One More Plea

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As Amber walked towards her bedroom, she was desperately trying to calm herself down.

She needed Tara to understand and accept her if the next few minutes were going to play out to their advantage.

Tara had to be on Amber's side, or Richie would hurt her.

It was now or never.
Tara had seen the real Amber.
The darkness that lived within; the darkness that wouldn't be ignored anymore.

Could Tara love this part of Amber?

Unfortunately, Tara was gone.

SHIT

Where was she?
She wouldn't have just left the house right?
Did she call the police?

Amber was losing her cool.
Because all of her plans hinged on Tara.
Tara being safe.
Tara accepting her.
Tara loving her.

"Uh...she's not here," Amber yelled out to Richie as she frantically searched her bedroom.

Richie flusters from the kitchen, "What...what do you mean she's not there?"

"SHE'S NOT HERE," Amber snaps.

Was Tara really so consumed by Sam's bullshit that she wouldn't give Amber a chance?

A chance to explain her motivations?

Did the past year not mean shit to Tara?
Or the 5 years that Sam has been MIA?

Who was there for Tara during this entire time?
Amber.
Who nurtured and comforted Tara?
Amber.
Who provided safety and security from her alcoholic mother?
Amber.

But Sam swoops back in and all is forgiven?
All of Amber's love and support is forgotten?

This is such BULLSHIT

RING RING

The sound of Amber's landline ringing stopped her from turning to look upstairs for her girlfriend.

Was Tara seriously pulling a Sidney Prescott move on them?
On her?

Was Tara so eagerly jumping on Sam's ship?
Was she going to try and kill Amber?

"Amber! Fan out! She couldn't have gotten far," Richie orders her.

As she marches down the hallway towards the living room, Amber frustratedly says, "I can't find her..."

Then something smacks Amber straight in the face.

Tara has jumped out from behind the corner.
She's knocked Amber to floor with her crutch.

"FUCK," Amber yells as her body is repeatedly whacked with the crutch.

Amber can hear a struggle occurring in the kitchen as Richie yelps out in pain.

"SAM! Where you going," Richie yells.

Amber desperately tries to shield her face from the blows, but Tara is really hitting the shit out of her.

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