Life According To Amber Lynn Haner

*Amber's POV*

When we got home, I continued slamming doors, hoping it would strike a nerve. It did, and Dad was mega pissed off at me, and I was mega pissed off at him, so we were even.

"Enough, you're going to break something!" He said, raising his voice. Time to get my claws out.

"Oh IM going to break something? I think you've just broken the friendship I had with the only teenager able to put up with me! Ash was the only kid I've ever net that hasn't pulled on my piercings or my hair, who hasn't beat the shit out of me, who hasn't verbally abused me, and most of all, who got to know me, who brought me out of my shell. Why couldn't you see that? Why couldn't you see that he maid me happy?" I cried, my eyes hot with tears.

"Stop, just stop! I'm trying to help you, because believe me, I don't want to lose the daughter I've only met nearly two months ago. I'm sorry, I just don't want you to get hurt."

"I..whatever, I'm going to bed. I've school tomorrow.." I muttered 'goodnight' and went upstairs, throwing on my pyjamas and sneaking up onto the roof. I always sit up there these days, it just clears my head.

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I sat up on the roof for the best part of two hours, looking at the night sky and just trying to get myself into perspective. I'm not going to lie, I've been crying a lot, and quite frankly I'd love nothing more than a glass of Coors Light and lemonade. The sky was clear, and the stars were shining bright, bright enough to make me smile a little.

I pulled out my phone with the intention of putting on some music, when something caught my eye; no missed calls or texts from Ash. Great, he really does hate me. Tears started pouring from my eyes again like Niagra Falls, but I quickly wiped them away. I ended up putting on the song Amber Lynn by Mayday Parade, as mom got Derek Sanders to write it about me. They were friends in high school, and I knew him pretty well too.

"I knew I'd find you up here. You never go to bed this early." Dad said, sitting down next to me. I paused the song, and shoved my phone in the pocket of my hoodie.

"Yeah.." I mumbled, wiping my eyes again. I should've really brought my glasses (really big black over-sized ones, and I love 'em) out with me, as they would've his the fact that I haven't stopped crying.

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?"

"A million times a thousand."

"Are you serious?"

"No, obviously not."

"Good, because we might be here for a while."

"Maybe.." We were quiet for a few minutes, and I continued blinking back tears, really wishing for that Coors Light/Lemonade.

"Do you forgive me yet?" He asked, breaking the silence, which I was slightly thankful for.

"I guess.." I replied quietly, staring at the city lights ahead.

"I hope so, because the guys are worried. They said they're afraid you'll be so mad that you'd take off and live with your grandfather back in Denver."

"What makes you all think that?"

"I don't know..you just snapped..it was kinda worrying, if I'm honest."

"I'd never leave, I love it here.."

"You do?"

"Of course, since I've been here, y'all have shown me that not everybody's bad, and that I actually have family that love me.."

"We did?"

"Yeah, you did. I'm not leaving, whether y'all like it or not, I'm here to stay. Huntington Beach is my home now, and I'm intent on staying here."

"Well I'm happy about that, because I don't want you to leave."

"Well you're getting your wish."

"Good, I'd better be." He put an arm around me and kissed the top of my head, and I hugged into his side.

"I'd better actually go to sleep now, I'll be like a bitch in the morning."

"Don't I know it!"

"Ha-ha, very funny. G'night, love you."

"Love you too." And then I climbed in my windows and he climbed into his.

Notes

Remembering Sunday by All Time Low makes me cry a lot, I'm not even kidding

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