Amber and Xavier Extracts

Lynch & Emerald

Lynch & Emerald
POV: Xavier
Part 1
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I drive Lynch and Emerald to school making sure I'm going at a suitable speed. Emerald loves when I go faster then usual, speeding past all the other cars as she squeals in excitement from the backseat, unlike Lynch who's always gripping tightly onto the car seat next to her, poor guy. Stereotypically, you'd think it would be lynch who enjoys the roars of cars and all the violent gang stories i tell because he's a boy of his certain age. It turns out Emerald was and still is more interested. We called her Emerald due to the colour of her eyes, exactly the same colour as mine. When she was born we could tell straight off that Emerald would be the perfect name for her. As she grew up she became more and more interested in cars, I would always take her into the garage and her eyes would widen with delight at the variety of vehicles and their colours. I think my classic red Ferrari was always her favourite because she would skip to that one first and admire the shiny red paint-coating. The stories about when i used to be in the north side gang seem to be one of her favourites. She would beg me to tell her everything, Amber would always catch me telling her the most violent parts saying that she's 'far too young to be hearing violent gang stories' in which I would reply with
'but you were involved in gangs too so you're no better then I am' adding my famous smirk.
No-one would ever be able to love hearing the stories of how me and Amber first met more then Lynch though, and how I fell more and more in love with her every time I saw her. Sometimes i still can't believe we're married and I get to call her mine. We decided on the name 'Lynch' as a remembrance of someone who used to mean a lot to Amber, they both enjoyed art and painting which brought them closer together, but also their bubbly personalities. When he was killed, i remember Amber being devastated and it killed me inside seeing her feel this way. Even years after his death she would mention how she missed the curliness of his hair. Poor kid, he didn't deserve to be wrapped up in gangs and meet his end at such a young age. As the years went by, painting became his hobby and he would paint 24/7, using the wide variety of colours from the watercolour pallet he received from Amber on his 7th birthday. He would proudly come downstairs into the living room with his head held high and show off his paintings, as me and Amber cheered and clapped for him. Emerald would roll her eyes and then disappear back into the garage before Amber could say anything. All I know is that Lynch is going to break hearts some day with those paintings of his. I arrive outside the school gates,
'bye dad, i love you' Emerald kisses my cheek then hops out the car and runs through the gates to join her group of friends. I look behind me expecting to see two empty seats, but my smile fades as Lynch remains in his looking at me with those innocent eyes of his. I know these eyes and they aren't ones of happiness.

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to be continued
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