The Young Grey Years: The Words of the Heart {Book Three}

Chapter Five

She laid down on the couch, her head on Christian's legs. It had been a week since the accidental Miscarriage. Her parents and Christian's parents were give them a scolding.

"One, you shouldn't have been on his lap, and two, you shouldn't have been doing anything that could harm your child." Tim growled. They had been at it for hours.

"Alright!" Amber sat up. She stood up. "I was fucking stupid, say it!" She spat. "I don't care anymore." She stomped out. Christian sighed. She opened a bottle of whiskey and walked outside. She sat down outside and took a sip of the whiskey. They walked outside.

"You shouldn't be drinking like that." Christian grabbed the bottle.

"I don't care!" She stood up. "I've had it, I can't deal with the scolding!" She pushed Christian back and an empty bottles of pills fell from her pocket. He grabbed her and slapped her. "Nothing was in it anyways." She walked off to the side of the house were the dogs laid. She sat next to Moose and he laid his head on her lap. She petted his head softly. He yipped lightly.

"Does Amber know about Moose?" Tim asked.

"No, I haven't found a way to tell her yet." Christian sighed. He sat down the bottle of Whiskey. He walked over and sat next to her. "Amber, I have something to tell you." He brushed her cheek. "Moose, he's got a problem." Christian brushed her leg softly.

"He's got Cancer. I know." She leaned on him.

"H-How did you know?" He asked.

"I heard you talking with Elliot." She sniffled softly. He brushed her cheek lightly.

"They say he only has a few months left." He whispered. Moose got up and walked off then collapsed. She scrambled over.

"Moose?' She shook him. He stayed limp. Her eyes went wide. "No, Dammit." She cried. She shook him again. "Moose! Moose!" She cried. She grabbed a hold of his shoulder. "You rotten dog! You were the only thing I had left of Spirit and Cujo!" She cried. Christian brushed her back. "I hate this!" She growled. Her father sighed. "Why does everything happen to me?!" She screeched. "First Spirit and Cujo, then Matt, then Moose." She stood up. She faced Christian. "You're a fucking curse to me!" She raced off. Christian blinked at her.

"She finally made the conclusion?" Her father sighed. They heard a gunshot and Christian froze up. Everyone raced off, James, Lucifer and Chris raced after them. Elliot grabbed onto Christian's arm.

"Don't stand there like a idiot!" He growled. Christian snapped out of it and went after them. Chris stood in lead, scenting the air. He charged off, he came to an abrupt stop and leaped down. He yowled and Lucifer and James scrambled down, they howled loudly and Christian slid down. A wolf laid on top of Amber. She was rasping and wheezing. Blood pooled around her.

"Amber?" Christian breathed. Her gun sat a few inches away, claw marks and bite wounds sat on her.

"She's probably gone." Elliot breathed. She coughed.

"You are dead wrong." She wheezed. Lucifer and James pulled off the dead wolf. She struggled to her feet. "I slipped and the wolf saw me, it leaped and I shot. The blood is not mine." She fell to her knees coughing. "It weighed a ton!" She gasped. Christian sighed and pushed her down lightly. "Hey what are you doing?" She asked. He nudged her into the pond. She stood up.

"You're soaking with blood." He knelt down. He smirked and pulled out his phone. She pulled him in.

"I'm not the only one soaking wet." She smirked. He combed his hair back.

"At lest I didn't kill a child." He growled.

"Actually you did." She spat. "You pulled me onto your lap, you wrapped your arms around me, you stepped onto the clutch. You killed it." She growled.