The Band Next Door (COMPLETED) [UNDER EDITING]

21; You hop where?

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Amanda's POV

When I woke up, a heavy arm was around my waist. I started to panic, taking in the unfamiliar details of the room, until the events of yesterday came flooding back to me. Coming to my aunts. Seeing Damien. Dustin asking me to the dance. Me saying yes. Him acting all weird. Us falling asleep.

I blinked the sleepiness from my eyes and looked at the digital clock next to the the bed and groaned quietly. It was only 5:45. The sun wasn't even up yet, but I was. I tried to slide out of Dustin's grip, but failed miserably. I moved about an inch or two before his arm tightened around me, nuzzling his face into my neck. I slowly peeled away from him and lifted his toned arm off of my stomach with a lot of effort. I finally got free from the cage he created, sliding the pillow beneath his arm to replace me.

I tip toed across the room and opened the door carefully, wincing at every creak it made. After maneuvering my way through the door, I wandered around the house until I landed in the kitchen. I tugged the sleeves on my sweat shirt and curled my toes to protect them from the cold tiles.

I opened the fridge to get the pitcher of water out and gape at the amount of food crammed into the fridge. There were three shelves filled from one side to the over with food. I've never seen that much food in a fridge before. I ignored the food, however, and took out the pitcher of cold water. Condensation dripped down the sides of the glass and created a trail of little water droplets on the ground, leading to the counter.

I reached up to one of the cupboards and stretch to reach a glass for the water. My fingers brushed against the smooth surface multiple times but never quite reaching it. I huffed in frustration and jumped to reach the glass- damn my shortness. It's not easy being 5 foot 2.

I jumped again and got a good latch on the glass, lifting it out of the cupboards with a little difficulty. As i was coming back down, the glass bumped against the bottom of the shelf and slipped out of my hand. It fell onto the granite counter tops, smashing into hundreds of little pieces. My hand fell onto the shards and I felt little pin points of pain stinging my fingers and digging into my palms. I yelped in shock and quickly retract my hand, cradling it as I felt against the wall for the light switch.

I found the switch and flicked it on, blinking rapidly as the sudden bright light filled my vision. My hands started shaking when I saw the counter tops and the damage.

Glass fragments littered the counter tops and dusted the floor around the fridge. My breathing sped up as I looked at the glass embedded in my hand, watching red streams flow quickly from the gashes. I leaned against the wall and sank to the floor, rocking myself to calm the anxiety building up in me, but it wasn't working. I was hyperventilating and tears were making their way down my face faster than the speed of light.

He's going to kill me.

My body was shaking hard, and it didn't help when I heard booming footsteps making their way down the hall. I forgot that I wasn't at my father's house and shrank away from the noise, waiting for him to lash out at me.

It never came.

Instead, I heard someone swear and felt their warm presence next to my position on the ground. A hand landed on my knee and I flinched back, shaking like an earthquake.

"Amanda?" His concerned voice made its way to my ears slowy and muffled, like we were underwater. "Amanda, look at me. Just breathe. Everything is going to be fine. No one can or will hurt you. I promise."