Dreams can teach lessons.

Amber is at her boyfriend George's party. People call her Slut, Bitch, Alcoholic and druggie, but does she care? Her mother died and she chose the wrong path, now she is faced with a decision.
Choose to carry on the life she lives or live the life she was meant to have.


4. Door 3.


We were in George’s house, in his room to be in specific, his bed lay in a crumpled heap, and books scattered his desk. It was dark, but I could just see. “Now, he won’t see or hear you in this door, and I want to make it clear, this is something that has already happened, but he often dreams about it, in horrible disgusting ways.” She shuddered and wiped the inside of her glasses. “What do you mean?”

“Just watch the door.” She bit her lip, we waited and eventually the door swung open and in walked George, clung to him was a girl, face practically glued to his. For a moment I thought it was me. But when he threw he on the bed I realised I was wrong.

It was Libby, a girl from school. Her long black hair blended in with the shadows, her denim skirt barely covered her up. She grinned at him. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” George told her before he kissed her neck. “So what, she won’t find out.” She ran her hands through his light brown hair, twisting it in her slender fingers. “That Bitch!!!” I went over to him. “You are a cheat!!!!!” I roared in George’s ear, but he never even noticed.

“What if she finds out?” His voice was low, but I could tell he didn’t actually care if I found out. “She sleeps around, why can’t you? Plus she is in love with that guy...” She snapped her fingers. “Charlie!”

“What! I am not!” that was a lie, why would she say that? “I think they are just friends. “ George commented. “But you’re a boy; you guys can’t tell if a girl is interested in you. Sometimes a girl doesn’t know but for everyone it is obvious she fancies him.”

“Charlie is my best friend you cow!!! I would never ruin that! He doesn’t even like me in that way!” I was mad. If she thought that, did everyone?

“How do you know that Amber?” This was getting annoying I didn’t know what to call her I wasn’t going to call her Amber. Instead I will call her A. “I just do A.” She looked at me for a moment, and then shook her head. She must have realised that’s what I was going to call her because there was no way in this crazy world I was calling her Amber.

I looked back at George; he was lying on top of Libby, kissing her collarbone. “Please can we go? I don’t want to see anymore.” I could feel tears nipping at my eyes. “You don’t know what’s going to happen.” She spoke irritated. “It’s not half obvious!” I looked away from them and directly at her. “Just watch.” I refused to, the image of her and him kissing was imprinted in my mind.

I took a glance and saw her pulling off his shirt before kissing him, it made me feel sick. “When I see you George you are in so much trouble!” I wanted to hit him, but couldn’t. They rolled across the bed, limbs tangled together. “Can we go yet?” I snapped, she stood motionless. He pulled off her top and then her skirt. “I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, and that got her attention. George looked about the room as if he heard me and then continued. “Please.” I begged her and she nodded, the room vanished along with the dark secret it holds.

I fell to my knees, my hands covered my eyes. I felt the hot flush and the tears gushed out. I tried to take big breaths but that only made it worse. He cheated on me, how many times has he? I would never, no matter what Libby says, he should have trusted me, I loved him. I know I was rough around the edges, but I would never cheat.

A came towards me and placed a hand on my shoulder, I expected this was an attempt to comfort me. A tear slid down her face. “What you crying about?” She rubbed away my tears, looking into my bloodshot eyes. “I am you, you had feelings for him, so did I, but I didn’t love him.” she gave a weak smile. “He was bad news, I always shouted that to you, but you blocked me out, ignored my input and as you grew to know him I did have feelings for him. I didn’t love him, didn’t like him, but I hated the fact he was hurting you. I did feel for him, because you did. But I knew he would hurt you. I wish you listened to me Amber.”

She pulled me into a hug, making me cry even more. “He was a bastard Amber! Forget about him, you deserve someone better.” She was right, but how much of that did she mean? Was it all so she could comfort me, or to comfort herself? She pulled away. “I was always good to him.” I whispered. “I know but your rep doesn’t do anything for you.” She pushed my hair back.

“Come on let’s keep going.”

“I don’t want to.” I still kneeled on the ground. “Amber it can only go up from here.” She pulled me off the ground and towards the next door on our tour. 

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