Redheaded Bliss

Markus Was Right.

The drive to Danville killed me. Anxiety washed through my body in waves, constantly. How the hell was I supposed to know where she went? I knew nothing about Danville and it was so far away. It was my second hour of driving when I realized I was so anxious and nauseous I had to pull over. I doubted Amber's phone was on but I dialled her number anyways.

"Hello?" A man answered the phone.

"Who is this?" I tried to keep my confusion and anger out of my tone.

"You called me."

"Who the hell is this??"

"You're looking for Amber?"

"Yes, how do you know her?" I was getting pissed off; he had answered not none of my questions clearly.

"I'm her ex." Why the hell is she there? I thought.

"What's your address?"

"I live on Martin and 3rd, but-"

"Okay bye," I said quickly, hanging up. I put the address in the GPS and pulled back on to the road.

I drove for an other hour before I pulled into the driveway of Amber's ex. I got out and slammed the door. Walking on to the porch step, my anxiety turned into anger. I pounded on the door and stepped back.

He stepped out on the porch and rolled his eyes.

"You need to learn to let people finish before hanging up."

"Where the fuck is Amber?" I asked, trying not to gape at him. He was the least attractive man I had laid eyes on. He had a thin head and a beard that was braided. And worst of all, he was short. And ginger. The fucker was ginger.

"She left this morning. She left her goddamn shoes and phone and purse. You take them." He handed me her things and I put them in the suburban.

"So she could be anywhere?" I sighed and the nausea returned. What if something bad happened? I kept asking myself.

"Yeah. I think she might be at the same place she always ends up."

"Where??"

"She used to hang out by the river all the time. After a crazy or fucked up night she would go there."

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When we got to the river I immediately found Amber. She was sitting on a bench, chipping the paint off of the wood. She immediately shrunk when she saw me.

"Why the hell are you here?" Her expression went blank and I knew she was keeping something from me.

"Can he leave please?" She asked, daring not to look at either of us.

"Why?" I asked.

"I'm not comfortable around him."

"How the hell are you not?" Andrew asked. I had learned his name on the way here.

"I don't want you near me okay?"

"That's not how it was last night, Amber," Andrew replied. What?? I thought.

"What happened last night?"

"Nothing," Amber said a little too quickly.

"Amber? Tell me."

"We slept together..." I went numb. Even though she wasn't mine, I felt betrayed. "Belinda, I-"

"I don't wanna hear it right now. Goodbye, Andrew." I started walking to the suburban. As soon as Amber sat in the passenger seat I started driving. Markus was right.

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Sorry it was so short, I keep messing myself up, brainstorming for the next chappie. Love you all, thanks for reading!!! ❤