Miley Stewart woke Monday morning with excitement of going back to school. She was excited about seeing her friends and catching up on the latest gossip, Lilly was not a gossiper so she could not fill Miley in on what was going on at the school and Miley was excited to find out who was dating who and who broke up with who. She was also excited to see Amber again; to her shame. Miley called Lilly before she took a shower to see how her best friend was feeling and Lilly's mom told her the Lilly must have caught a bug but was feeling better. She said Lilly was tired and going to stay out of school for the day and Miley would not have to pick her up. Miley told Ms. Truscott she would call her at lunch to check up on her daughter. She hung the phone up and felt a wave of guilt wash over her as briefly thought of how nice it would be to talk and maybe even flirt with Amber while Lilly was not around. Miley slapped herself on the forehead for thinking something like that and was determined to get over the lust and small crush she had on the strange attractive Goth girl. Just avoid her today…that should be easy since Lilly is not going to school, Miley thought as she curled her hair.
Miley was placing her books in her locker when she heard a soft voice calling her name. Miley turned and saw Amber walking to her. The brown haired girl groaned as she saw Amber and how she was dressed. Amber was wearing a pleaded black leather skirt that flared out at the hem and came just above her knees. Her top was an ivory colored bodice with wide shoulder straps and on her feet were short black boots. Miley thought she looked very sexy and that thought bothered her but a smile escaped her lips involuntarily as Amber walked to her.
"Hey, Miley…umm…have you heard from Lilly today? She normally waits for me out front." Amber asked shyly as she looked at her feet.
"Yeah, she stayed home today. She got sick last night…nothing serious," Miley added as she saw the look of concern on Amber's face, "she just caught a bug and is feeling better today…just tired."
Amber frowned, "Damn I hate not having a cell." She said softly and then looked at Miley, "I'll call her at lunch…I needed a ride home today after school. I don't have to work today and my uncle is working late. I'll catch the bus I guess." Amber said with a smile and opened a locker next to Miley's.
Fucking great! Her locker is next to mine! My luck sucks! Miley thought as she pulled her books for her first two classes out of her locker and then turned to Amber. "Amber, I can give you a ride home if you want." Mistake Miles…big mistake!
"Oh I can't impose on you. It's ok…I'll take the bus." Amber said with a smile.
"No. I won't hear of it. I'll give you a ride." Shit…why…why…I could have let it go…you are so stupid Miley! Miley smiled at Amber and the Goth girl smiled back.
Miley told Amber she would see her later and walked quickly to class. All morning her thoughts drifted to Amber and she even fantasized about having sex with the girl in her car while she gave her a ride home. Miley cursed herself and felt deep shame in having such thoughts about her best friend's girlfriend. She knew would never act on them and also knew Amber did not look at her that way. Or hoped it was true; Miley did not know what she would truly do if Amber came on to her. She hoped she would resist and push the girl away, but it had been a long time since she had sex…a very long time…and she lusted after the Goth girl badly. But just having the thoughts filled her with guilt. Miley called Lilly at lunch and the girl was still in bed and groggily told Miley she was fine and Amber had called her as well. Lilly told both girls she would be back at school tomorrow. Miley was sitting in the cafeteria with Oliver laughing when she looked up and saw Amber was sitting alone playing with her food and writing in a notebook. Miley thought the girl looked so adorable in her stylish black framed glasses. Miley assumed it was the journal that Lilly told her about and felt a rush of pity for the Goth girl and decided to invite her to join them.
"Amber, you don't have to eat alone…come on and join me and Oliver." Miley said as she looked down at the girl, who quickly closed her journal and smiled.
"Are you sure? I hate to impose…but well…I kind of got used to not eating alone and it would be nice."
Miley chuckled and took Amber's tray, "Come on girl, you are dating Lilly and her and I are best friends and this would be a good chance to get to know you better."
Amber smiled shyly, "Ok…thanks, Miley, you are very sweet."
Miley giggled, "Come on, silly." Miley walked back to her table carrying Amber's tray with Amber following behind her. As she got to talk to Amber she liked the girl more and more and felt her attraction grow for the sad Goth girl who would open up every once in a while and talk about her life in Seattle. Miley found Amber had a good sense of humor and was very charming and even somewhat flirtatious. Miley like when Amber flirted with her and Oliver. Amber asked the two more about Lilly and Miley and Oliver told her stories about how the three got themselves in humorous predicaments in the past and Amber would giggle at their antics. Every once in a while Amber would touch Miley's arm or hand and both girls would jerk back as if struck by lightening and give each other curious glances and Amber would smile shyly and hurriedly look away. Miley felt a mixture of excitement and guilt from those looks and thought she knew what they meant…she just hoped she was wrong. After lunch Miley went to her other classes and even found she had gym and math with Amber. She noticed during gym, Amber did not dress out and took a zero for the class and sat on the bleachers writing in her journal. In Math class, Miley had to sit behind Amber (it was the only empty seat) and she could pick up the wonderful scent of the girl's shampoo and light fragrance of her perfume. The smell was driving Miley crazy with desire. She always hated math and thought the class was boring so her mind wondered to very dirty thoughts of Amber and the things she wanted to Goth girl to do to her. Miley felt herself getting wet between her thighs and mentally cursed she needed to get laid. Then the secret pop star noticed something strange when the teacher gave them a pop quiz. Amber spent her time writing in the journal and ignoring the teacher and when handed the quiz, the Goth girl placed her name on it and set it to the side. Amber then pulled out a blank paper and answered all the math problems and then crumpled paper up to be thrown away later. When the teacher told them time was up, Amber handed in a black quiz. Miley wandered if the girl just did not know the answers or knew them and just took a zero on purpose. She was going to ask Amber about it on the way home; if the girl was good at math Miley could use a tutor. Miley hated math and needed to get her grades up if she was going to go to college, something she had not decided on yet. Hannah Montana had a four month European Tour in June and her dad was pushing college for winter quarter. She was told by her advisors she needed to get her math grade up to make her chances better to get in the University Of Tennessee, where her dad wanted her to go. Miley secretly hoped Amber was good at math since she could spend time close to the girl and then felt that recently familiar wave of guilt hit her at the thought of crushing terribly on Lilly's girlfriend.
As Miley drove Amber home after school her sexual arousal increased due to the closeness of being next to the girl in her small sports car. She could smell Amber's soft scent of her perfume and it was making her nuts. They made small talk and Miley even picked up on the small flirtatious comments of the Goth girl and wondered if she even knew she was doing it. Amber flirted in such a charming and lady like manner it seemed so natural for the petite brunette as if it was normal conversation. Miley decided it was just Amber's way and thought she did not mean anything by it and decided to direct the conversation to something safe.
"Amber, umm…in math class I noticed you did not even try to work the problems on the quiz but wrote the answers down on another piece of paper. Can I ask why? I mean…if you knew them why didn't you answer them on the quiz?"
Amber smiled as she looked at Miley and Miley thought the smile was very seductive without meaning to be, "Well…yeah I knew them. I…well…I am pretty good at math and I like problems and puzzles and like to figure them out. But…well…I don't care much about my grades anymore so…God, Miley, I don't know…it is not important to me anymore." Amber finished with a sad smile.
"Cam I ask you something? A favor?"
"Sure…I feel I owe you for the Hannah Montana things…what is the favor?"
"I need help in math and if you are good in math maybe you can help me. You know…tutor me a few times a week. Can you?"
Amber bit her lower lip, "I could…I used to help someone I knew in Seattle in math…but…I don't know when I could. I mean I don't have much free time after school with work and having to be home and all…maybe I could think of something."
"Great…think about it. I would be very grateful and would owe you big time. Anything you wanted to pay you back." Miley said excitedly.
Amber giggled, "Why, Miley…anything leaves a world of possibilities and a lot of options open. I think we could work something out."
Miley blushed and looked at Amber grinning at her, "Well…I did…ummm…stop! Stop teasing me!" Miley laughed as she saw Amber's grin get wider.
"Seriously, Miley, you don't owe me anything. I owe you for being kind to me and for what you did for Natalie." Amber grabbed Miley's hand and she felt both the urge to pull away or to let Amber hold her hand. She opted to let Amber hold her hand. "I cannot thank you enough for what you did for her. It made her very happy and all she talked about last night was Hannah this and Hannah that. She talked so much about her I feel like I know her."
Miley laughed and felt a little disappointed Amber let go of her hand and pointed to a street she had to turn down. They soon arrived at Amber's home and Miley was surprised at the size of the house and the neighborhood. She expected Amber to live in a rundown home in a bad neighborhood. From what Lilly told her of the abuse she suffered, Miley thought Amber's uncle and aunt were very poor. The large home shocked her.
"Amber, what does your uncle do…his job?" Miley said as she pulled into the driveway.
"He's a plastic surgeon…well thanks for the ride, Miley, and I will think of something on the math tutoring." Amber leaned over and kissed Miley's cheek, "And thank you again for the gift for Natalie…I am very grateful." Miley watched Amber walk into the house and admired the girl's small but shapely butt. Fuck…fuck…fuck! What are you doing Miley Stewart! What the fuck are you doing! She is Lilly's girlfriend! Miley thought as she drove home and inhaled deeply to smell the lingering scent of Amber's perfume. Miley parked her car in the garage, ran to her room, locked her door, stripped her clothes, and brought herself to orgasm thinking of Amber. When she was done she rolled to her side and cried with guilt of having such lust for Lilly's girlfriend. Miley got up in time for dinner and ate very little and even avoided a call from Lilly. She was feeling too guilty to eat or talk to her friend.
Amber walked up to the front entrance of the house and smiled as she thought of her flirting with Miley and the looks Miley kept giving her all day. She knew the tall girl wanted her but she would take her time. Amber knew it would take time since Miley was Lilly's best friend and the girl would not just jump into bed with her. Amber felt guilt flirting with Lilly's best friend but the voices told her it was something she had to go to keep Lilly and not let Miley steal her girlfriend away and Amber was in love with Lilly and did not want to lose her like she lost Samantha. Samantha's voice was the strongest when it told her to seduce Miley to keep Lilly and Amber knew Samantha knew what she was talking about. Samantha told her if she would have done the same to Carly then she never would have left her and never would have been in that store near Carly's house and never would have died. Yes Amber felt guilty about what she was doing since she loved Lilly, but she also knew Samantha knew better than she did. Amber sighed as she opened the door and quietly walked in the home.
Amber heard the woman in the kitchen doing something and making noise, which surprised Amber. Normally the woman would never be in the kitchen except to fix her a drink since she made Amber do all the cooking. Amber frowned and remembered she used to love to cook and is very good at it, but now she hated cooking for those people. She thought about how many times she wanted to make a horrid tasting dinner on purpose, but she also cooked for Natalie and did not want the small girl to go to bed hungry because of her cooking. The poor child went to bed on an empty stomach too many times for other reasons and Amber was not going to be the cause of even one night of that. Amber paused and listened to make sure she did not hear Natalie in the kitchen as well getting punished for a minor offense or a made up on and took a deep breath in relief the woman was alone making the noise. The man was at work and would not be home until late. His practice started picking up since he signed a contract with a new HMO. Amber made her way up the stairs to check on Natalie and change clothes before she started her nightly chores of ironing and cooking; she stopped when she noticed the yellow sundress was lying on the steps. Fear rushed through her body and she picked the dress up and walked quickly to Natalie's room to see if the girl was harmed. Amber paused by the door and listened as she did every night when she came home. She made it a habit to listen at the door to see if she heard crying. Sometimes she would go in the room and sometimes she would listen and be satisfied Natalie was alright and go to her room. This late afternoon she heard music and smiled. Natalie always listened to Hannah Montana when she was not hurt. Amber knocked and walked in the room to see the girl on her bed lying on her side facing away from her.
"Little peep, you should not just leave your dresses on the floor. You should hang them like I showed you yesterday so they won't get wrinkled." Amber said as she turned the music down.
Natalie looked over her shoulder, "Don't care. I don't want to wear them anyway." The girl said in a pouting voice.
Amber hung the dress in the closet and sat on the edge of the bed and Natalie moved to put her head in Amber's lap. Amber brushed the girl's long blonde hair behind her ears. "Why, baby, you look so beautiful in them."
"Mommy does not think so…she said I looked like a whore in them." Natalie looked up at Amber, "Ams, what's a whore?"
Amber sighed, "Well it is something you should never call anyone but it means…well…a bad girl. A girl that has a lot of boyfriends and a very bad thing to call someone and I never want you to say that word."
Natalie gave her a look of understanding, "Oh…a girl who kisses a lot of boys and even…has sex with them?" She whispered the last part.
Amber frowned, "And what do you know of sex, baby?"
Natalie shrugged, "Not much…kids at school talk about it…older kids…and one boy in the seventh grade told me he wanted to have sex with me…he scared me. Is…is that what daddy does with you?"
Amber sighed, "Yeah, baby, it is…but that is our secret…never tell anyone, ok. So tell me why your mom did not like the dress."
Natalie shrugged again, "She just said you were making me a whore like you and told me not to wear them. I don't know why she calls you a whore. You never even talk to boys. At the beach so many boys tried to talk to you and Lilly and Miley and you did not kiss them or even talk to them. You're not a whore are you, Amber?"
Amber turned her head and looked at the blank wall, "I…I used not be…but yes, Little Peep, I think I am now…I don't want to be, but I am." Amber looked back down at Natalie and smiled, "But you are not and you never will be. And those dresses were beautiful and you did not look like a whore. You looked so lovely in them."
Natalie smiled, "I'm glad you think so, Ams…and I don't think you are a whore…you are a lady. I…" Natalie was interrupted by a shout from her mother.
"Amber, get your skinny ass down here right now…too the kitchen! We need to talk about how you dress my daughter!" The cruel voice shouted.
Natalie began to cry as Amber stood up. Amber gave Natalie the head phones for her CD player, "Little Peep, you put these on and turn the music up so you cannot hear anything but the music. Keep listening to the CD's until I come back in hear…promise me." Natalie nodded and put the head phones over her ears and turned her player's volume up. Amber kissed her forehead and walked to the door. She turned and gave Natalie a wink and the girl smiled sadly at her. Both knew Amber was going to get punished painfully.
Amber walked to the kitchen and saw the woman over the stove. The first thing she did was look to see if there was a pot of water on the stove and sighed in relief there wasn't. The burn on her hand was healing nicely but she remembered the pain and thought it was the worse pain she ever experienced. She did notice one of the gas burners was on and flaming but no pot of water. The woman was standing by the stove. Amber started to sit down at the breakfast table as fear gripped her. She knew she was going to be hurt and hoped it would just be some type of spanking or some slaps to the face. Those she got used to, they hurt but she was used to them. Amber feared the unknown pain more than the pain she knew.
"I didn't tell you to fucking sit down, slut. Stand up." The woman said calmly and almost in s friendly manner. Amber stood without hesitation. She learned not to provoke the woman.
"Take off your whore clothes. All of them including your disease infested panties."
Amber looked at her and hesitated. That hesitation earned her a slap to the face, "Now, bitch! Don't make me strip you! I am not going to fuck you…something I am sure you would enjoy being such a whore!" Amber nodded and began to take off her clothes. In a different lifetime she would have been humiliated but now she just did as told. When she was naked the woman told her to turn around and bend over the table. Amber did and prepared herself for the spanking she knew was going to come soon. She whimpered as her head was jerked up by her hair.
"You think you are so beautiful don't you? You think you have such a nice little body don't you? Well you are just a fucking whore and now you are trying to make my daughter one with those fucking dresses!" Amber could smell the alcohol on the woman's breath.
"Nooo…they…they are very conservative and…and nice…please…don't do this…please!" Amber pleaded her case but it fell on deaf ears. The woman laughed.
"Oh…but they make it easy for her to pull up and fuck any boy that comes around…that is what you thought, cunt? She would be able to just pull her panties down and her dress up and be ready to get fucked like you do?" Amber cringed at being called a cunt. Of all the curse words she hated that one the worse and while she heard it directed at her numerous times in anger and even sometimes during sex, she never said that word in her seventeen years of life.
"Noo…I promise…they were pretty on her…and…ohhhhh…stop please…they…she…she looked so pretty."
"That's right, she looked pretty enough for some boy to want her…my daughter will not be like you! She will not be a whore!" The woman let go of Amber's head and it slammed onto the table. She then felt her hands being pulled behind her hard and yelled as the pain if her arms were brought up in an unnatural position. Amber then felt something sticky being wrapped around her hands and she soon found she could not move her arms. Something hit the table with a loud thud and Amber saw it was a role of silver duck tape. The woman bound her hands behind her with the tape. She whimpered but her please were only answered by her head being pulled back by her hair again. Amber then felt the woman run her long fake finger nails over her ass and then up her back in a seductive manner.
"Ever read the 'The Scarlet Letter', Amber? I did…when I used to like to read." The woman caressed her cheek, "What did they do to that woman who was a whore…oh yes they made her sew an A into her dress. Well you are a whore so I thought a W would do nicely for you. But the problem is…you have too many clothes and it would take forever so I decided on another idea." The woman giggled evilly and turned Amber around and pushed her down on the table so her legs dangled over the edge and her back and but lay flat on the hard table. Amber almost lost her balance but the woman held her up until she was sure Amber would not fall. The woman then used the tape and taped Amber's feet to the legs of the table. Amber whimpered and squirmed but got slapped in the face for her efforts. She was terrified and had not idea what the woman was going to do, but she knew it was not going to be pleasant. When her feet were secure and Amber's legs were spread wide the woman laughed and walked to the stove. Amber's eyes followed her in fear and she saw the woman put a pot holder mitten on her right hand and then pick something up off the stove top; when she turned around Amber screamed in fear. The woman was holding a wire coat hanger that she fashioned the tip into a W about and inch and a half wide and two inches long. The W glowed red from heat.
"Nooo…oh God please! Nooo…anything…I'll do anything…please ohhhh God please noooo!" Amber screamed at the top of her lungs and started crying. The woman smiled and walked over to Amber.
"Shut up, whore! You need your scarlet letter! The problem is where to put it. I thought your ass but no…my husband would not like that would he? He has always been into asses and he would not want yours marred. Then I thought your breasts and that would be perfect. You have such nice perky small breasts and I want to spoil them." Amber screamed out again and the woman slapped her with her free hand and told her to shut up.
"If you scream out again…well before I brand you…I will use it on your skanky cunt! How would you like that? To seal your disease ridden hole so no one can fuck it again! So shut up, whore!" Amber stopped screaming and started whimpering as mucus ran from her nose and tears ran down her cheeks. The woman straddled her and Amber tried to struggle, but with her arms and legs bound she could not do much. Her eyes followed the red hot W as the woman brought it closer to her breasts.
"Ohhhh….God…please…anything…I'll do anything! I'll…I'll leave! I leave and never come back…please…oh God please nooo!" Amber screamed and begged but the woman laughed.
"Leave! You will never leave…I hate you but I enjoy hurting you! Plus my husband would never allow you to leave!" The woman pressed the hot metal to Amber's left breast just above the nipple and held the girl down as her body jerked up. Amber let out a shrieking scream of agony as the W burned into her flesh and she almost passed out. She wished she would have as the metal melted her flesh. Spit in the form of foam dripped from her mouth and mucus ran from her nose as she screamed over and over and when she smelled her flesh burning she vomited on herself. The pain and smell made her sick. Soon the pain made her lose control of her bladder and Amber urinated on the floor. When the woman was satisfied with her work she climbed off the naked girl and threw the coat hanger in the sink and ran water over it to cool it off. She walked back to Amber and examined her work; she smiled cruelly.
"Not bad…actually very nicely done. It is real clear. Better put something on it later so it won't get infected. I am sure my husband can doctor it up some tonight." The woman got a knife and cut Amber's feet free and then she rolled Amber off the table to land in her urine and vomit with a thud on the hard tile floor. Amber could not even feel the pain of hitting the floor as her breast burned in agonizing pain. The woman cut the tape on her hands.
"Clean yourself up and clean this mess up and we will eat around seven tonight. The dinner menu is on the counter." The woman left the kitchen with a drink in her hand.
Amber curled up on the cold floor in the fetal position and cried and whimpered. Her breast burned and hurt her terribly. The pain she felt was a hundred times worse than the hot water and her body shook with her sobs. She did not know how long she lay there in her vomit and urine and she did not care as her breaths came in loud short gasps, but soon she felt a hand brush her hair. Amber jerked in fear but did not turn around. She had no strength to turn her head.
"No…please…no more…God please…I…anything…I'll do anything…please, m'am, no more! I'll…I'll please you anyway…anyway you want…I…I can't take more…please!" Amber begged and sobbed harder. The crying hurt her breast more but she could not control it.
"Ams…Amber…it's me." Amber heard Natalie's child voice and she even cried harder. She did not want to girl to see her like this or hear her beg like she was. Amber felt the small girl lie next to her and put her small arm around her; the girl being careful of the burn. Natalie lay in Amber's vomit and urine but did not care as she tried to comfort her friend. Amber felt Natalie's body shake and knew the girl was crying also.
"I…I tried, Ams…please don't hate me! I tried to be brave…but…but I couldn't! I was too scared. I tried to be brave and wanted to stop her…but I couldn't. Please, Amber…please don't hate me. I wanted to be like you and let her hurt me instead…but I was too scared." Natalie sobbed, "Don't worry, Amber…I…I cut the dresses up! I hate them now! I never want another dress the rest of my life! I wanted to stop her but I was too scared. Please…please don't hate me."
Amber felt Natalie remove her arm and she found the strength to grab it. "No…no…never…never try and…never try to stop her! Never…promise me…never try…try to stop her! I…I don't hate you…little…peep…I…I love…love you…but never…try…promise…me!" Amber gasped out between heavy fasts breaths.
Amber heard Natalie mutter her promise and felt the girl gently pull her arm, "Ams…we have to get up or mommy will be mad again. She took some medicine and went to take a bath. She takes long baths when she takes her medicine but we have to get up now."
Amber tried to roll over but felt more agony from the burn and felt sick to her stomach again. She did not have the strength to move, "No…I can't…please let me just lay here…please, Natalie."
"Amber, please get up. We have to clean you up and clean the kitchen before mommy gets out of the bath tub. Please, Amber." The girl gently tugged Amber's arm and the Goth girl jerked it away.
"No! I just want to lay here…I…I can't get up…please, Natalie, please leave me alone."
NO! Get up right now! You have to get up!" Natalie yelled at Amber and the hurt girl moved to her knees as Natalie helped her. Soon Amber was on her feet leaning a little on Natalie and staggering out of the kitchen. They two girls made it to the stairs when Amber stumbled and almost fell. She looked at Natalie and frowned.
"Baby, you got all messy. You are covered in…well…you should not have been on the floor and got all messy."
"Shhh…we need to get you cleaned up and then the kitchen…don't worry about me, Ams…come on; just a little more and we will be in your room."
Amber let out a small smile and allowed the girl to lead her to her room and into her bathroom. Amber sat on the lid of the toilet while Natalie ran her bathwater. As the tub was filling with water Natalie looked at Amber and for the first time noticed the girl's breast and saw the ugly W branded into the skin. She started crying again.
"Ohh, Ams…your…it looks terrible. We…we need to put something on it so it won't get infected. Daddy has something in his bag he uses on me when mommy spanks me to hard. Get in the tub and I'll go get it. It is a cream and makes the pain fell better." Natalie said and ran from the bathroom as Amber looked at the tub fill with water. She smiled weakly at how Natalie took charge and tried to help her, but the one thing the small girl did not think of was the pain the warm water was going to cause Amber when the burn on her breast touched the water. Amber tried to stand and felt a wave of nausea hit her and sat back down. She put her hands over her face and started sobbing again over what was done to her. She wanted to look in the mirror to see her self but could not find the strength to even look at what she used to consider very cute breasts. She looked up as Natalie came back in the bathroom.
"Ams…please…you need to get in the tub." Natalie pleaded as she took Amber's hand and helped pull her to her feet.
"Natalie…I…I can't. The…the burn is going to hurt when I get in…I can't take anymore pain. Please, baby…please don't make me."
Natalie frowned, "I know but you have to. It will hurt for just a little bit and then I can put the cream on and you can rest for a little while. Please, Amber…you have to."
Natalie pulled the tape off of Amber's wrists and ankles then led her to the tub and she sank down in the warm water and it did feel good at first but as predicted when the water touched the burn the Goth girl's body tensed in pain and she let out a whimpering cry. Natalie got a wash cloth and soap and started washing Amber's body gently and then used the detachable shower massager head to wash Amber's hair. Amber whimpered some more as Natalie shampooed and rinsed her hair. When she was clean, Amber got out of the tub and Natalie dried her off careful not to touch her breast and asked her to sit back down on the toilet so she could put the cream and a bandage on the branded W. Amber winced in pain as Natalie massaged the cream into the sore. The girl was trying to be careful but even the slightest touch hurt. After a few minutes Amber felt the cream working and the pain eased some as she helped Natalie bandage the wound. When she was done Natalie lead Amber to her bed and helped the Goth girl lay down. Amber grabbed Natalie's arm and pulled her to her face and kissed her cheek.
"Thank you, Little Peep, thank you so much. You are so brave…never think you aren't."
Natalie did not smile but felt proud Amber told her she was brave, but instead she stepped back and gave Amber a harsh look, "Ams, I want you to leave! I want you to runaway! I love you so much but you have to leave! I…I'm afraid mommy is going to kill you one day and I can't stand that! I…I would miss you so much if you left, but I would know you were safe. I'm scared, Amber; I am so scared she is going to kill you one day. Please, Ams, please runaway…I…please!" Natalie started begging and crying as Amber pulled her closer.
"No, baby, I already told you…I…I can't. I can't leave you. I am not going to leave you. She won't kill me…she likes to hurt me too much to kill me. I am not going to leave you until I know you are safe."
Both girls cried for a moment and Natalie told Amber to rest a little while she took a shower and then they will clean the kitchen. Natalie mentioned her mother was asleep in the tub and they would have time. When the girl left the room Amber broke down crying once again. The man was right when he told her everyone had a breaking point and Amber knew she came close to hers. The only thing that saved her was the beautiful eight year old girl she loved. Amber did not know how long she lay in bed, but eventually got up to clean the kitchen and start dinner. The cream helped ease the pain a lot and she got dressed in her pink pajama bottoms and slipped Ran's tee shirt over her body. Amber slowly walked to the kitchen and was surprised it was already clean and smiled proudly at the job Natalie did. She walked into the living room and saw Natalie, now clean, watching cartoons and the woman sitting in a recliner with a dazed look on her face as she sipped from her glass. Natalie saw her and smiled sadly after Amber winked at her and the woman told her to fix dinner.
Later that night the man came to her room as he did almost every night. He looked at the branded W and roughly rubbed more of the medical cream on Amber's breast making rude comments that he was glad he was not much into breasts so he did not care and how Amber was now branded like an animal and they owned her now. After he was done bandaging the wound her turned the girl over, pulled down her panties, and used her for his lusts. After he left, Amber pulled her journal from the secret hiding place and wrote. She waited for the voices to take her way to their world but they did not come. She knew she should have been relieved not to hear the voices since they were so cruel to her now, but she wanted the escape to their world and was disappointed she did not her them. Amber fell asleep begging in her mind for her mother.
