Chapter eight the questions

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I woke up the next day to find that i was in a hospital bed. i looked to my right to see flowers from people i go to high school with. "Amber, are you wake?" "Mmmm" i look to my left to see that faye and lucian sitting next to me. "What happen?" " we had tryed calling your cell phone and after a while we starting freaking out because you didnt answer so we called the police." Faye said. "We went looking for you at your house and found you laying on the beach blacked out and beat up" lucian said. "Hello everyone" we looked at the door and saw a officer. "Hi amber, how are you feeling?" "Ive felt better." "I have some questions for you. Do you think you are ok with me asking right now?" "Ya ho ahead" he walked up and pulled up a chair next to me. "so first off....." "who did this to you." "you must like crime shows" "yes i do and the person that did this to me is my boyfriend zach." "how long has this been going on?" "he starting doing this about three weeks after summer vacation started." "why didnt you tell anyone about this?" "its because he told me he would have done worse to me and the day that this all happened i had write down all the abuse he had done to me and i was going to go the cops." "why do you think he went this far this time." "i had the peice of paper in my pocket and it must have fell out of my pocket and he read it." "what is his name?" "its zach but he never told me his last name." "do you think you can tell a sketch artist what he looks like?" "she can draw what he looks like for you shes a really good artist!" blurted out faye. "can you do that for us amber?" "sure i just need my penicls and sketch pad from home." "ill go get them right now" said lucian. fifteen mintues later he returned. "was your room always trashed amber?" "No. It was perfectly clean when i left." I responded. I suddlen realized that zach got into my house looking for me. i finished the questions with the cop then went back to talking to faye and lucian.

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