She Taught Me How to LOVE

Chapter 17

Arson’s POV

I looked over at Amber who kept biting her lip like she was thinking hard. She finally accepted in trying to find out what my feelings are about. When ever I had the chance I would glance at Amber waiting for her to tell me she made a big mistake but nothing comes out. We are silent the whole ride because I know she wants time to process what just happened. Any girl would be happy I gave them a second look but not Amber she knew my games. When I parked in front of her house I opened up the car door for her. “You won’t regret this I promise.” I told her while bringing her into a hug and kissing her forehead. She wrapped her arms around my torso and leaned her forehead into my chest.

“I hope so” she breathed out.

“You won’t I’ll see you tomorrow okay.”

“Yeah see you.” I swiftly kissed her lips and went back in the car waiting for her to get inside before I sped out towards my house. I really wouldn’t call it a home more like a place of living. When I parked the car I saw no other car was around and proceeded into the house.

“Fuck.” I covered my nose as the disgusting smell of vomit and liquor came at me. I looked around the house and it was completely trashed. There was broken glass on the living room carpet and vomit still on the floor. I stepped around the trash and found my room which I had locked up. I stepped in and shut the door so no one could come in and bother me. Taking my phone out I dialed gran to check up on Em.

“Hello” she spoke.

“Abby how’s Em.”

“Ah Arson she’s alright how are you my child?”

“Good Grandma.” I responded forgetting she hated that word but she didn’t say anything.

“Ah Arson I want to talk to you about something.” She responded in a calm voice.

“And what is that?”

“Well you see I rather not discuss this over the phone how about we talk later this week that sound good?” I wanted her to tell me but if she wanted to tell me later on I was fine with that.

“Sure I’m free tomorrow is that okay?”

“That’s perfect take care Arson.”

“Sure Abby I will.” I hang up the phone and throw it to the bed when I hear the sound of a door opening. I want to stay in the room but it sounds like someone is throwing the furniture around. I go down stairs and a drunk looking women that hardly resembled the mom I once knew was throwing objects around cursing. I wanted to turn around without being noticed but she sees me.

“You” she said pointing at me.

“Yeah it’s me what?” I snapped.

“You’re a little traitor you know just like your father.”