Quantum Entanglement ~ Tamber

Chapter 9

It was the night before the attack, and Tara was an anxious mess. Amber seemed distracted, too. They were on the couch cuddling, but the taller girl kept fidgeting and shifting around. Occasionally, she would release a worried sigh.

Sensing what was up, Tara finally turned to her and asked, "Are you feeling okay?"

Amber's face softened at the sight of her girlfriend. She gave her a soft kiss before sighing again. "I've got a lot I've got to do to get ready for the party, and Richie's at me to talk about the plan to get Sam here."

"Would it be easier if I go home?"

The taller girl brushed her hair out of her face. "Nothing's easier without you. I'm just distracted tonight, and I'm sorry."

"I can help you plan the party or something if it will help?"

She knew she couldn't help with the kinds of plans Amber had. They were plans that involved destroying her life. But she needed to offer. She needed her girlfriend to look her in the face and deny her.

"You can help," she said to her surprise. "Can you text our friends and let them know about it? Tell them to text everyone else they know and invite them."

"I can do that. Where does Richie's plan come into all this?"

"Fuck his plan," she mumbled, rubbing at her temples. "I don't know if – I want you to see Sam, but I don't know how he thinks we can pull that off."

"I trust you," Tara reminded her.

The sigh that escaped Amber's lips didn't go unnoticed.

"I'm going to – I need to get a drink."

With that, she got up and disappeared into the kitchen. Tara couldn't resist leafing through the phone her girlfriend just so happened to leave behind. Immediately, she saw an onslaught of abuse from Richie that made her blood boil.

"You told me you were in this, you fucking bitch!"

"Answer the fucking phone, bitch! You're ruining everything."

"You stupid fucking cunt. Answer me! Or I'll tell your little girlfriend what you're planning to do to her."

Then there was a single message from Amber. "I don't think I can do it. I'm sorry," followed by another onslaught of abuse from Richie.

Tara tossed the phone as far away from her as she could muster. She was fucking furious, but not at Amber. No, reading those messages convinced her that the solution to all of their problems really was to murder the little rat. She just needed to wait until she was alone with him and put him out of his misery. She could claim it was self-defense and point to all the evidence on Amber's phone – assuming the girl would go along with it, of course.

Never had the pint-sized girl wanted to hit something so badly. She stomped into the kitchen to trying to find Amber and make sure she was okay. Unfortunately, she wasn't okay at all; she was leaned over the counter crying.

"Sweetheart?" she asked cautiously, all anger draining from her body at the sight of her.

Amber snapped her head up and quickly wiped at her eyes. "Oh hey. Sorry, I was just a little overwhelmed," she sniffled.

"By what? Are you okay?"

"Two months ago, when I made all these fucking plans with Richie, I thought you hated me."

"The plans to bring Sam home?" she played dumb.

Amber nodded and sniffled again. "He almost had me convinced you didn't care about me."