Green-minded (EDITING) ✔

T W E N T Y - O N E: Amber

*Two years later*

My life is empty.

That's how I describe my story-- meaningless, exhausted, and dry.

It's been years but the pain's still the same. Like a movie on a fast forward pace, my memories with Tony comes rushing to me.

Reminiscing the past makes me smile, laugh, and then cry buckets of tears in the end but I can't now. This is not the right time. It's funny, I've met so many new faces, been to a lot of places but he's just there, in the corner of my heart, and I can't get him out of my life, in spite of his betrayal to me.

With just the perfect timing, LANY's Malibu nights plays on the background.

I've got way too much time to be this hurt.

So true.

Somebody help, it's getting worse.

Oh please.

What do you do with a broken heart?

If I know the answer, I won't be like this, right?

Once the light fades everything is dark

Of course. Duh.

Way too much whiskey in my blood

Not whiskey, I prefer vodka.

I feel my body giving up

Yeah, right.

Can I hold on for another night?

I have to, or else mom and grandma will miss me so bad.

What do I do with all this time?

"Could you please give us three glasses of beer here, miss beautiful?" A bald man with a young face, maybe on his late 30 raises his hand, showing three fingers up.

That's what I gotta do with all this time, I've got to work, work, work.

I approach him, "Yes, three glasses of beer and anything else?"

He sniggers at me, his eyes sweep throughout my whole body as if he's imagining me naked. Yuck. No, I don't like those piercing eyes staring at me.

"Yes." He smirks and caresses my ash gray-colored, short curly hair, pinches my cheek, and then he gave a quick, hard slap on my behind using his other hand.

Shocked but I didn't react. This always happens to me but I don't do anything. Why? It's tiring, everything's exhausting.

"Okay. Beer. Coming right up." I say stoically, his group cackles like chickens as I turn around and leave.

I reach the tall, handsome man at the counter, telling him the customer's order. His porcelain white skin is beaming even though it's the middle of the night. He's like a guy who just came out straight from the cover of a fitness magazine. He's so hot which this is why this bar is packed with ladies all the time.

"What's up? Did they do something to you?! I can kick them out of here. Just say the word." Travis interrogates me, his green eyes exploring mine as if he wants to read my mind. He displays his elbow on the table, showing his big, brawny arms.

"Nothing." I am utter emotionless. Travis is my boss, he's the owner of Bayview Bar and Restaurant. At first, I applied as a singer but it didn't work out. Same old story, I can't sing because my fear got the best of me. Good thing that Travis is kind enough to accept me, providing me a roof over my head. I currently work as a waitress here and got free lodging with four other girls.

"Don't give me that shit. I know something's going on." He tilts his head to stare into my eyes. He's got a sculpted body, like a man who spends most of his time at the gym, but his face is so cute like a baby and his eyes are the gentlest I've seen in my entire life.

"Just let them be." I smile then turn my back at him after Lucas, the bartender, hands me the tray with three glasses of beer.

"You drive me nuts. Really."  His facial expression turns to a worried look. I don't want Travis to get involved anymore, his business suffers losses because of me. He's gotten into fights to save me but I won't let that happen again.

Serving the glasses of beer, the same customers sneer at me. I smile at them, trying to keep my composure.

I was about to leave when the bald man stands up, placing his arm around my shoulder, and pulls me closer to him. He's smaller than me so his disgusting breath that reeks with alcohol fans my neck. His lips turn up into a mocking smirk. A cold shiver raises down my spine and anger chokes my throat, but I just stood there like a statue with my face devoid of any emotion.

I'm like a robot, like a woman in a trance, like a lifeless puppet.

I always smile but I'm not happy. I laugh but nothing's funny for me. I live but I'm like a zombie.

Wanting to start a peaceful life, away from all my haters, away from my past, I gained a new identity. This is the new me-- Amber Cole.

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Note:

Hello, Lovelies!

This is it! This is another chapter of Ash and Tony's lives. Or should I say, Amber and Tony's?

Thanks for sticking around. Things will now get spicy and exciting. Yiii. I'm so thrilled!

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