'Mrs.Pretty && Baby Chord' 2 !

Chapter 6 : Thriller.

(Amber's P.O.V)

I began to cry and look down at the blood splattered on my shirt. I mentally kicked myself for letting him take his own life. What he did to me was wrong, but I would never want someone to feel like the only way out is taking their own life. Nash rushed in and I fell into his arms. He lifted me up and carried me to the waiting ambulance truck.

"Ma'am are you okay?" The paramedic asked.

"Yes." I said quickly.

"We're still going to take you to the hospital." I nodded in response. Mr.Overstreet and Nash followed us to the hospital and they put me in a room while I was waiting for the doctor to order my rape kit.

"No mom, I'm fine. I just woke up, they have me on a lot of pain meds for the concussion." I heard a familar voice coming from the person in the bed next to me, serperated by a curtain.

"Chord?" I asked.

"Amber?" He questioned pulling the curtain back.

"Oh My God." He said standing up and pulling his IV cart with him, towards my bed. Followed by me getting out of bed myself.

"I didn't know where you were so I started driving but I was texting and a semi hit me an-" I cut him off by jumping into his arms.

"Oh My God. Your bleeding" He said, hugging me tighter.

"No its not mine, a long story. I'm just glad to see you and be in your arms." I smiled.

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(3 Months Later ; Chord's P.O.V)

Everything is going pretty good, the twins are six months now. Chris and Darren we're babysitting them right now. After they started dating last year they really got an intrest in kids.

I was in the studio recording my second album , due to release late next year. When I got a very disturbing text.

"We need to talk. Come home when you can." Amber texted me.

I excused myself from the studio and drove home, I quickened my pace on the road when I realised something might be wrong with the kids. Or something else bad might've happened.

"Baby, is everything okay ?" I came in and rushed to Amber's side.

"Get the fuck away from me." She said pushing me away from her.

"Babe, what's wrong ?" I asked, coming closer to her. Only getting a slap in the face. Leaving me dumbfounded. She got up and walked to the answering machine.

"Hi Chord, it's Riley. Remember me, from Panera Bread ? I think it was like almost a year and a half ago. I just wanted to call you and say I miss you. Maybe we could meet for dinner sometime. Call me back. Beep."

"So, you're still talking to her ?" She asked with one hand on her hip.

"Absolutely not, why would you believe that?" I questioned back.

"Well why the fuck else would she call our house out of the blue. I sure as hell didnt give her the number."

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A/N : I've had some reviews , negative ones. Saying the story is losing its heart, and its 'getting stupid'. I didnt ask anyone to put their two cents in and leave rude feedback nor did I force anyone to read this. Just saying, leave all the negative bullshit at home, this story is written from my imagination not anyone elses, so if you dont like the way its going stop reading. OH WAIT YOU DONT KNOW HOW ITS GOING TO GO.  ! But, thank you to those who have actually stuck with me through all my rileystreet stories ! It means alot xx