Lost In Us

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

With her world falling apart, Amber goes to the only person she knows can help her.

Chapter 24 (v.1) - Come Here

Submitted: June 12, 2019

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Submitted: June 12, 2019



Songs for this chapter:

- Mess Is Mine by Vance Joy

- Numb by the Aftertheparty

With only the socks on my feet, I make my way to the only place I can think to go. With Tammy out of town, I pray that the second person closest to me will open their home to me for a couple of days, whilst I get my head around what I've just witnessed.

How can my dad do this?

My parents haven't even spoken about a divorce? Or have they? 

Since my phone died and I left all of my belongings at my front door, I haven't been able to contact anyone. Not my mother or my friends. This will break her heart. How can I tell her what I've just seen? And how can I face my father again?

My aching feet carry me up the driveway, every step growing weaker and weaker. With a sigh and a pause, I stare at his front door. Turning up completely unannounced and in this state is embarrassing enough. If only I had another option. I tighten my fist and knock on the door. After a minute passes, I consider turning around until the door swings open. The look on Gabe's face can only be described as confused and concerned. He must have been having a nap - which is exactly what I had planned to do - as his hair is ruffled and messy as he rubs his eyes.

"Amber?" Is all he mutters, but it's enough to bring me on the verge of tears. I hadn't even planned on what to say. Instead, I let the tears fall and a wave of overwhelming emotion threatens to swallow me whole. Gabe's face contorts into a protective frown of worry. 

"Come here." He says, pulling me into an embrace, even though he has no idea what I'm crying about. I probably look like a psychopath with my tangled hair and raccoon eyes. But at this moment, I couldn't care less. His arms are strong as they wrap around me and his hands rub both my back and intertwine with my hair simultaneously as he gently pulls me inside the house. 


"That's fucked up," he spits as I explain what I saw my dad and that Sarah woman doing. "I'm so sorry Amber." And I can tell he genuinely means it. I continue to shake my head in disbelief. My eyes lock onto a magazine on the table as I can't bring myself to look at him in the eyes. My hands fiddle with themselves as I relive all of the events of the past few months. First, it was the move, and then it was Spot, and then it was Riley and Mel, and now my dad. My world is on the brink of imploding in on itself and I don't know what to do. Feeling completely stuck, all I do is sit as Gabe speaks to me. Well, more like speaks at me as I have suddenly become mute with the burden of all of these recent, unwelcome revelations. 

"If I know anything, Amber, it's how fucked up dads can be." He hesitates, looking down at the ground. It's almost as if he wants to say something, but like me, it's just too hard. Eventually, he looks back up at me as if he finally has the courage to say what he needs to say. 

"Last year, my dad left me, my mom and my sister for another woman. One day he came home, packed up his stuff and just left. Him and my mom argued for a couple hours. My sister and I were in the next room listening the whole time. The last time I saw my dad, I punched him so hard my knuckles bled. I needed to do it for her, my mom." He admits to me. I had no idea so much had gone on in his life.

Whenever the subject of his dad would come up, he would go stiff and close himself off. No wonder. I don't know how he has stayed so strong and kept himself together. I thought that was me. But it was all pretend. I acted as if nothing could penetrate the walls I had built up around me. But I was wrong. About everything. 

About everyone.

"I had no idea Gabe. I'm sorry for making you tell me this." I apologise, knowing how hard it was for him to tell me that. 

"Don't be sorry. You might as well know. It's not like he's in my life anymore." He mutters so quietly it's almost inaudible. For a minute or two, we sit in silence. Not the kind of awkward silence I have experienced many times before. But the kind of silence that allows you to breathe. In the past few months, I have come to know Gabe. And now that I know about his dad, I feel like I know him even more. No wonder he's so protective over his mom and sister. And even more so, he's the most reliable person I know - something that he definitely didn't get from his father.

"You can stay for as long as you want, Amber. My mom and sister are out shopping but they'll be back tonight. She'd be happy to have you. And you don't have to tell her anything you don't want too." 

For the first time in hours, I manage a smile. I'm grateful for his generous offer, but my subconscious reminds of my agreement to myself. Gabe and I are just friends. I promised myself I would keep it that way until the both of us could sort through our problems. Before I call my mom and tell her what's happened, I need a day to clear my head. I couldn't possibly deal with the guilt of telling her right now. That would just push me over the edge. And right now, all I need is to set my head straight. 

"Hey," Gabe coos. "I have something that can help." He states, pulling me out of my thoughts and into a world of intrigue. 

Gabe's bedroom is coated with grey and white,  from the curtains to the bedsheets. The small lampshade next to his bed replicates a wired, engineered structure which can only be described as abstract. I watch as he scrambles to gather clothes that have been strewn across the floor. If I'm not mistaken, he seems a little nervous? 

As he attempts to clean his room - and whilst I pretend not to notice - I go over to the window and stare at the line of trees which offer shade for his backyard. The leaves are a crisp mahogany as they sit in small piles on the ground. My eyes flutter to the flapping of black wings as a crow lands on the roof, just outside the window. Instantly, I am reminded of how my mom used to tell me that crows were bad luck.

How ironic.

"Too late, little fella." I whisper to myself, feeling ultimately defeated with this sensation of complete and utter hollowness. I turn back to Gabe, surprised at how quickly he managed to straighten up his room. 

"So what do you have for us? Please say it's a lamp with a genie in it that can solve all of my problems." I joke, earning a wholesome laugh from Gabe. Joke or not, three wishes could easily solve my problems.

Wish number one? Have my family back together. 

Number two? Rid of all the lying deceivers in my life.

And three? Well, number three is complicated. No matter much I want to wish for number three, I can't have it. Well, him. Not now and maybe never. 

Gabe searches his drawers for God knows what as I take a seat in his bed, unsure whether making myself to comfortable is too weird or just plain rude. 

"Close your eyes," He says, and I oblige. "Ta-da" he practically sings. As I open my eyes, in a small plastic container seems to be what looks like... baked goods?

"Oh," I start. "Thanks, but I don't think I could eat anything right now." I politely reject, suddenly reminded of the fact that I hadn't eaten since that morning. 

"No you idiot. This isn't just you usual brownie," He smirks, shaking his head at my obliviousness. "Eli's special batch. Now we don't want too eat too much or we'll be knocked out." He explains. 

"Knocked out?" I begin, curiosity laced in my voice. "Perfect." I smile, before picking up the whole thing. 

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