Eric couldn't take it anymore.
Justin's screams.
Amber stabbing herself.
The blood.
The guilt.
His body moved before his mind did.
He ran.
Sprinting straight toward Justin's room.
He banged on the door with both fists, voice breaking apart:
Eric:
"Justin! JUSTIN! Open the door—please—PLEASE!!"
Inside, Justin groaned through the pain, exhausted and furious.
The knocking wouldn't stop.
The pounding felt like needles in his skull.
Finally—
he yanked the door open.
Justin stood there, drenched in sweat, eyes wild, marks glowing, breathing sharp.
Justin:
"…what."
His voice was empty.
Drained.
Cold.
But Eric didn't say anything..he just pushed Justin inside his bedroom..holed hus nec and shirt collar pulled towards him
And pressed there lips
Justin: Hmmmmmm
Trying to push Eric
Eric : Hmmmmmm
Tears are falling
At that exact moment—
At same time Jonathan stopped kissing Amber.
Justin's silence reached them.
Everyone turned toward Amber and Jonathan—
And froze.
Amber was drenched in her own blood.
It covered her clothes.
Her arms.
Her hands.
Pooling on the floor beneath her.
Jonathan still held her like he was afraid she'd disappear.
One hand on her neck.
One on her waist.
His palms stained red.
Everyone's breath hitched.
Even Mrs. Devis stepped back in shock.
Jonathan's voice cracked as he looked at Amber—
pleading, terrified, furious.
Jonathan:
"Amber… what the hell are you doing…?"
Amber lifted her eyes slowly.
Her smile wasn't a smile—
just a broken curve on a dying face.
Amber:
"…🙂"
That small expression shattered something inside him.
Jonathan's voice exploded.
Jonathan:
"SAY IT!!"
It was the first time—
the very first time—
he had ever raised his voice at her.
Amber's eyes trembled.
Her voice cracked—
barely a whisper.
Amber:
"…aren't you all…
tired of me being alive…?"
Everyone froze.
Jonathan's grip tightened.
Then quietly
Amber:
"…so I thought… maybe I should jus—"
SLAP.
A harsh, ringing slap cracked through the hall.
Mrs. Devis was the one who did it.
Amber's face turned, blood splattering onto the floor.
Mrs. Devis shook with rage.
Mrs. Devis:
"If you die—
WHAT WILL MY SON AND GRANDSON DO?!"
Amber held her cheek, but her expression didn't change.
Just lifelessness.
Just that empty smile.
Amber:
"…please, Mrs. Devis.
You don't have to pretend.
I know you don't like me.
I know you want me to—"
SLAP.
Harder this time.
Amber stumbled.
Mrs. Devis grabbed her face with shaking hands.
Mrs. Devis:
"Yes.
I don't want you in my son's life."
Silence.
Not even breathing could be heard.
Then she continued—
Mrs. Devis:
"But that does NOT mean
I want you DEAD."
Amber's eyes widened slightly
not in fear.
In disbelief.
Mrs. Devis glared at her.
Mrs. Devis:
"I may hate you.
But my grandson LOVES you.
And my son LOVES you even more.
If anything happens to you…
what do you expect us to do?"
Amber looked away.
Amber:
"…don't act, Mrs. Devis.
Don't pity me."
Her voice was shaking.
Her knees buckled slightly.
Her blood dripped faster.
But she still forced that empty smile.
Amber:
"I know what I am.
And I know none of you want me—"
Jonathan grabbed her face and forced her to look at him.
His voice trembled with anger and heartbreak.
Jonathan:
"STOP SAYING THAT."
Amber blinked, stunned.
Jonathan's eyes were red—
wet—
broken.
He wasn't angry at her.
He was angry that she believed that.
Mrs. Devis looked away, wiping a tear stubbornly.
The children couldn't breathe.
Megan covered her mouth, crying silently.
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