Song: Bullet in a bonfire- Brantley Gilbert

Amber's POV:

It's not the first time he has hit me. It only gets worse as the years go by. I have no clue how to get out of here but I know with the right documents and enough money I can move on. I heard from a friend that they are looking for girls down at the Master's Den. A place that I know for sure that he will never go into because he says the girls are disgusting and will rot in hell for the things that they do there.

Molly has worked there for a while now and says the money is amazing...so good that she is moving up in the world. I wanted to move in with her but he will never let me leave him. I was late showing up for auditions because of him. He left for work a little later than usual and the only way out of the house is when he leaves.  I hate when he is home because no matter what I do is wrong.

I stumble on the stage and look around. Molly smiles back at me as she glances up towards the office. She told me that he likes to watch from there, rarely ever does he come down to watch. Molly has taught me so much. She comes over and teaches me how to dance. Or she use to anyway but since she moved out of the apartment complex she doesn't come over as much.

I keep looking up to the glass windows; I know he is up there watching. I know I should be putting on a show for the guy sitting at the table but Molly said that the real decision comes from the man upstairs. I do the routine that she has taught me and hardly ever take my eyes off of that window. I can only hope that he will be willing to hire me at the right times that I need while my father is at work otherwise I will not be able to do this.

 I was shocked when he asked me to come upstairs. As I walk in, my eyes don't want to leave his body. Oh my God I bet he is built underneath that shirt of his. I can only imagine. She was right he was fucking gorgeous. I can see what she was talking about when she said that he fucking fell from heaven.

 I never thought he would give me the job.I work every day and some days I show up in the nick of time. As longs as I am home when he gets home I will be fine. All the money I make, I place in the bank that Molly helped me set up. I can't take any chances having money at the house. No way can he ever find out. Or I thought he would ever find out. I was serving tables like I always do however when the guy turns to look at me I felt my skin turn cold and clammy. I nearly dropped the tray of beer on him. I quickly dash into the kitchen before he can stop me. I can't believe my father was looking at those girls like he wanted them.

Minutes later, Mr. Adler is standing in the doorway to the pantry looking at me. "He is gone...get back to work." He doesn't sound happy at all for coming in here after me.

I quickly try to wipe the tears staining my face. "I'm sorry. I turned around and there he was. He said he hated places like this and there he was watching them. He was practically fucking them with his eyes."

"Amber...I don't have time to deal with this right now. Look he is gone; he will not be back so please...get out there and work."

"Yes sir." I stop in the bathroom and clear up my face before going back out.

When my shift is over I go home. I stand outside the door thinking that I should leave. Maybe go to Molly's for the night but something tells me to go in. I slowly open the door and make my way down the hallway. As I enter my bedroom he is sitting in the chair to the side waiting on me.

"When did my little girl become a slut?" His words slur and I know he has had one way too many.

I felt the lump rise in my throat. I don't know what comes over me but I spat right back at him, "When did my father get off looking at them? You said that place was a sin...and you were there lusting over them."

He stands up in seconds and grabs me by the arms ramming me up against the wall. "You don't belong there...I forbid you to go back."

"You can't stop me from working." I stand up to him which was a mistake on my part.

"I will...and I can." He rears back and swings his fist fast and fierce into the side of my face. He doesn't let up. He hits me again and I fall hard to the floor. I can feel my mouth fill with blood. "Those girls like to be treated this way, is this what you want?"He takes his belt off and starts whipping me as hard as he can and all I can do is curl up into a ball and pray for him to stop.

"Daddy please stop...Ok I won't go back...please stop." I wail out in a faint scream. "You are hurting me....please daddy stop."

When he does stop, I thought that would be the end of it but I was wrong. I should have known better. My father has been sexually abusing me for years now. It happened so often that I thought it was just part of life. It's like the moment my mom was gone, I took over her place in this hell of his.  He reaches for my arm and jerks it practically out of the socket as he drags m towards my room. Once inside he picks me up and tosses me right on the bed. He takes me  and I zone out like I always do. When he finally climbs off of me I still lay there too broken to even bother moving.

When I do manage to get up, I crawl over to the dresser and pull out the thin tube. I tie it around my upper arm and get a good vein to pop up. I pull out the container with the needle and shoot up. In seconds my body falls against the bed and I am out for the night. I was doing good. It had been months since I had a drop of liquor, since I had any drugs in my system but this calls for a rebound. I know in this moment I will never get out of this town. I will for sure die here.

My dad comes in the next day to check on me and sees me laying in bed. "I have to go in to work...I suggest you keep your sweet ass at home." He closes the door and I just roll over.

 My body aches so bad. I wonder how much I need to inject just to end it all. I'm off today, so that is a good thing...then again looks like I will be permanently off. When I don't show up for my shift, he will know that I must have quit on him. It's not like he can't find another girl to work for him. I know my dad will be home shortly and it I have to do another round with him, I would rather be out of it. So I do another hit and let the burn fill my veins. The room swirls around me and I can barely keep my eyes open.

I keep hearing something around me but my eyes are so heavy from the amount of shit I pumped in earlier. I hear arguing and then someone picks me up and I feel like I am flying. When I finally come to, I am in an unknown room with an IV stuck in my hand.

 I raise up and see that this is not a hospital and I wonder where the hell I am. My head throbs in pain. I slowly sit up and try to stand up. I pull the IV out of my hand and quickly find a paper towel to wrap around my hand from bleeding. I walk over to the door and down the hallway. I find myself in a massive living area and see the kitchen to the far right.

 I tip-toe over hoping wherever I am I will not wake anyone up.  The kitchen is massive with so many cabinet, why does anyone need this many. I search the cabinets for a glass and turn on the faucet to fill it with water during it all down in one gulp and then fill the glass up again. I take a breath and set the glass down by the sink.

When I look up he is there staring at me...

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Author's Note: Sorry thought you guys might want to get a glimpse of Amber's life. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.

So...who is looking back at her? Uhm.....