This Wrecked Rainbow

Chapter 11

**Authors Note***

Hey guys! I hope you're liking the story! I know I love writing it. But there are going to be some changes, okay, so first off, I thought that it would be easier to imagine the story if you had a visual, so I've added pictures of the main characters, you can only add one picture a chapter so that's just what I will do. Next, I was thinking that it'd be better if I mixed up the point of views. So I'm gonna go through all three of their point of views once in a while, but Amber will still be the main character. Lastly, every couple chapters I will post a song relating to the chapter. That's all I have to say....happy reading! And please give me as much feedback as you can! Thanks!

xoxo Sarah xoxo

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Emily's P.O.V:

I wake up to a pitch black room.

I pushed myself up, sitting straight up on the memory foam mattress. Rubbing my eyes, I blink a couple times, as my eyes focus, I realize where I am. Ambers room.

I scan the dark room. Left to right.

I come across the digital clock, sitting on the nightstand.

Four thirty-six a.m.

Huh. Maybe that's why it's so dark.

Next, I see the mirror. Pictures of Amber and me hanging up everywhere.

I look at my reflection in the mirror. My messy bun is...well...messy. My eye liner is slightly smeared under my eyes.

I continued scanning the room.

I come across the door, that is slightly open, Amber always leaves the door open a crack for her cat, Sammy, to come in and out.

Then the last thing I come across, is Amber.

She looks as if she cried herself to sleep. Her makeup is smeared, bags under her eyes, dried tears on her cheeks, dark marks on her fleece, teal pillow.

I feel horrible.

I didn't mean to hurt her that bad. But I couldn't just fake it. If she found out the big thing I'm hiding...she would hate me for as long as I live.

I swing my legs over the side of the bed. I stumble onto my feet. I make my way over to my moccasins. I grab a piece of paper, a pen and turn on the lamp. I begin to write her a little note.

Once I'm done with the note, I set it in her makeup drawer. I grab my magazines, and slip out the door.

I tip-toe down the hall and peak in Mr. Gails room. He is sleeping as well.

I close his bedroom door again.

I sneak down the stairs.

I come across my bag. I pick it up and sling it on my back. I creep over to the door. I carefully twist the knob and pull it open.

"Mew...meow..." I jump out of my skin. I feel something brush against my leg. I look down. Sammy stands before me, rubbing up against my legs.

I crouch down. "Oh, it's just you Sammy." I rub the orange toned cats back.

I push the fur ball aside so it wouldn't get out.

I slowly pull the front door back open and slip out.

I then walked home.

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Ambers P.O.V. :

I wake up to my dad's voice, "Wakey Wakey, I didn't make you eggs and bakey!!"

Huh...classic dad...

"We're up!!" I shout back.

I sit up, rub my eyes and get off of my bed. I look over at Emily....wait a minute...Emily is, gone? Shit. She probably left after I fell asleep, she probably felt awkward. God damnit!

I hobble off to the bathroom and wash my face before going back in my room to get ready.

I pick out my clothes. I strip down, about to get changed into fresh clothes.

I grab my cream colored v-neck with a decorative pocket over the right boob. I then pulled on some skinny light blue holy jeans and pair them with a cream colored belt. I next slip on some brown combat boots.

I sit down in front of my vanity and begin to brush out my red hair. Its about just above my belly button long. It's naturally curly, so I brush it all out and straighten it.

Lastly, I do my makeup. I open my vanity drawer, and come across a note...from Emily?!

I snatch it up and began to read....

Dear Amber,

     I don't know how to say this but...I don't think we should be friends anymore. It's just that...I can't be friends with someone who is....well...bisexual. It's weird. It would totally damage my reputation. Well...and yours...so..I won't tell anyone...especially Tyler. I'm sorry. Hope you have a nice life. I hope you meet a nice girl. Good bye.

Xoxo Emily

I wipe the tear streaming down my face. How could she do this? I thought she was a true friend.

I stand up and put my hair into a messy bun. I quickly change back into my pajamas. I slowly walk downstairs. My dad approaches me.

"Hey honey...why aren't you changed..where is Emily?"

I fake cough, "She went home because I got sick last night...and she didn't want to get sick." I lie.

"Oh sweetly! Go back up to bed."

Yes, he calls me sweetly. Not sweety but sweetly.

"Are you sure??"

"Positive, now I have to get to work, bye," he kisses my forehead, "get well soon." He leaves out the front door before I can say anything else.

Thank God. I waltz over to the freezer, grab ice cream and a spoon, then go back upstairs.