Ami McGinley has a... weird life, not an average, normal, boring life but that's because of the people in it. That is until her best friends from secondary school, Simon and JJ show up.
Will they patch the past or will the meeting go sour?
---WARNIN...
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I woke up in the morning and I felt icky all over, I sat up and suddenly there was a breeze on my torso, I looked down to see that I was completely naked. I quickly grabbed a blanket and looked beside me to see Joe, why do I not remember last night? What happened to me? I know he was angry but for the life of me, I can't remember. I wrapped the blanket around me and walked into our en suite and dropped the blanket to see what I looked like as my body ached. There were bruises peppering my body and there were a few cuts and burns, a tear slipped from my eye, was I drugged? Did he knock me out because my head aches like a mother fucker right now? I looked at the sink and saw a few pill pots there with the labels ripped off. I covered my mouth to suppress a sob and washed. I knew he was sick but this is more than I expected from him, he's psychotic. I left the bathroom and got quietly back into bed. I fell asleep again and stayed that way until I woke up and Joe was at work. I looked at the time and it was 12:00pm ish time. I texted Callum: please come pick me up, something happened
I got an immediate reply back, ill kill him. I just read it and put my phone back on my bedside table and put on underwear. I then took pictures of all the injuries so if I filed a police report I'd have evidence. I then got changed and packed up my things, I can't stay with him anymore if he can drug me and touch me that easily. I waited for Callum to text me and tell me he's outside but instead there was a knock on the door, I went and answered it and it was the police.
"Hello, ma'am," one of the officers said, "I'm officer Sammer, is this the residence of Mr Foote?"
"Yes," I said quietly, "but he's not in right now, I'm his girlfriend."
"And what might be your name?" he asked.
"Amethyst McGinley," I said cautiously, did Callum call the fucking police? The officer behind him wrote down what I said.
"We have a warrant for a search of this house," he said, "could we come in?"
"Yes," I said moving out of the way, about five more officers came into the house and officer Sammer pulled me aside for questioning, "may I ask why you're searching this house?"
"We got a call about a disturbance at this house," he said, "so, how long have you been with Mr Foote?"
"3 or 4 years," I said.
"And how did you get those?" he asked pointing at the burns, bruises, and cuts on my arms, neck and jaw. I can't be like 'Yeah these are from my boyfriend', so I'll...
"I'm clumsy," I said chuckling awkwardly.
"Okay," he said, "now where is Mr Foote now?"
"At work," I said, he raised his eyebrow as if daring me to be vaguer, "he runs a business on Hiketon Road (made up) 'Foote Fotography."
"Thank you ma'am that'll be all," he said writing something else down on his notepad.
"Sir," one of the younger officers said, "we found these," he held up the two pill bottles without labels in a plastic bag, "don't know what they are, though."
