Night came in and Amber’s mood had not gotten any better. She was in her room, throwing all her stuff around. She was angry. No, she was starving. The crap she had found in the fridge couldn’t be called food. She heard a key; it sounded like it happened right next to her. She heard footsteps and her father saying “I’m home!” She heard him walk to the kitchen and opening the fridge. As he got himself a beer he saw Rachel sitting on the couch. He walked towards her and sank down to her. That’s when he saw the bruisers on her cheek. “What happened? Who did this? Where’s Amber?”...
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