Perri and I- The sequel to romantic 'Perri and me' about Perri Kiely

Chapter 3 Part 1

Suddenly I'm finding it hard to breathe. My mind keeps telling me this is not happening...but it is.

I remember one day when I was ten and my Dad took me out to the country side...it was after my parents had this massive fight. I was crying into my pillow in my room and Gina was at a friend's house. Dad knocked on my door.

"Ambs...do you want to come out for a bit?..." Dad says, I could hear the shake in his voice.

I just turn to the other side of my bed and pull the duvet over my head. I feel Dad sit down next to me.

"Amber...please..." He says, pulling the covers off my head.

"Why...do you always have to fight?..." I say, between sobs.

Dad strokes my hair.

"Tell you what..." He says. "I'll take you out to the country side...and I'll tell you what's going on..."

"Really?" I say, trying to stop crying.

Dad nods.

I throw my arms around his neck and Dad carries me outside and into the car. The drive is not long...all the way there I keep thinking of what Dad might want to say to me.

I hated it when they fought...it just made me feel that they didn't love each other..

....and that I was a mistake...

After about thirty minutes of driving, Dad opens the door to this meadow...where I could see trees and a beautiful lake...the exact same place Perri took me.

We sit on the grass.

"So...you want to tell me what's going on?" I say.

I know I was a little too into things when I was ten, but I always wanted to know what was going on.

"Your Mum and I have disagreements...but it doesn't mean I don't love her..." Dad says, looking at me.

"You don't..." I say.

"Amber...I love all three of you so much..."

"Okay..." I say, looking into the distance, but I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Everything will be alright..." Dad says. "Trust me..."

But it wasn't.

"Can't you just try and get along?" I say, crying now.

"We are trying Amber..." Dad says, calmly.

"No!" I shout. "If you were trying then none of this would have happened!"

Dad just looks at me. He always did that when I got angry.

He didn't say anything to me so I just cried even more. I knew he wasn't trying...he loved me but he wasn't trying.

Dad tries to talk to me but I just block him out. He always says the same thing before they fight again...

"Amber...I think you should go swim in the lake..." Dad says. "It'll cheer you up a bit."

"No..." I say. "I don't want to swim...I want you and Mum to make up..."

I'm in the middle of my sentence when I hear laughter. Children? I look up to see a boy and girl playing by the lake. About my age...I guess. They boy whispers something into the girl's ear and she just laughs. He tries to kiss her playfully but she just pushes him into the lake.

She laughs at him and offers to help him out by then he just pulls her in. They are both laughing hysterically now. I think they're in love...they boy with his bright blue eyes and curly brown hair and the girl with short blonde hair.