ANAIS
My eyes were puffy and swollen by the time we were in front of Ambre's house. I stayed seated in the car still feeling bad for myself. "Anais! Get your ass up!" Ambre's booming voice made me sit up. She was still bossy, bossier than usual. And I couldn't complain, I deserved all of it. I stood in the front of the house next to Ambre, scared of what my sisters would say to me. What Ezra would say to me. I hope he forgives me. I was lost. Driven by revenge. Not at all myself.
Ambre sighed, opened the door be pushed me inside. I was met with the sweet fragrance of cherry candy and the aroma of chocolate cookies. I wanted to take a step but I was ashamed. So I stood, frozen, in the doorway. I heard thumping feet coming down the stairs. Aimee. "Ambre?" Aimee's little voice called to Ambre before she made it down. She gasped when she saw me. Her face immediately started to scrunch and twist into a face of despair. She ran into me as she began to sob. Fat tears rolled down her face. "Anais." Hiccup. "We thought you were dead." Hiccup. "Where did you go?" Hiccup. "Why are you wrapped up like a mummy?" Hiccup.
Her little hiccups made me miss her even more, though she was right in front of me. I hugged her back nice and tight. Aliane and Alizee fillers right after the other each with tears falling elegantly down their faces. They hugged me tight to their bodies as if they would never see me again, and I was just a figment of their imaginations. They pulled away just as I heard the soft passing of feet descending the stairs. Ezra. I saw a short figure with a slightly rotund body. Mrs. DeRose. She followed behind Ezra with I spilled tears in her eyes. "Oh my gosh Anais! Your okay?!"
She rushed from behind him and came crashing into me with a tight hug. I almost started to cry again. Partially because she was so welcoming and her hug was so hard I couldn't breathe and that made my head start to ache again. I hugged her back really tightly because she made it so that I remember my prior behaviors and the repercussions I am facing now from them. Mrs. DeRose pulled away and then came in again to kiss my cheek. "We love you always. I love you Mr. DeRose loves you..." She came in even closer and whispered in my ear. " Ezra will forgive you...he's already forgiven you." She pulled away and nodded with encouragement. She went over to Aimee and the twins. "French: Venez mes amours // English: Come my loves". They followed after her to the door. Seconds later the happy shrieking of Aimee and the twins filled the air.
I could hear the hose going. Ambre sat at the dining table her back straighter than a pole. Ezra stood a for away looming. He looked at me with a small smile but I saw it in his eyes. He was terrified, worried about letting me back into his vicinity moreover his life. "Come sit yall," Ambre spoke in a hopeful tone. "We need to talk about this." Ezra almost waltzed to her. He was so in love. You could see it in the way he looked at her, touched her, even in the way he breathed around her. It was as if he was sighing at her beauty. Sweet. I sat done all the way at the end of the table but got up and moved closer when Ambre gave me the stank eye. "Listen, Anais-" Ezra started speaking but I couldn't listen to him without doing what I had to do first.
"Wait! Im So Sorry! I know it's not enough, that I could have ruined my sister's life and ended yours with only one bullet. But I don't understand where the anger came from. I just got so angry that it looked like everything was being handed to you and I was just stuck watching Anais and the twins. But I know it's not like that Ambre. I know your back story. You went to school and went to work to watch us. And even when I was old enough to get a job and help you, you always said no Ana chérie go to school. Get a diploma then you can get a real job. One that guarantees you to be happy and to know when your next meal is." It always broke my heart to see you that way and then out of nowhere you were going to work but were being handed such grand things. It made me jealous, and angry that I wasn't enough, so I couldn't receive these things as well.
"French: je suis tellement désolé grande soeur // English: I am so sorry big sister." I reached for both Ambre and Ezra's hands. Wanting their validation. Ezra came first, his long artist fingers closing around my right hand. Then Ambre came her slender brown fingers, always freshly manicured clasped around my hand tighter than Ezras. "You guys Im really sorry. I will fix myself and my behavior. I'll go to a therapist. I'll meditate. I will never let my anger get the best of me like that. Ever again." I looked at them both deeply in their eyes as I told them this. I hoped I looked as sincere as I felt. They looked at each other and then turned to me and nodded. I heaved heavily as a heavy burden lifted off my shoulders.
Time Lapse: 2 months
My head was better now and I could swim in the pool again without worrying if I might accidentally ruin my surgery. Aimee and the twins were playing chicken fight with me in the pool as Mr. and Mrs. DeRose watched and kept score on a heart-shaped conjoined floaty. I was knocked out of my daze when Aliane jumped on me making water go in my nose. This bitch was done for.
EZRA
I could hear the shrieking of Aimee and the twins as they played in the pool. It made me smile because they had really grown onto me. Along with Nevaeh Ambre's family had earned a spot in my heart, and I would never forget them. I sit up when Ambre walks in wearing a bikini that left nothing to the imagination. I let my eyes linger on her body. I usually try not to oogle her too much but I couldn't today. She looked absolutely scrumptious. She locked eyes with me and began to saunter over.
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