Belleza (Horse Story)

Chapter 1

Amber's POV

Walking on the streets of New York City is a dangerous thing. But I love dangerous. I'm a dare-devil girl that will do anything and everything to show that I'm not a little prissy girl. If you dare me to run in the middle of the street while cars are everywhere, I'll do it. I will never let anyone else have the satisfaction of me wimping out.

As the cool breeze is blowing through my face my phone vibrated in my pocket. I groan thinking that this is my mom telling me to hurry up. But to my surprise it isn't.

~On Phone~

"Hello, is this Amber Jock?" a femanine voice asked me.

"Yes, this is she." I said, trying to sound mature.

"I'm sorry to inform you but your mother, Leslie Jock, has been in a car accident. Fortunetly, she was not physically injured, but she is suffering from memory loss, and it looks like her memory will not be coming back. So we are keeping her in a carefacillity."

"What?" I said on the verge of tears. I never cry, not even by myself. I bite my lip to hold on to the tears.

"Amber, sweetie, do you have any other place that you can go. Seeing that you are 16 years old, and your a minor, you cannot stay home alone." I thought to myself for a second thinking of where I could go. All of my relatives were dead all except... no I can't go there!

"Honey, are you there?" she asked grabbing my attention.

"Yes, sorry."

"It's fine. But do you have any place to go?"

"Yes, but I don't know where he is."

"Where who is?"

"My father." I cringed saying the words. I couldn't go to my fathers. He left me and my mom when we were little.

"Ok sweetie, what is his name?"

"Jacob... Jacob Jock." I think that's what his name was...

"Mkay, I will contact the police to help. For now you may stay at home and later the police will pick you. Make sure you pack all of your belongings up."

She hung up. I stood there still processing what she had said. Mother... Memory loss... Father... Living with him. I stood up staight, rubbing my eyes to remove the tears threatening to come out. I put my phone in my back pocket and ran striaght home. I ran into alot of people, even children. But right now I didn't care.

I ran into my room and locked the door even though nobody, but me, was home. I pulled out all of my suitcases that were under my bed and stuffed them with all of my things. I didn't want to pack up or leave, but I knew that the police and social services would make me. And right now I didn't feel like fighting. I unlocked my door, dragging all three suitcases to the livingroom. I sat them down and fell onto the couch. I took my phone out and decided to post something on Twitter.

@AmberJock12: Leaving for Whyoming today:( I'm going to miss all of you! Peace! :'(

A stray tear fell from my face and I violently wiped it away. I heard a knock on the door and I groan as I stand up. I walked slowly to the door, taking my time.

"Hi, I'm officer Willson. You must be Amber Jock?" he smiled, putting his hand out. I shook it, unenthusiastically.

"Let's go." He said, breaking the silence.

"My bags." I said, turning on my heels.

"I've got it." I smiled slightly and watched as he grabbed the 3 suitcases on the ground. I moved out of the way so he could lead me down to the car. Once there he put my stuff in the suitcases and opened the passanger door for me.