"The Sketcher." (A Jacksepticeye Story.)

Never Go Alone

"I AM THE BOSS OF ALL BOSSES! I AM..BOSSATRON!"
- Sean William McLoughlin

Chapter Seventeen

Amber's heart wouldn't stop pounding after they had their unexpected late night get together. Jack led her far out into the woods where the tree line broke into a beautiful and large lake. The moon made the water sparkle.
Amber paid more attention to just Jack. The way he moved, the way he talked, the way he said her name. It seemed to roll of his tongue so effortlessly and sweet.
She hadn't felt this much freedom and happiness in a long time. They made it back home when the sun started rising. Amber knew she would be going through hell once again when she stepped foot on school grounds, but for now she tried to distract herself.
She stayed the rest of the night up in her room, texting Jack. He also couldn't sleep, so they texted back and forth until Jack stopped responding. She felt awfully tired, but she was still wired from the night before.
She looked down to see how her sketch was going so far. She had sketched Jack sitting on the grass, staring up at the moon. The grass had the illusion of it swaying in the breeze.
She shaded in his eyes, outlining the shadow that casted on the ground behind him. She sighed happily, touching the drawing with her fingertips. She eventually fell asleep, only getting a few hours before waking up again.
She slipped on a long sleeve black sweater, along with some shorts. She pulled out her ponytail, letting her chestnut hair cascade down her back. She combed through it with her fingers and brushed her teeth.
She already knew her mother was gone, she had to work early on weekends. Heading downstairs, she heard her dog, Sam, clamber down the hallway.

"Sam! Sam! Come here, boy!" Amber cooed to the dog, seeing it gallop towards her.

   She giggled as it jumped in her arms, causing her to stumble a little backwards. She held the heavy dog with effort, letting him lick her face. She set him down gently, wiping at her cheek and turning towards the kitchen. Her fingers rubbed his soft ears and kissed his forehead before grabbing pancake mix.

"Looks like it's just you and me today, buddy." Amber said to the dog, watching its tail brush the floor and tongue lolling on the side of its mouth.

   Amber spent the morning cooking pancakes and playing with Sam while she cooked. Once they were done, Amber cleaned the kitchen and sat down on the couch with her food. Sam jumped up and sat beside her, eyeing her breakfast.

"No,no,no. Don't give me those eyes." Amber said, shaking her finger at him.

   Sam whined and placed a paw on her thigh. She huffed and gave in to the dog, giving him a piece of her pancake. While she eat, she turned on a movie. She was grateful for the fact she didn't have school today. Her eyes drooped, but she couldn't sleep.
   She looked over at the mirror hanging on the wall and noticed the bags under her eyes. She sighed, she wasn't very good at getting enough sleep anyway. Especially with what's been going on, there wasn't much time for that. Her hand grazed her stomach, slightly cringing at the flashbacks she was having.
Last night she almost spilled and told her mother everything. This was something she was determined to keep to herself. She was scared, she didn't know what else to do. She knew Jack would be there with her though, no matter what.
Her phone buzzed loudly on the coffee table, making Sam's ears perk up. She reached over and grabbed it, seeing a text message. It wasn't from Jack or her mother, it was just a random phone number. She had blocked Luke's phone from the last time, so she had no idea who this could be.

"This isn't over."

She didn't respond back, but just watched as more and more messages started popping up. The longer she waited to respond, the more messages came. Her whole body froze up, her eyes widening.