Please... Save Me (Stud4Stud)

Chapter 14

~Amber's POV~

We pulled up to my apartment complex, music blasting through the speakers. I quickly reached up and turned it down so that nobody would complain. I had to live here, they didn't.

Bolder Ridge wasn't the best apartment complex, but it was the best that my brother, Link, could afford. Not that it was much. He was always drunk off his ass with a needle in his arm. There were even times at which he couldn't keep his hands to himself. And though it scared and disgusted me, I couldn't just leave him. He was still my brother. My blood. And he didn't always know or comprehend that it was me he was....touching.

I mean, I had been through worse. My dad started to beat on me after my mom left a few days before my birthday, two years ago. I was fifteen. She had just found out about Link and my parents had been together for twenty-one years. Link was eighteen at the time.

My dad would get super mad and beat me, telling me that nobody loved me  and that my mother should've taken me with her. I had decided to come out a month later, which only made matters worse. I was starved, beaten, and pimped out so that he could pay the bills.

About four months after I came out my mother past away in a car accident. Someone was texting while driving on the highway and hit the passenger side of the car, pushing her in front of a semi truck. My dad was devastated and began to add things to the mix. It went from him just using his hands, to belts, extension cords, anything nearby.

The abuse went on for about a year before Link found out and asked me to move in. I had all my shit packed up within an hour and was gone before Dad got home from work.

Everything was cool until I found out Link was a junky. The same night he started touching me. I mean, I know that what he does isn't right. That him thinking I'm someone else doesn't really help his case because it basically means that he's a rapist by nature. But, I can't just give up on him. He hates waking up in my bed, and doing it the first time just pushed him want to stay high. He doesn't like hurting me, but he gets high so that he doesn't have to face the reality of what he'd done. I try all that I can to get him off of the shit and into rehab, but he shuts me down every time. I'm just trying to wait it out until I turn eighteen so that I can get his ass admitted and not have to go back to my dad. Just a little longer.

Now, how my brother managed to pay the bills on time, I don't know. Nor is it any of my business. Like I said, I'm just here until I turn eighteen.

I had saved up enough money to get a car and an apartment from little side jobs I do every now and then. They payed good and it was easy work.

"We're here" I said as I watched us pull up to my building. I could see that the lights were on through the patio blinds.

"This you? With the light on?" King asked, pointing to the patio in front of us. I gave a quick "mhm", opening the the car door and stepping outside. I closed the door and went to Kings rolled down window, resting my elbows on the threshold.

"Yo, I'll see you guys later?"

To which I was answered with head nods. I tapped car twice and walked into the breezeway and to my door. It was unlocked, as suspected, and I just prepared myself for the worst.

As soon as I opened the door I saw Link sitting on the couch with a bottle in one hand and his phone in the other. There was about a pound of weed on the table, the same one he had got about a month ago from my "boss" that he never touches. Three syringes, a spoon, a lighter, and a little open baggy of rocks. On the other side of the table lay half a sheet of tabs and an undisturbed jar of shrooms. He looked up at me and smiled, getting out of his seat and walking over to me. I couldn't put up with him tonight. The only reason I came home was to make sure he didn't overdose and or slip into a coma.