amber's pov:
"What do you mean?" I whispered back to Ashley.
"Don't say a word." Christian said coming up from behind her and covering her mouth.
Ashley squirmed in his grip, as Grayson quickly grabbed my hand.
"I have warned you too many times Amber."
"Go get in the car." Grayson said sternly to me.
"There's no need to go now." Christian said pushing Ashley out of the way, landing her on the floor.
"What do want?" I asked, letting go of Grayson's hand.
"I think you know what I want."
"Grayson, leave." I said looking back at him.
"Amber, I'm not leaving you with him."
"Please." My voice cracked.
Grayson grabbed my hand, and I quickly pulled away.
"I would leave if I were you." Christian said pulling me closer to him, and pressing something against the side of my head.
It was a gun.
I quickly shut my eyes tight, and suddenly memories of that night flooded my mind.
Breathe, just breathe.
Everything is going to be okay.
You're only a child, what can this man do to you?
I'm only six, I'm still little.
Maybe he is just going to help me.
I opened my eyes, and swallowed the tears as Grayson walked to his truck.
"Now what?" I asked once he released me from his grip and shut the front door.
"We've got to get rid of anyone who knows about this."
Boom. The sound of the gun shot rattled through the house.
My heart dropped to my stomach as I hesitated to look behind me.
The tears I swallowed down just seconds before came back up, and welled in my eyes. I shifted my feet, and turned around to see my sister unconscious.
"Why did you do that?!" I shouted at Christian.
Christian shuffled around my living room, not saying a word, in search of any hidden cameras, and once he realized there were none, he grabbed my arm and led me out the back door.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Shut up." He said pushing me in the backseat of his car.
Christian shut the door behind me, and got into the drivers seat, quickly starting the car and pulling out of the driveway. We drove for about 10 minutes, before I felt the car come to a stop. It was dark, so when I looked out the windows, the surroundings weren't familiar.
"The more you say, the more punishment you will get once we are inside, just remember that." Christian said opening the door, and pulling me out onto the sidewalk.
My eyes adjusted, and chills suddenly ran down my spine.
"Christian no." I whispered.
"Be quiet!" He said slapping me across the cheek.
His grip around my arm tightened as he begun to lead me back to a place that turned out to be very familiar to me.
I couldn't stop the flashbacks.
Breathe, just breathe.
Even breathing had become a struggle at that point. Christian had brought me back to the very place all the trauma began.
