Hi! If anyone's reading this(LOL), then THANK YOU! This is my first fanfiction and it takes me so long to write each chapter, anyway enjoy :3
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Amber's POV~
I woke up to the bright sunlight shining through the window. It almost blinded me. I check the clock, 7:32 AM. Wow, it's pretty early. But it sounds like no ones awake yet. I get out of bed and creep through the hallway just to see if Ian and Anthony are asleep still. I find Ians room and peek through the door(it was open already), and Oh...my...GOD! Ian looked so adorable when he was sleeping! I hope I don't disturb him. I get my phone out of my pocket and immediately take a picture. I couldn't just leave without taking a picture, he looked so cute. So it seems they're both asleep still, so I decide to play on my iPad. I kind of feel like a bad person knowing they spent so much money on me.
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Time went by so fast, I hadn't realised how long i've been playing Angry Birds and Candy Crush. It's been about an hour and a half since I've woken up. I read the clock again: 8:02 AM. Ugh. Ian's still sleeping. It's so boring without Ian and Anthony being awake. I feel like i've been friends with them forever. Ever since 2006, they have saved me from all the horrible depression I was going through. I feel a tear slip down my cheek, thinking of when it all happened
~Flashback to 2006~
*Talking on phone* "What do you mean you've been using me?!" I cry into the phone
"You've always been a bitch to me, I used you Amber." James said before he hung up.
I ran upstairs to my room, crying. Thinking of all the times me and James had together. They were all fake. I had been so desperate, I hadn't realised what I got myself into. My first ever boyfriend was a selfish, lying son of a bitch! About 5 minutes later, my dad came home at 10 pm, totally drunk. He burst through my door with a belt and handcuffs. I was completely confused until...the horror...the pain....my dad handcuffed me to a metal pole in my room and whipped me with the belt. Then he started stripping me and sexually abused me. Thank Nutella he didn't get me pregnant.
~End of flashback~
'I can't believe him....he hasn't been sober lately. Just completely drunk' I thought to myself.
I got lost in my thoughts Ian suddenly saw me awake and crying, he came in my room and was really concerned.
"Amber? What's wrong? Are you okay? AMBER?!" Ian says in a worried tone.
I started crying. "I-ian......I....'' I couldn't finish my sentance, and just bursted out crying into Ians chest, he hugged me tight and rubbed my back while rocking back and forth.
"Amber, tell me what's wrong." Ian said.
"I-i had the w-worst childhood....I-if S-smosh didn't exist, I-i w-wouldn't b-be here right n-now..." I cry even harder, and I could tell Ian felt bad for me.
"Calm down, take deep breaths...." Ian said and rubbed my back while I was calming down.
~Telling Ian the story
"So..it all began in 2005 when I got my first boyfriend, everything was working out until next year, 2006. I got a phone call from him and told me we were breaking up. He admitted to using me in the past and stealing some of my parents junk. After that my father came home drunk, way far from sober. He whipped me and sexually abused me. I was then going to alot of depression and trauma was developing in my brain, it haunts me everywhere I go. I just can't forget it. Ever since then my parents have abused me, stole my life savings($500), saying they hated me, made me do all the cleaning, laundry, dishes and made me worship them 24/7. They have broken my bones a few times like my arm, leg, fingers and ankles. They only told me they loved me once, and they told me they hated me about 300+ times." I told Ian the story and immediately started bawling my eyes out.
"I have been suicidal a few times in the past, but that has stopped ever since I found you and Anthony's youtube channel. I was told to kill myself when I went into 9th Grade by various students...I honestly don't know what I would have done without you guys." Ian was getting emotional, I could see sadness in his facial expression and he was tearing up. He pulled me into a big hug that last for about 5 minutes.~
