Ambers P.O.V

Finnick has started changing....

The funny guy I met at the coffee shop that was full of life and had such an adventurous mindset, has now turned...darker? He's changing, and I don't like it, I don't like it one bit.

He's started hitting me when I don't do as I'm told, he started yanking my hair when I don't follow him close enough when walking around. He's started being more possessive and never leaving my sight, even when I need to pee.

Whenever he tells me to do something sexual that I'm not comfortable doing, he hurts me and tells me, "If you really loved me you would do this!" and I do it because I don't want to be punched, slapped or bitten anymore than he already does.

I'm currently in the shower, washing away my sins down the drain and scrubbing my sore bruised skin wherever he has touched. He 'Made love to me' last night and all I felt was disgust, disgust that I let him do as he pleased, disgust that I'm so weak but I'm most disgusted at myself for believing he truly loved me...

My mother always told me "If you see a man with a twinkle in his eye, a huge smile and a kind heart. He's a keeper!" And I believed that was Finn. He did have a twinkle in his eye when we meet, he won over my heart the second we started talking, and he would always smile brightly at me whenever our eyes locked together, but now that Finnick has gone.

He always looks tense and on edge all the time when we're in public, he is always touching somewhere on my body, I hate it when he bites my neck or kisses harshly in public, making everybody believe that we're a cute couple that can't keep their hands off each other...but we're far from it.

It was now been a week since I last saw my family and I'm dying to see them, they're probably in pieces because of me and the guilt eats me alive. I no longer sleep because of the guilt, I no longer eat because of the guilt and now I can't even look in the mirror because I'm so ashamed of myself...

I just want to run to my brothers and give them a big hug. They always know how to make me feel better, no matter what the reason it is, they will always comfort me and kiss away the pain.

And I want nothing more than to go back to them.

I look down at the shower floor and see my blood run down the drain, last night Finn was so harsh on me, he made me bleed. My thighs are so sore with purple, black and red blotches and bruises on them and loads of bite marks sit there. My arms are weak with deep bruises from where Finn would pin my arms above my head, so I wouldn't fight. My legs were so weak they were practically wobbling and on the brink of collapsing.

I finish washing my body and start dressing myself, I pull my worn out lilac socks on and tie my GPS bracelet around my ankle, letting my sock hide it. I never told Finnick that I wear a bracelet with a GPS tracker embedded inside it, he would burn it if he ever found out and I plan on never telling him about it, it is my only hope for my family finding me and I was going to keep it for as long as I can before he finds out.

I walk out the bathroom and am immediately greeted with an angry Finnick that has crossed his arms and eyeing my body up and down.

"I AM SUPPOST TO WASH YOU AMBER! ME! WHEN WILL YOU EVER LEARN THAT IN YOUR TINY BRAIN!" He said and started slapping the side of my head, causing a bad migraine to form and more bruises to add to my collection.

I hunch my body over and hold my head in my hands and try to rub away the pain, Finnick ripped my hands away and grabbed my neck, squeezing the air from my lungs and digging his sharp fingers in my neck, blood trickling down my throat and staining my top and dripping onto his hands.

He looked down at my neck and saw my necklace.

"What the fuck is this?" he spat angrily. Shit! I thought, I didn't want him to see it because the necklace was special to me. All my brothers collectively made that necklace for me, all putting their individual charms on it that represent them. Grey's charm was a golden cupcake. Dylan's charm was a silver dress. Isaac's charm was a gold boxing glove and Jason's charm was a silver star. I asked Jason why he chose a star and he said "Because you're my bright star! Special and cute!" he said and I remember I almost cried. Jason was always so sappy with me.

Finnick looked at the necklace with rage and disgust and ripped it from my neck, breaking the back so I could never wear it again. He tossed it at the wall and threw me on the bed.

"FORGET ABOUT YOUR FAMILY! THEY'RE ALL WEAK PATHETIC BASTERDS THAT WILL ROT IN HELL! THEY ARE NOT YOUR FAMILY ANYMORE, I AM! YOU ONLY KNOW ME, AND IT WILL ALWAYS STAY THAT WAY BITCH!" Finnick screamed and strangled me throughout his rage, squeezing my neck tighter after each word he spat in my face. I held back my tears because it would make this worse so I nodded my head weakly, trying to agree with him so he won't hurt me more than he already does.

He smirked at my neck and started kissing it roughly, biting and leaving marks on my skin. He licked along my neck and I scrunched my eyes at the gross feeling.

"The marks on your skin are your jewellery, it will never go, and I will always gift you with more!" He said whilst chuckling at all the bruises that litter my neck, shoulder and chest.

He shoved his hands down and grabbed my butt, squeezing it harshly and smirking down at me.

"This. Is. Mine! Got it?" Finnick said sternly whilst feeling my vulnerable shaking body, dragging his hands down to my sacred place that he shouldn't be touching without my consent.

His touching repulsed me. I can't believe I let this happen, I can't believe I was stupid enough to love Finnick, think that he was a good guy and believe all his lies. I'm so goddamn stupid! And when my family finds out, they will think I'm stupid too!

What has my life become?

I had such a good childhood, we were always financially stable, I had a loving family that would take bullets for me, I had brothers that would protect me and look after me. And I just threw that all away for some boy that abuses me...what the fuck is wrong with me?

I was still lying down on the bed that held so many bad memories and just watched Finnick pace up and down in our old motel room. He pulled a cigarette out his pocket and lit it up, sucking in the smoke and breathing it out.

He turned to me and crawled up to my body, I started crawling away, but he grabbed my waist and shoved me on his lap with my face just an inch away from his, our noses could touch but I pulled away as much as I could. I watched Finn breathing in the smoke then threw the cigarette on the bed and pulled my head down and smashed our lips together in a rough kiss, he pulled my lips open and breathed out the toxic second-hand smoke in my mouth and down my lungs, making me feel hopeless.

He picked up the cigarette and shoved it in my mouth. "Breath it in Amber!" Finn demanded and held the cigarette to my lips, so I couldn't spit it out. His hold on my jaw was tightening and I couldn't take much more of it. I breathed in the cigarette and inhaled the toxic fumes that bring me one step closer to heart disease.

I cough violently and Finn smirks at my struggling then takes the cigarette and inhales some more. I look around at what my life has become and the guilt and regret hit me full force, the need for my family is strong, stronger than any feelings I have ever had for Finnick.

And I all I want to do is go home.

*****

Hey guys! Here come the questions...

Will you forgive Amber for getting herself into this abusive relationship?

Do you feel bad for her?

Will she escape Finnick alive?

How will her brothers react if they ever find out about what Amber has been through?

Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

-Mari