The dogs were happy to see me as usual, but I had other things on my MIND. I wondered if Amber was ok and if I should have protected her. It had only been about half an hour since I saw her. Please let her be ok.
This nagging feeling in my head would not go away. So I picked up my bass and started to play. I played most of the songs we would be playing on tour but when I started to play saviour.. I couldn't help but cry a little. I should have helped her.
At about midnight my PHONE went off indicating I had a text message. I assumed it was from one of the guys so I went to reply. When I opened it, it wasn't the guys it was from twitter. It read " @AshleyPurdy Hey Ash it's me Amber. I just wanted to say I am happy I got to meet you and I am sorry that I won't be able to see you or the rest of the guys. This may be my last night alive, so I just wanted to tell you thanks for talking to me and I hope I get.... to....see...you...again @AmberFerguson"
That fucker!? He hurt her. I had to try and find her. I tweeted her back. "@AmberFerguson where are you?" Then I called Jinxx.
Jinxx: hello?"
Me: "Jinxx meet me in five"
Jinxx: "sure, be there soon"
I hung up to wait for him to arrive. The whole time all I could THINK was for Amber to see my tweet. I needed to know where she was in order to be able to save her. Then I heard a knock at the door.
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Rescue Me
FanfictionAmber's life is a living hell, after her mother passes away her dad kicks her out for liking "hell" bands. Amber works as stripper to keep the hell hole she calls an apartment until one day one person helps her. After giving him a lap-dance Ashley f...
