State Of Grace || Liam Dunbar

Prologue

Okay, maybe this is a prologue bigger than those that we are all accustomed, will probably be much bigger than normal chapters, but I really need to tell this part of Amber's background, that won't fit in like a normal chapter or something like this, so let's face it like an "extra", maybe?

Warning: There's some cursing by the end, nothing too much, but it's necessary in the scene, oh, and the usual violence.

I'm going to stopo talking now, enjoy it ;)

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"Amber, why are you taking so long?"

The voice of Hazel Heather coincided with the beep of the microwave and both took Amber way from her thoughts. Amber rubbed her eyes trying to ward off sleep without success, the desire to sleep was still there, but it was friday, and every Friday she and her sister got together to watch a movie that both liked, not that the purpose of doing it was just watching, it was just a moment in family, only the two without weapons or training involved.

Amber took the hot popcorn to put in a bucket without answering the Hazel. A sharp, sudden pain in her fingers indicated that she had been stupid to take away the popcorn. Amber could not help but shriek when taking your hands off the steaming container.

"Damn it!" She muttered, putting her hands in the sink, hoping the water would relieve the irritating pain. Hazel laughed at what happened, by the kitchen Amber could hear the noise she was making. She checked her fingers, sighing in relief that it was nothing serious, they were just sore and reddish, there wasn't even burn blisters. A first-degree burn, as she had been taught to recognize.

He wiped his hands and grabbed the bucket of popcorn and chocolates and left the kitchen. The Heather Family's room was bright and had a lot of space, with enormous glass windows, big enough to be walls, and lamps, which were lit at night, the decoration was classic and with no fuss, with simples and charming furniture and relics collected by Ms. Heather. There was almost no photos, though they have moved a long time, but the family coat of arms proudly hung higher on the wall, a golden dragon interlaced with a ruby eyed snake, which eyes seemed to follow everyone who walked in that room. Hazel was sprawled on the red leather couch, taking up almost the entire space, still laughing. Hazel was Amber's identical twin sister, they both had the same smooth golden hair, but Hazel began to curly hers years ago, light and sharp blue eyes, tanned skin and a sharp nose. Even in personality they were similar, the same attitude and confidence, even if Hazel was slightly more shy than Amber, the sisters liked the same things, thought the same way.

"Don't laugh" Amber said when she walked over to Hazel, not before hitting her with the nearest pillow "I should've let the popcorn burn"

"It's just popcorn" Hazel laughed again, and took the popcorn off Amber's handa "And you're a terrible cook"

"So next time you make the food" She said, pushing her legs in Hazel's lap purposely bumping her sandals on her sister's white tank top.

"Stupid!" Yelled the blonde. She tried to wipe the stain, but failed. She send a death glare to her sister, who just laughed mockingly.

"That was for laughing at my burn" Amber was still laughing, and that just irritated her more. Hazel grabbed a pillow and tried to hit her, but Amber avoided with another pillow, a leopard-printed one, her stomach aching with laughter.

"No! Not my pillows" The voice of Mrs. Heather sounded so abruptly that scared the girls, she was stanting there, a hard and serious expression as always. While most of her friends had fun and sweet mothers, Ms. Heather seemed to come from a thriller movie. The blond hair tied in a bun, makeup and perfect chothes with a sneer on her face were a trademark. And the leather clothes she were only added to her sense of authority.