Amber Lynn has always wondered how people control their emotions so well. No good days or bad days, an 100% bulletproof mood, to have total control over her emotions. It sounds like a complete fantasy to her. But after some experience she realizes...
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~ A m b e r ~
His thumbs were rubbing small circles on my forearms, which was comforting for some odd reason.
"Amber, please tell me the full story." He pleaded with his big green eyes.
I looked away "We have to work..." I trailed off knowing damn well we had plenty of time to prepare for the Information Stations.
"You know damn well we have plenty of time to prepare for the Information Stations." He said repeating my thoughts exactly.
I gaped up at him and he chuckled "You said it out loud."
My eyes widened and I stared at him more. I never say anything out loud by mistake. It's like I was a totally different person around him.
I sighed, "Fine."
And the story begun.
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"Amber you HAVE to call the cops!" He yelled, just like Jan, when I finished the story.
I shook my head violently "No Carter. I don't want to get my name tied into law suits and trials. I want a clear name when I start my-" I cut myself off.
Carter looked at me funny but thankfully didn't ask.
I sighed "just... please don't do anything about this... I don't want to get my name in the mud. I need it clear."
Carted mulled over it for a few moments, like it was his decision to make. Then he nodded. "Okay fine. I won't get you all involved in legal issues." He stated with a slight sigh.
I smiled "Thank you!"
He nodded, then looked up toward the ceiling and thought about something for a moment. "Are the injuries on your hand, lip, and face the only injuries?" He asked looking back at me. I bit my lip nervously, the winced and looked down.
"No." I muttered, barely even speaking.
I felt him step closer "Where else did he hurt you Amber?" He asked in the most serious ton I have hear him sue this entire conversation. It matched the dire look he had on his face when I first told him about any of this.
Slowly, I lifted my shirt.
I heard him take a sharp intake of breath "Shit." He muttered and keeled down to look at my stomach.
"Amber this is fucking bad. Did you go to a doctor?" He asked looking up at me. I shook my head "No I don't need to." I stated matter-a-fact-ly. Like I knew. I just didn't want to go and have to make up some lie about how I got this bruise in the first place.
He sighed but didn't push, then he looked down back at my stomach. "Is this the last injury?" He asked again.
