‘Your eyes. Your soul. Your existence.’Amber's P.O.V My eyebrows furrow together at Xion's words as my negative thoughts begin to take over. "How long does Zac usually take to respond? Like at what point should we start becoming worried?" I question, seeing as he felt as though this behavior was completely normal. There's a faint pause in conversation as Xion can be heard clicking harshly against his controller, clearly still more interested in his game than us. "Zac responds whenever he wants but he'll get back to me. It's only been like an hour." He says nonchalantly , causing me to grow slightly irritated. It's been an hour too long. I need some type of confirmation that him and Jack are okay. Or atleast alive. I shake my head in clear annoyance as I begin to focus my attention back onto the pile of clothes before me, no longer wanting to talk to Xion. Gianna finishes up her co
Amber's P.O.VJack has to say something to me soon.Xion has to have some type of information.Other wise I'll have to take this to the police. I really don't want to considering everything that Jack has told me before but they're the only ones that might be able to actually help me. I release a deep breath of air before turning off the light and exiting the bathroom, only to be met with more darkness. I walk cautiously through the dark room, allowing the sounds of Jovana's soft snores to guide me to the direction of the bed. My leg eventually comes in contact with the mattress, having me find my place on the bed before climbing in and making myself comfortable. After a few minutes, my body eventually begins to relax against the soft bedding, causing me to release all the tension that has built up inside of me regarding today. I then close my heavy-lidded eyes before allowing sleep to eventually overtake me.The Next Morning My eyes slowly open as the
Amber's P.O.V*One week later*One week.It's been an entire week and I still haven't heard anything from Jack. Gianna refuses to help me and honestly, I'm not sure if we're even friends anymore seeing as she continues to avoid me every chance she gets. Luca is the only person who seems to care about me right now as he's been a really big help with everything. Even though Xion didn't want me to go to the police, I felt as though it was my only option considering the circumstances. I filed a missing persons report once we reached the 72hour mark of their absence and I made sure to give the police all the information that I knew leading up to their disappearance. I told them about Jack leaving in a hurry.The set of coordinates he wrote down and the man we saw breaking into his apartment with his car. I'm hoping that they're able to do something with that information in order to find Jack and bring him back to me. I've been worrying myself sick without him. The only thing that's
Amber's P.O.V *One Month Later* I'm awoken by an extremely loud banging noise coming from the outside of Jovana and I's bedroom. I immediately sit upright, feeling fear shoot throughout my body as I try to make out what I just heard. "Jovana wake up!" I say in a hushed tone as I place my hands over to her side of the bed, only to be met with nothing but empty space. I inhale a sharp breath before turning on the lamp beside me having me slowly stand to my feet. "Jovana?" I call out as I cautiously make my way to the bedroom door. My fingers slowly twist the door handle open, allowing me to be met with nothing but a dark and empty space. I take a small step into the area before scanning my eyes around the room. "Jo... are you in here?" My shaky voice calls out as I squint my eyes in order to help them better adjust to the darkness. As I look over towards th
Amber's P.O.V Jovana arrives at the Halloween store before pulling into a vacant parking spot and turning off the car. I follow her into the building, having her immediately lead us over to the adult costumes. "Okay, so what do you think we should be for the party tonight?" She questions as she scans over all the different options. I shrug my shoulders at her with uncertainty, finding little interest in the costume selections. "I'm down for whatever, I'll let you pick our outfits." I say. Jovana smiles in satisfaction as I speak those words, seemingly very happy that she would have the final decision. I follow her throughout the store, watching as she picks up a bunch of different items. "I'm thinking Kim Possible and Shego. What do you think?" She asks. I shrug my shoulders at her nonchalantly, not really having too much of an opinion. I could care less what we wear to this party.I just w
*Grab your flashlights! Things get really dark from here.* “Fooling everyone, telling them she’s having fun.” -Lana Del ReyAmber's P.O.V I climb into the crowded SUV before being pulled onto some random guys lap as there were no vacant seats available for me. The guy driving the car turns the music back up, having my body slightly vibrate due to its somewhat intense bass. I flicker my eyes a couple of times, allowing them to adjust as I look up at the dark haired guy staring down at me. "I really like your costume." The guy whose name I don't care to know says over the music as he pulls me further down onto his crotch. "Thank you." I say into his ear as I wrap my arm around his neck, smiling as I pretend as if he were Jack. I feel the guy sitting on the other side of the car grab onto my legs before pulling them
Amber's P.O.V I look down at my reflection in the water through my blurred vision, before wiping away my fallen tears. My eyes scan around the party surrounding me, looking at the different individuals dressed up in costumes. I hate everyone here. Everyone knew about the two students from campus that went missing, it was all anyone ever talked about once it hit the news. Yet no one cared enough to actually help me look for them. I hate this campus I hate this sorority I hate this pool I hate everything!!! With shaky hands, I use the tile underneath me to bring myself back to my feet. Slowly I begin to walk away from the pool, stumbling slightly in the process as I go to find myself more alcohol in order to push away all of my sorrows. Why isn't anything strong enough? Why do I keep fucking thinking about Jack?! I need something more. As I begin to walk towards the back door in order to reach the inside of the house I feel someone ac
*TRIGGER WARNING*Jack's P.O.V My eyes bore into her watery ones, feeling an array of different emotions cast over me as I tighten my grip around her neck. One month. That's all it took for her to forget about me? I thought about her every single day while I was in that fucking bunker. Not a day went by where I didn't think about her, yet she was here, getting drunk, dressing like a whore and fucking other guys. "Jack?!" Her pathetic and drunken voice calls out, only causing more anger to course throughout my body. They told me to kill her. They told me to fucking kill her after going to the police and getting all of Zac's intel compromised. How stupid can she be? Now she's a fucking liability. If it weren't for her I would've been back a long time ago. If it weren't for her I wouldn't have had to fake my death. Now it's going to be even harder to protect her from Zac's family. But honestly, why should I? She probably did all of this shit on pu