Pain and Perfection

This is the story of Amber Hill. She's your typical eighteen year old girl...except for the fact that she's physically abused by her father, has just lost her mother in a car crash, and that she hates the world. But Amber's in for the shock of a lifetime when she meets the hottest band out there, One Direction. She finds herself falling for the boy who's the least in common with her of all. But will love be enough to bring Amber out of the shadows, or is the pain too much to escape from?
They never said love would be easy.
They just promised that it would be worth it.

*caution, there may be sexual references and even some rated r scenes so be forewarned."


2. A New Beginning

I stay in America for as long as it takes to bury my mother, read her will, and collect the money she has left me. I'm gone as soon as I have enough money to buy a plane ticket.

I call Wilke when I am standing outside of the airport.

"Hello?" Wilke answers. He sounds as if he was just laughing. "Who's this?"

"Wilke, it's Amber. I'm coming to visit you."

"Really?" he sounds delighted. "When?"



The flight to UK is long and silent. I chose a late flight, so everyone else is sleeping. I stare out the dark window, wondering if I should have called Wilke to tell him about Mom's funeral. But I'm sure that Bill wouldn't have let me out of his sight had Wilke come home,and Wilke might've tried to call the cops the moment he saw Bill, which would've made everything worse. I'll have to tell Wilke about mom when I see him, which will not be pleasant.

I try to fall asleep, but my back stings. I've been whipped three times since my mother's death. I was whipped last night. I wonder if I should tell Wilke about Dad. If I am to live with him, he'll see my scars sooner or later. I can't hide it forever.

I decide not to. The longer I can put it off, the better.

I don't sleep for the remainder of the trip. Something, I'm used to. I almost never slept at home. Living in constant fear does that to you.

When I walk off the plane, I am cold, tired, and in a lot of pain. I am looking for a pay phone to call Wilke when I hear him calling my name.

He enfolds me in a hug, which has me crying out in pain. He doesn't seem to notice.

"It's been too long, sweetcheeks!" Wilke exclaims, pulling back to grin at me widely. "Where's mom? Did she come with you?"

I shake my head, tearing up. He notices and lays his hands on my shoulders. I flinch again, because there are bruises there as well.

"Ambs? What happened?"

I pull away from him, resenting the pitiful tone of his voice. I thought I'd be happy to see Wilke, but I'm angrier than ever at him. "She's dead," I say harshly, and the pain and shock that flits over his face pleases me.


The car ride to his flat is silent at first. He doesn't ask me why I didn't call him sooner. He isn't mad at me for not telling him about the funeral.

But when we are almost to his place, he says, "So I reckon this isn't just a visit?"

I shake my head.

"What about college?"

"Didn't apply anywhere."

"Well, why not?"

"No money."

"What about scholarships?"

"I'm not as smart as you and I stopped playing sports a long time ago," I reply irritably.

"Well, I could've helped mom out with finance," Wilke offers.

"Well, that doesn't matter now because Mom's dead. Now of you don't want me to stay with you then I'll find someone else."

Wilke stops the car at a light and faces me. " Where the  bloody hell did that come from? Of course I want you to stay with me. But I also want you to get a college education like I did. So we're going to work on college, ok?"

I don't respond. I have no intention of going to college, despite what he says.

We pull into his garage and he grabs the one bag I brought with me.

Inside smells delicious, and a tall, thin brunette walks into the room to greet us.

Wilke's face lights up and he kisses her without speaking. I glower at them in distaste and set off to find my room.

"Hey, were you going?" Wilke chuckles, pulling away from his fiancée. "Too much loving for you?"

He's obviously teasing, but I don't find it funny.

"Just thought I'd find a room since to cant seem to."An awkward silence fills the air at my hostility. I turn to leave again, but the girl speaks up in a British accent, "I've been dying to meet you, Amber." I flinch at her choice of words. "Wilke has told me so much about you. I'm Gina."

"Yeah, my mother was dying to meet you as well," I say scathingly. "Literally."

"Amber," Wilke snaps.

"You know, I think I'll go for a walk." I drop my bag with a loud smack against the floor and walk out of the room.

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