Oh no its was happening again i didn't like when this happened we were getting new neighbors.The reason i didn't like when this happened is because they were just another reminder that we would probably scare them away. No we aren't anything supernatural or super perky.
My family was diffrent i shuddered at the thought. I peeked out my window another time and i caught a boy staring right at the house before he could notice me i closed the curtains.
My parents weren't home probably either gambling or getting drunk. First of all my " mother" isn't my real mom my real mom left my father when i was a mere baby. She couldn't get a chance to get me because my father hid me in revenge for her leaving.
I shut my eyes and fell onto my bed. Just then the doorbell rang. Why must life be so cruel
I didnt wanna seem rude so i went to open the door reluctantly
"Hi were your new neighbors" he said directing also at some lady on the porch probably his mom. "Ummm hi" i replied shyly.
"Please accept this as a umm peace offering?" It was true i was also confused weren't we suppose to offer them a pie instead of them to us?
"Thanks i guess welcome to the neighborhood" you wont last long i thought silently in my head
"Can i ask why you decided a pie would bring peace"i said chuckling
"Because my mom makes the best pies in the world" i smiled at the fact that he stood up for his mom
"would you like to come in?" My house wasn't that bad in fact it was pretty awesome and high tech like a dream house.
My 'parents' got it all from gambling so in reality i don't know if we were poor. I was interrupted from my thoughts by them walking in awkwardly. I directed them to the kitchen where they placed the pie on the island.
" my parents aren't home but would you like something" i asked politely
"oh no dear we have to get back to unpacking i just wanted to ask if you could show my son around here tomorrow"
" umm sure" i was confused.
"Wonderful whats your name dear" i saw that he was smirking from his seat i was wondering why though.
" Amber ma'am " i said trying to keep together everything " well my names sylvia and this here is my son hunter"
" oh ok then" they then bid their goodbyes when they left i let out a breath i didnt know i was holding i then went to get a piece of pie mmmmmm pumpkin my favorite.
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"Amber!!! Get down here and make us dinner" i cringed at the sound my 'parents' were home i got up not wanting to get them mad "Coming!!" I yelled i slept on the second floor all alone and they had a bedroom downstairs.
The living room was empty when i got there they were probably in kitchen waiting.
When i walked in they were making out i passed by them not wanting to interupt and took out some meat from the fridge i put it in the frying pan
I made them coffee cause i could obiously see they were drunk. I had already made spaghetti
earlier so i just reheated it i then served them each a portion.They started eating while i stood on the side patiently waiting for them to finnish when my father saw the coffee he was outraged.
"What the hell is this??!!" He said as he threw the mug to the side crap i forgot he doesnt like coffee.
"Coffee" i "you know i prefer soda " he screamed.
"Right away sir" i then grabbed a canned soda and gave it to him.
he then grabbed me by the hair and i winced "Dont forget to not give me coffee again" he pulled harder and i just merley nodded
He slapped my ass "now clean up this mess" as i passed by my stepmom she whispered in my ear "you little slut" i was to angry so i retorted.
"It takes one to know one" she then gasped and slapped me straight across the face
"Harold your daughter called me a slut!" Shit i inwardly cursed.
He then slapped the food plate away and got up he instantly got my hair "dont you dare call your mother a slut" i cringed at the word
He slapped me in the face hard "Now clean up this mess" he roared
"Slut" her step-mom muttered again towards me as he walked away with her.
As soon as they left she started crying
how could they be so cruel?
she cleaned up the mess and sobbed as she walked up the stairs.
Then when she entererd her room and crumbled at the foot of her bed there was a slight breeze so she knew her balcony doors were open she then turned around and saw her new neighbor staring at her, he had intense green eyes.
She got up with her tear stained eyes and was about to close the doors when he speaked to her.
"Can i come over" he looked sincere, too tired to care she nodded she watched as he jumped to her balcony and she climbed to her bed and layed there she was then joined by another body.
"Are you ok" he asked "i guess it happens" she sadly replied her voice was croaky
"What happened?" He once again asked "he slapped because i insulted his wife
It hurt alot"
"I used to be abused" he threw out there my eyes widened "you should do something about it my dad used to hit me and my mom up until she put a stop to it and left"
"I guess thats why my mom left me" i coldly replied
" im sorry" he said.
I waved it off "it wasnt your fault" we then layed there quiet up until he started getting up i did something unexpected
i grabbed onto his hand "stay" i asked unsurely
He could have just kept walking my grip wasnt tight but he stayed he layed with me and i fell asleep in his comforting arms
I wont deny i didnt like it but i did he made me felt secure but i knew that i couldn't automatically trust him.
All the best things in life come in surprises and he was my surprise
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Behind the armor
RomanceAmber is just like all the other girls or at least she trys to be. If you get close to her you would notice that A) her "parents" abuse of her B) no one ever moves in the houses next door to her and when they do they are out of there in a year or...