The Story Of My Life

Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Dad?

Amber's POV:

I try to let it go, but occasionally thoughts still raced through my mind about the strange phone call.

"Amber? Sweetie, you okay?" A women asks.

I look up to see my mom. Wait... "M-Mom? What are you? How are you? Why are you here?"

"I missed you. One of your friends' mother's brought me home."

"I-I thought you were in prison..."

"No, I was just at this nice place where everyone was friendly!" She sounds high... 0_0 I'm scared.

"Um... Who brought you over here?"

"Well, your old friend, Rose's mother. She said that Rose gave you a call yesterday to talk about school stuff."

Did she just say what I thought she said? "R-Rose? As in Rose, who stole Louis away from me, Rose?"

"Yeah! Why? Is there a problem?" She asks, her voice filled with concern and chirpiness.

"Um... Nom no there's not a problem." I say. That makes sense... Kind of...

"Hey, Amber. Hey, mom." Harry says without hesitation. "Waiiiitttt.... Moooommm??? Whatcha dooing here?" He has a piece of cheese in his hand.

I giggle at him, then my face turns serious. I tug him by the arm into my bedroom closing the door behind me, so mom can't hear.

"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...." Harry whines while eating his cheese.

"Harry, Rose's mother drove her here... From a mental institution!"

"R-ROSE?"

"Yes! And mom said that Rose gave me a call yesterday to talk about SCHOOL... The only call I got yesterday was..." I stop, finally putting all the pieces together.

"Was? Was what? Amber, you okay?"

"Oh... My... God... That little bitch!"

"Um... Amber?"

"I got a call yesterday with a girl saying that Louis' hers! Do you think it was Rose?" I look at him worriedly.

"Maybe..." His phone beeps. "It's Liam. We have to meet in a few hours. You wanna come?" He asks.

"Uh... Yeah, I guess I'll tag along. Got nothing better to do..." That's not true, of course... I had last minute homework, that I really didn't care about, and I had to figure out why Rose said what she said and why her mom drove my mom here from a mental hospital.

"Alrighty..."

"Amber?! Harry?! Can you come out here please?!" Our mom yells.

I look at Harry worried. "Harry?"

He grabs my hand. "It's okay."

We walk out of my bedroom, Harry recieving a slap from our mother. I gasp when Harry pulls me beind him moment later.

"Amber, stay behind me..." Harry says with a serious tone in his voice.

"Harry, what's going on?" I ask.

"Mom..." He gives me a stern look.

I hear glass shatter and tighten my grip on Harry's arm. "What was that?" Harry's body was in the way of what was happening. Harry shifts weight on one foot to the other. "Harry, what was that?!"

His grip on my hand gets tighter making me wince. "Sorry..." His voice is deep. What the hell is happening? "Amber... I want you to do me a favor..." More glass breaks. Harry doesn't budge or even look at me. His attention still on mom. "I want you to run to Louis' house... Or Niall's. Or Liam's or Zayn's.... Or anyone's. Tell them what's happening... Tell them mom is on some meds that make her agitated and sometimes forgetful. Tell them I'm fine, that I'm just helping her... I promise I'll be there as soon as the police arrive."