Staying Under The Radar

61| Promise

61| Promise
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The gravel scrunched and rumbled beneath our feet as we proceeded into the cabin. A small cosy looking wooden cabin with patio surrounding it. I would go on about how beautiful it was including the bright afternoon sun that dipped into mass of green that haired it - but I didn't. Instead I followed the two into the cabin without a word.

It seemed and smelled clean enough and looked even better. A swirl of neutral colour's and charcoal black themed the room giving it a rustic look and complimented it with modern geometric features. There was no way that this was a safe house. It looks too good.

"Amber..." Jimmy hesitantly said. "You're awfully quiet. Don't you have questions or..." Gabe gave him a look which translated into 'don't push it.' Honestly, I couldn't care less. When I showed too much emotion, I was weak, being unprofessional. Now I showed no emotion at all, it was a problem.

"What's the point?" I shrugged my shoulders. "No one tells me anything aways." I plopped down on the L shaped sofa watching as the pair idly studied me. "I'm not a child. As emotional as I can be, I can also be very passive. So really, it depends on which one you respect more to tell me what I deserve to know." It seemed like muteness was a disease of the guilty rather than cure for rage. "Wow!" I sang the word, looking between the two. They would rather treat as their case rather than a friend or girlfriend.

Was I gullible or what? - to think that these people cared. What point was it to hide the truth even if we were physically running away from it. The only difference is when the truth leaks, its floods and drowns all in its path, washing away a foundation hat was once good. This time, their respect for me was in the oath of the tsunami.

"Amber," Jimmy spoke up. "There are certain things we were instructed to not disclose with you, given any circumstances." Shifting on one foot to the other and looking at Gabe for support that he clearly wasn't going to get.

"So I can't know what the f'ck is going on in my life because someone said so? Ha. Wow." I sat, knees bent and waved between the two. "And what if the tables were flipped? Whatever you know about me, wouldn't want to know too?" Both opened and shit their mouth like fish out of water, catching them off guard. "Gotdammit, just tell me! I'm tired of being in the dark!" When no one made an effort to do or say anything, I rose, stomping past them like the child they thought I was.  Making my exit as dramatic as possible by stomping harder and faster until I reach the door, yanking it open.

Walking outside, I let the cool breeze hit my face, tussling my hair. Maybe I was being over dramatic, maybe I wasn't. The two people I thought would have my back, thought I didn't even have a backbone to hold. I wasn't some weakling, nor someone who couldn't handle the truth. I was Amber f'cking Frayser. I could do anything. I stared angrily at the greenery, wishing to tarnish it with my rage.

Unsuspectingly, my stomach tingled and churned as I felt him come closer. Only one person could still make me nervous just by being around him - even when I was mad.

That f'cking idiot.

I rolled my eyes. Nevertheless, he was my idiot and I sort of loved him.

"Amber," he said standing in front of me, reaching his arms out to touch me only to miss when I dodged him. "Please come back inside."

"Why?" I asked screwing up my face. "Am I in danger of the f'cking sun?" I turned and pointed to the sky. Really an excuse to not look at him.

"Well, there's getting sunburnt-" I whipped round cutting him off. What did I say about being weak or something? Yeah. He didn't count. I wanted to laugh but held my tongue. I had to show him that I was still mad even though he made my insides feel like a washing machine. "I'm sorry," he surrendered. "But orders are orders. It would just complicate things for you."