Amber's bedroom above

Amber's P.O.V

"Look Miss Hutton, I only want to ask you a few questions. Can you do that for me?" The officer said gently but with serious authorities within his voice, screaming dominance and power.

I nod my head weakly but stared down at the floor ashamed.

We are all back home and not even an hour later, police barge in a demand to question me about what happened. My whole family was furious because they have only just got me back, but the officers were not backing down and wanted answers immediately from me.

We are all seated in the living room and I was facing the officer, my brothers beside me, holding my hand and rubbing my back reassuringly.

"Miss Hutton, what was the relationship between you and Mr Jones?" he asked and jotted something on his leather sleeved notepad, with a shiny silver pen with what appears to be his initials on it. It looks like a typical secret Santa present you would give to your colleague that you don't like very much.

I tapped my foot and a shooting pain of hatred shot up within me. I wasn't mad at the officers of the case, I wanted to hug each of them personally and tell them how sorry I am.

I hated myself.

I hated myself for putting innocent people that I care deeply about at harm and gave them unnecessary pain and sorrow because of my stupidity and naivety. I should be old enough to know a bad character, but I was stupidly blinded by fake teen love. The fact that I gave this man my everything and exposed myself for his eyes to see, then take away my innocence...its sick. And it's all my fault.

"He was my boyfriend," I said quietly, tears threatening to fall but I keep them back like a big girl.

"Tell me what he was like when you first met him in person." A small smile tugged at my lips at the memories.

"He was so...kind, handsome and very adventurous and outgoing. He would tell me crazy stories he would get up to, and all the adventures he would go on. I was instantly intrigued by him and wanted to know more. He acted just like when we would text each other, funny, jokey and...special." I said, whimpering at the end. Jason gave me one of his warm hugs and kissed my cheek. I leant into him and breathed in the clean air, nothing like the air in the motel rooms and the car we were in, it would always smell of drugs and alcohol.

The officer was writing down notes and occasionally glanced at my expression, probably thinking... "Another love sick delusional teenager experiencing their hormones and craving older men to party with and have fun." I shook my head at this, they're always the same. Judgemental.

"Did you love Mr Jones?" the officer said unexpectedly, completely throwing me off guard and shifting uncomfortably. My dad seemed to notice and shot up and out of his seat.

"What does that have to do with all this? Can you please question my daughter another time because she needs the rest." Dad said sternly whilst picking me up and placing me on his hip like he would do since I was a baby.

The officer huffed and nodded his head.

"I will come back tomorrow to question your daughter further. The faster we do this, the quicker we can gain more evidence against Mr Jones and have him behind bars for a very long time." He said then left the house.

The thought of Finnick going to jail forever made my heart skip a beat in happiness, I would never have to see, hear or meet him ever again. My life would be better off without him around me.

He has already taken so much of me and destroyed pieces of me that I will never get back.

I rested my head against dad's shoulder then pretended to look sleepy, trying to make him deposit my body onto my bed and leave me alone with my new one true love...

My heroin needles.

"Does my baby want to sleep?" Dad whispered against my ear and kissed it gently, looking at me as if I was an injured puppy in need of love and affection.

Which I wanted and needed, but not in this moment.

I nod my head and pretend to look tired, making my breathing turn quiet and gentle and my eyes drooping. I hear my mom 'Aww' in the background and hug Jason and Isaac with love in her eyes, staring at me and dad embracing properly for the first time in nearly a week in this house.

And it was pure bliss, but one urge was growing much stronger.

I needed it inside me.

"Can I go to bed dada?" I asked sweetly, using the nickname for when I want to be cute and convince him to do something for me, and it worked every time.

I had my family wrapped around my little finger.

"Of course princess." He said and begun our journey to my bedroom. We reached my white door and dad pushed through it. I looked around and my room and it looked much different from when I left it. The atmosphere was a lot more depressing and a strong feeling of suffering and pain was lingering and sticking to the walls. My bedsheets had been changed and they were slightly wrinkled, showing that people had been sitting on it.

Dad turned my bedside light on and pulled away my pink and white covers, placing me gently inside and tucking in the sheets tightly, as if I was going to run away again.

He stroked my hair and pulled away stray pieces and pull it behind my newly pierced ears. I haven't told my family anything that has happened yet, and I was planning on telling them tomorrow, but missing out some minor details like the fact that I am in possession of a highly addicting drug that is killing my insides. They don't need to know about that stuff!

"Y-you ha-ave a pier-rcing?" Dad stumbled out, seeing the hurt and pain in his eyes. I nod my head and touched the piercing that Finnick done himself on the third day I was with him. We both got ear piercings and because we didn't have any earrings, we bent staples and put them in our new ear holes instead and bent them to look like hoops, genius if you ask me!

"Do you hate it?" I ask innocently and touched my newly pierced ears, dad shook his head quickly and stumbled on his words once again.

"Was the needle sterilised-d?" He asked me with worry and concern on his face. I nodded my head and I could see him sigh with relief. Truthfully, I didn't know if the needle was sterilised or not, Finn just coated it in alcohol and then stabbed it in my ear, I hope its okay. I needed to tell dad what he wanted to hear because it was just easier than telling him my doubts.

"Okay honey, now go to sleep, you have had a hard week and we all want you to get better my angel!" He said whilst stroking my hair with a huge warm smile on his face. Looking so glad to have his daughter where she belongs.

"Goodnight dad," I mumbled and shifted to get comfortable.

"Goodnight princess." He kissed my forehead and turned my light off, walking towards my door and finally leaving me alone for the first time since I have been back.

As soon as I heard the door click shut, my eyes were alert and wide open, looking for my happy medicine to help me relax.

I walked to my bathroom and brushed my teeth, changing into comfy clothes and brushing my hair into a ponytail. Then crouching down below my sink and staring up at the duck taped needles, hidden carefully under the sink and ready to be injected.

I smile up and peeled away the duct tape, removing one of the eight needles I have. I stand back up and look in the mirror, looking back at a girl that has changed since she left and ran away, now seeing a girl that has dark bags under her eyes with an uncontrollable desire to inject heroin into my blood and let the rush take over my mind and engulf all my senses hostage.

I smile remembering the feelings I got whenever I took a shot of it.

Then without a second thought, I found a vein in my arm and pressed the needle hard against my bruised skin, pressing down on the plastic pump and letting the black addicting liquid fill my veins up and take my mind to another place far from here, up in the clouds where nothing can harm me.

I then taped the empty needle where it was before and walked back into my room, getting into my bed and letting the drug take over.

*****

What do you think is going to happen next for Amber and her family?

Is Amber strong enough to fight her addiction?

What are your feelings about her current situation?

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-Mari