Try To Get Out Alive (A Jeff The Killer Fanfic) COMPLETED

~Chapter 19: Emily

Chapter 19

Amber P.O.V

I noticed that I have been doing a lot of P.O.V changes, so I will try not to change the P.O.V that often anymore. :D 'Njoy! 

I woke up groggily. 

I stretched, pulling the blanket off of me. The warm, comforting smell of waffles enveloped me and persuaded me to get off of the couch, despite my weariness. 

I crawled off of the couch and made my way around the gorgeous cabin. I admired the chandelier that was up high made out of crystal and antlers. Maybe she was a country person. Lush couches and chairs were splayed throughout the living room, making it more convincing to fall asleep again. 

I ignored the feeling and looked at the polished wooden floor. It was a really nice cabin, every handle, doorknob, and fixture looked like it was made out of wood. It was shiny and polished. 

Does she keep everything in tip-top shape? Or do random girl wander here in the middle of the night? If so, does the lady tell the same story about their parents getting into a car-crash? 

I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts from my head. It does explain a lot, though, how my parents are dead. The parents that are raising me now don't really look like me. My blonde hair doesn't go well with their black-and-brown hair color. Even though I did die it, my hair doesn't relate with theirs. 

My eye color too. Nowhere near my parents. 

I wondered how my twin sister acted. Was she anything like me? Was she more more mature. And most of all, did my parents really love me enough to leave the world? 

Now, that is no way to think, Amber! My parents loved me, even if I only spent a little bit of time with them. I think that they took Kayla with them when they died, because they loved me enough to leave me. 

That's no way to think, either. That's worse. 

Ugh. I felt my eyes water up again. The people who love me and raised me now must love me too much to have adopted me. 

Did they adopt me out of pity? 

"That was me and my family." A voice startled me. I jumped and spun around. The lady was standing there, looking older than she did last night. 

I sighed, realizing it was only her. I turned back to the picture, trying to take my mind off of bigger problems. She continued to speak, but I was not listening one bit, even though I tried. 

"C'mon I made waffles." she said, finally. Exactly what I wanted to hear.

I followed her through the living room and into a small, but cozy, kitchen. 

She flipped two waffles on my plate and handed me syrup and a bad of  chocolate chips.

"Hey, I don't know what you teenagers have on your food these days, don't ask!" she explained, putting a waffle on her plate. 

I went around the big table, that was made out of polished wood, and sat down on one of the many chairs, more like stumps. 

It was a log turned upright, with cushions on the tops. They looked kind of like large, thick mushrooms. I shrugged, taking the chocolate chips and sprinkling them on my waffles, before topping them with a butt-load of syrup.

After wolfing down two waffles, topped with chocolate chips and sprinkles, the lady pulled out her coat and headed out of the kitchen. I followed her out of the kitchen, across the living room, and towards some stairs that led to her giant garage.