chapter four

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Jacksons Pov

Amber never replied to my text so I tried calling her. I called her eight times and she never picked up. I knew something was wrong so I ran over to her house. I knocked in her door and nobody was home. I ran back home and sat down and watched some TV. The news was on. Ugh. I hate the news.

"a report that just happened down town. A family walking to diner and then was shot and killed. The only one that didn't get shot was 17 year old Amber Brown." The news reporter said. These words shocked me. I have to go find Amber know..I saw Amery in the background. She was crying. With out hesitating, I jump up and ran to my car. I have to find Amber. I was probably speeding but, I didn't care. When I saw the news van, I parked right beside it.

I jumped out of the car and saw Amber crying, with people around her.

"Amer!" I called out.

She just looked at me. I ran over NJ there so I was with Amber.

"I heard what happened. It's going to ok."

She didn't respond to that either,.she just looked at the ground.

"Amber." I said

She still didn't respond. There was a woman over there with us to. She had sort brown hair and cherry lips.

"hey, I'm a therapist. My name if Rosa. Amber seems to be depressed. She won't talk at all. We also need her to stay at a home, for a couple of weeks then she will be sent to the orphanage or foster care."

"I'm here neighbor and she can stay with me."

"ok, I think it's best that she leaves know. I don't think she needs to be in this environment right know."

"ok." Then I sat down in front of Amber. She wouldn't look at me so I grabbed her hand. She look up at me and I saw the sadness and pain in her eyes.

"Amber your coming home with me." I said quietly.

She got up and went to the car without saying a word.

The car ride was silent.the whole way. We got out of the car and I took her to my room.

"I'm so sorry." I said with tears forming.

"he killed.my parents.".she said

I sat down on the bed with her in my arms. She wad crying on my shirt and getting it wet but, I didn't care. I was there for here and that's all that matters.

"it's ok. It's ok. Everything is going to be ok.".I keep  repeating to comfort her.

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