Remember When...(TM,DLG)•CTE fanfiction•

Chapter 5: Revenge

*Amber*

"Where have you been?! We've been looking all over for you two," Andy shouted, and I flopped on the couch.
"We met my father, and we found out that the lady that gave me the address murdered my mother," I answered, giving him a fake smile.
"If you would've gone, he would've thought his other daughter is a slut," Brandon made up another reason.
"That's another reason why we didn't tell you," I nodded, and Mitchel came in slowly, looking at me with so much wonder.
"What did he tell you about me?" Mitchel asked limping to the couch. I made space for him to sit, and I just mentally prepared myself.
"He's not your biological dad, but he did raise you knowing he didn't make you," I explained sincerely.
"So I'm your step-brother?" Mitchel asked, and I smirked.
"We don't have to be. If you knew me ever since we were little, saved my life at that bridge, and looked for me when not even my father did, you mean more than a step-brother to me," I grabbed his hand firmly, giving him a complete smile. He smiled back at me, and he tightened the grip on my hand.
"Thank you," he whispered kindly, and I just nodded.
"We're going to find out more of our past. When you heal, I'm going to take you to our father," I determined, and Brandon just gave me a plain stare.
"Why are you getting wierd?" Mitchel ruined the moment, and I shrugged as an answer.
"I just felt like being inspirational," I answered, and they chuckled a bit.
"I'm going back to bed, so goodnight," he said lastly, but he was going slow.
"Let's get back to the house," Brandon sighed, and I nodded.
"I'll go in my car," I pointed out.

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We made it there, and we all went to bed. I was in Crown The Empire booty shorts, and I had a sports bra. I couldn't go to sleep, so I went down stairs to get a glass of milk. I don't know why, but I felt like someone was watching me. I rushed myself. I was chugging my milk, and I ended up choking on it. I drop the cup, and I needed to catch my breath. With that, I felt like I was making it worse.
"Amber, are you alright?" I heard Brandon ask, and the lights were on. Andy came right after. The only thing I could answer was yes or no, so I shook my head.
"C'mere," Andy came up to me instead. He brought my arms open, and I started getting my breath back.
"Now, are you okay?" Brandon asked, and I nodded slowly.
"What happened?" Andy asked.
"I couldn't go to sleep, so I came down to get a glass of milk, thinking that it will help me sleep. I felt like if someone was watching me, and I rushed myself. Then this happened," I explained, and they nodded.
"If you want, you could sleep in my bed," Andy offered with a smirk, and I glanced at Brandon to see him. Brandon was looking at me for an answer.
"I think I'll do fine," I declined, and I put the glass in the sink. We all went to our rooms, and I flopped on my bed. I looked at the ceiling, and I started drifting to sleep.

I woke up in my room with Mitchel right beside me, and I checked him out. This feeling of fear and suspense was murdering me, so I shake Mitchel.
"Mitchel, I'm scared," I whined, but he didn't respond. I knew something wasn't right, and I pulled him to see me. He did not have a single scratch on him, so I sighed. "Mitchel, please get up," I begged, and I started to cry from the fear I had. His eyes started to flicker open, and he scanned the room.
"No! No! No!" he shouted as he scanned the room again.
"Mitchel, you're scaring me even more," I cried, and he charged up at me with complete anger.
"You're going to be next for the suffering. You're the one that's going to be tortured!" he shouted at me, and I shoved him away.
"Mitchel, this isn't you!" I shouted with the cracks in my voice.
"That's what our mother told him," he continued, "And," he ran his thumb across his neck, signaling death.
"No! She wasn't murdered by our dad! He wouldn't have done that!" I cried. I ran to the door to find a way out of here, but it was locked. I pulled it a thousand times as hard as I could, but it wouldn't budge. I slammed my back to the door, and slid down to be in a little ball.
"I'm sorry, little sister. You're next, and there is nothing I could do," he answered. "Or I could help you end it here?" he offered, and showed off the pills. I grabbed them from his hands, popped the cap open, and I swallowed them up.
"What do I do now? Just wait?!" I asked, and he pointed out the window.
"Jump," he demanded, and I nodded. I opened the window, and I sat down and slid off the edge. I let myself be ready for this, and blackness hit me.

I screamed as I woke up, and I panted from the heart attack I almost gave myself. I couldn't bare that dream. It hits me in place that only I could break.
"Amber, are you okay?" I heard Brandon rush in, and I began to cry. I shook my head as I started to cup my face into my hands.Brandon came by me, and hugged me. "Shh, it's okay," he comforted, and I burried my face into his shirt.
"No. It's okay. I was a sacrifice unless I committed suicide," I explained, and Brandon looked at me straight in the eyes.
"What did you choose?" he asked, and I gulped and look down on my fingers.
"I jumped off our window," I answered, and he pulled me close. I sobbed and whimpered until Andy came in with a towel wrapped around his waist. You see his six pack softly on his stomach, and he came in.
"Amber, what's wrong?" he asked, and I shook my head.
"She had a nightmare," Brandon explained, and I just wiped off the tears.
"I need to go talk to someone," I said running to the bathroom.

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I rang the doorbell , and waited for him to open the door.
"Amber, I'm kind of busy right now-"
"You killed her, didn't you? My step-mother didn't kill her, you did. Is that why you didn't look for me, nor Mitchel?" I asked, and I saw someone that looked familiar to me. She was behind me, and I found out by the look on her face.
"Hey Amber," Alana sassed, and I glared at him. "Since your father didn't do his part of the deal, I'm going to break mine," she glared at him too.
"Continue," I answered, and she walked slowly.
"Your father paid me to torture you. He wanted you dead, and he only wanted Mitchel," she explained, and I let her words sink into my skin.
"What did he owe you?" I asked, and she glared at him.
"Abaigeal," she answered, and past by me with a bump.
"You're a fucking screw up. I can't believe Tatum would even want to stay with you when you're the reason she's been like this. She's been reflecting you!" I spat.
"You don't speak to me like that," he demanded, and I pressed my fist tighter to control my anger.
"You had the same motive as my step-mother! You can't threaten me! I have your secret, and the only way to make me forget that it happened is to kill me," I hissed, and I walked off.
"Is she right, dad? You killed her mother?" Tatum asked, and I looked back to see her heartbroken. Tears were sliding down at both sides, and she just wiped them off. "I'm moving out," she stomped off, and I just realised I ruined his family. It's a payback, but now I just felt guilt. I couldn't care less, but I do feel like I can. I just left him to feel what I felt back them. A broken family.

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I walked into the door, and I laid my purse on the counter near the door.
"So you didn't want to tell us that your father was your mothers murderer?" Brandon asked, and I sighed.
"Brandon, I'm not in the mood right now," I muttered, but he grabbed my hand.
"Tatum called me, saying that you confronted your father-"
"He's not my father anymore! After that I knew he killed my mother, worked with Alana to kill me, I'm done being with someone I called father!" I shouted, and he looked at me with shock.
"Alana's out of prison?" he asked, and I just nodded.
"She walked right past me, saying she wanted Abaigeal," I answered, and he just looked away.
"If I knew," he answered like an apology.
"I'm going to be doing things alone for right now, " I informed, and he nodded.
"Can Tatum stay with us until she gets her own place?" Brandon asked, and I nodded.
"She can live with us if she wants to, " I offered, and he looked surprised.
"Really?" he asked, and I nodded.
"Um, yeah."