Chapter Fourteen
When you love someone, you understand the person's sadness even when the person is all smiles and reassuring you that he is fine.
- Grace Chanbee
[Amber's POV]
"I need you to help me," I heard Justin's voice say, ringing aloud with urgency.
I looked around and found myself in a swimming pool and for a reason I couldn't fathom, the water felt slimy and unusual against my skin and the whole place reeked of blood and I immediately felt like puking.
"Amber, I'm not okay," Justin's voice came again, in a whisper this time around.
The water in the swimming pool was right above my chest region and I searched in the pitch blackness of the night, on the lookout for Justin.
"Amber!" My father's voice called in the usual harsh tone.
My ears twitched instantly as my eyes diverted to the sound my father's voice had come from.