Half a Heart

02

02: At least let me take you out first

"Amber! Come on it's time to go!"

The loud voice startles me in my sleep, causing me to practically jump out of bed. My heart thumps loudly in my chest as I attempt to control my breathing.

Who the hell is screaming at me at 5 o'clock in the morning on a summer day?

Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, my eyes wander around my dimly lit room. As I look around tiredly, my gaze lands on a suitcase beside the door and the usual clutter of clothes.

Wait. My eyes dart back to the suitcase.

"Shit!" I curse. Why didn't my stupid alarm clock wake me up?

I throw the covers off of my body and jump out of bed.

"Amber! Let's go we're already running late!" My dad's voice yells loudly from the base of the steps.

"Coming!" I yell back as I hop around my room in the darkness.

As I attempt to stumble over to my closet to get dressed my toe catches on the leg of my bed and I tumble forwards.

"Crap, crap, crap" I mutter under my breath as I push myself up.

My toe throbs in pain, but I finally make it to my closet. Throwing open the doors, I quickly grab whatever is at the front and throw it on. Once I get changed, I throw my hair up into a messy bun and dart towards the door.

I quickly swing my door open and pull the suitcase out after me. I run down the hallway, my bare feet pounding non the door.

"Crap!" I forgot to put shoes on.

I leave the suitcase behind and run back to my room. I grab the first pair of shoes that I see, which happens to be a pair of pink flip flops and slide my feet into them.

Once again, I bolt out of my room, not looking where I'm going. Within two seconds I'm crashing into something and landing on the ground with a hard thud.

"Shit! Are you trying to kill me?" I half yell, half mumble.

Looking up, I see Danny's light green eyes peering down at me.

"Sorry, didn't mean that. It's the stress talking." I say as I look up at his more or less sober face. Taking his extended hand I let him pull me up.

He opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.

"Can't talk, in a rush. Dad's gonna kill me" I make a move to run down the hallway again but he grabs my arm forcing me to spin around.

"Hey, wait. I just wanted to say sorry. For you know, throwing the suitcase at you yesterday."

I pull out of his grip. "It's alright. Didn't even hurt! See you in two weeks!"

That's a lie. It hurt like a bitch.

I already forgave him though. We each have our own way of dealing with what happened. His just happens to be getting drunk off his ass and shutting people out.

I turn on my heel and bolt down the hallway, grabbing the suitcase as I fly past. The suitcase bumps down the steps behind me as I sprint down the steps.

My dad doesn't been glance in my direction as I come flying towards the front door. He simply turns on his heel and walks out of the door, car keys jangling in his hand.

Assuming that I'm supposed to follow him, I casually walk out after him trying to act like I'm not dying from lack of oxygen.

The hot and sticky summer night air greets me as I step out of the door. A few stars shine above me, as well as the bright full moon which lights up the sky. I take a second to observe, since I've always been fascinated by the night sky.