Page 15 of Tattooed Love

I jumped down the staircase, grabbed the keys to my Hummer off the hook and headed towards the garage.

I ignored my dad’s warning about my so-called suspension.

If I ran into the cops, I would wing it. What was the worst that could happen? I’d get arrested.

I heard mumbles of conversation coming from the dining room as I passed.

I couldn’t believe it! I made it to my car without anyone having seen me.

Life was a whole lot better as I drove towards the front gates.

I smiled. My night was going to improve.

Chapter 3

I slowly slipped into the house; the sun was blinding.

I hadn’t woke up till after seven, and, as I glanced at the wall clock, I saw it was nearly eight in the morning.

“Amber?” Dad called from the lounge.

I didn’t want to go in there. I was still crying. I hated people seeing me like this; weak and looking like all torn up.

The night before had come flooding back when I had woken up.

Blake and I had got into a fight, although my disheveled appearance didn’t have anything to do with him. I looked this way because of my own doing.

I’d run into, and taken on someone I shouldn’t have, and, given that it was a three to one fight, I was lucky to have made it out alive.

My face was aching, and, to top it off, I had a massive hangover.

I had tears running down my face.

I tried to slip up the stairs. I couldn’t face dad like this.He would think the worst, like always. I’m sure he had questions on why I was always beaten up. Hell, anyone would have questions. A sane person would ask, “Why are you hurt?” I could never, and would never give, someone a straight answer to that question.

Because I lived a life no one would understand. I lived and breathed for a gang that promised me an early grave.

Hell, I was lucky to not be in that grave right now, after last night.

“Amber! I can see you! Get in here!” Dad hollered.

Damn those glass windows! I sighed. Well, I guess I would just have to face him.

I walked slowly into the lounge room, positioning myself staring at the ground. Perhaps he wouldn’t mention my face.

“So, Amber I have…” he broke off suddenly, and I glanced up to see his shocked face as he took my appearance in.

I scanned the room and noticed Jax sitting in the armchair, looking calm and collected.

Dad, however, looked super angry.

“DID HE HIT YOU AGAIN?” Dad yelledas his fists curled. Dad knew I had a boyfriend and he just assumed Blake was the one always giving me a beating. This time it wasn’t Blake though.

“No, I don’t remember what happened,” I answered slowly. I could never tell my father the truth.

My dad took a deep breath, and I knew what was coming, as I saw the vein in his neck bugle.

“You’re lying to me.”

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