checked my appearance once more.

I made my way over to the duffle bag lying on my bed. Warren would have thought of this. But something in the bag surprised me. A gun. He hated them. I'm not totally sure why... But I've made the mistake of asking.

(Flashback)
"Why do look so uncomfortable around guns" I asked casually. We were the last ones downstairs after the movie finished. I took notice of him during it. I hadn't figured him out yet. He shifted uncomfortably every time there was a shooting scene.

He looked at me, as if begging me to say 'never mind' or another excuse to avoid it. But I didn't, I wanted to know.

"Drop it" he mumbled starting to stand. "I just want to know" I said defensively. He huffed and stared at me. "You don't have to know everything about everyone. Stop trying to read me" he hissed.

"Don't jump on me! I was just curious" I shot back, getting frustrated. He scoffed "Want to see me jump on you? Curiosity killed the cat" he tested.

"You don't have to shut me out" I objected, turning away from him. Standing up to go upstairs. Truth is I don't want to figure him out... I want to get to know him. And this is getting me nowhere.

He grabbed my arm, digging his fingers into it. "Don't walk away from me" he growled. Pulling me to him. We were almost face to face, but he towered over me. I could feel his body heat spike. Something's off.

"I'm done talking to you" I bit back, prying his fingers off. I noticed the bruises starting to peak through the top layer of skin. I looked into his eyes. They were cold, menacing and they started to scare me.

"Then let's stop talking" he said, venom slipping from his tongue. I didn't have time to brace myself. I was thrown on the couch. He drew the knife from his back pocket. Pinning me down. "Can you do THIS with a gun" he asked, a slight chuckle joining the sick words hitting my face. My eyes stung with unshed tears. "You're scaring me! Get off, please stop." I begged as I turned away from him. Trying to push him off.

I closed eyes, hoping he'd acknowledge my fear. See he'd made his point, and leave me there. "Look at me!" he roared. The tears rolled from my eyes as I did. He looked me right in the eyes as he laid the tip of the blade on my neck. I trembled beneath him "Please Warren, don't..."

Hey mom, hey dad, I might get to see you soon. I hope you still love me.

The blade stung as it tore my skin away from itself like a zipper. I was too numb to do anything. My mind went blank, taking me from horrid scene that was actually happening.

I wonder what Jason's doing. Is he getting ready for bed? Maybe he's reading a book. He might not like to admit it, but he's loves to read. I at least love it when he reads to me. I know deep down he wants me to be happy.

"What the Hell are you doing?" a voice screams. I'm traveling in and out of reality. But I see a figure move swiftly through the room.

I wonder how mom and dad met. They never did tell me.

I feel weight being taken off me. But I'm still in pain.

Maybe Dad proposed to Mom in a really sweet romantic way. Or maybe in a really unique way.

"Hang in there. Don't leave me" a shaky voice pleads. I can feel pressure being placed on my neck. I don't dare speak. I can't.

What is death like?

There's a bunch of lights and white coats. They're saying things I can't understand. I feel something on my hand, and I notice it's someone else's. Jason. Then we pass through another set of doors and his hands leaves mine. I'm alone.

(End of Flashback)
I strap the buckle to the inside of my leg. Then I struggle to fit the gun in because I can't see clearly. I feel the tears slide down my neck as the painful memories flood in.

I realize how broken I am.

I realize how worthless I've become.

I brush the water away carefully and fasten the gun in. Moving the black fabric down to hide the weapon from view.

I'm no knight in shining armor. But that doesn't mean I can't save the princess.

! I'm going to give you guys a couple shorter chapters until… *drum roll please* THE FINAL CHAPTER! Either way… I know how much you guys enjoy (I hope) flashbacks so I'll make sure to have some in each chapter. Just to avoid confusion it's all happening at the same time just what everyone's doing. Oh and one more thing… I want to give a shout out to WaitCait705 since she's been reviewing for every chapter. So wanna gimme some reviews?

Until next time my lovelies :]