Amber's bathroom above

Jason's P.O.V

"My daughter is turning into a punk! Her beautiful skin is now tainted with a horrid tattoo of that monster, a piercing and with a drug problem! What on earth are we going to do?!" Mom screamed out of anger, clutching her hair with sadness and desperation in her eyes.

We are all downstairs whilst a sleeping Amber is still in her room, unaware of the family meeting going on down here, talking about what we're going to do with her and her new problems.

"Well one thing for sure is we're getting a good therapist; my daughter is hooked on heroin and I won't let it progress further!" Dad exclaimed whilst searching for good therapists that specialise in drug addiction online.

"Damon, we don't have the money! We have zero support outside the house, we haven't been going to work so we barely have enough money to feed us and keep the roof over our heads! We can try and fix our daughter ourselves with some good old-fashioned love and affection...and my chocolate orange biscuits that Amber loves!" Mom exclaimed with hope on her face, desperately trying to find other solutions that aren't as cost-effective in our time of crisis.

Mom described Amber as a broken doll, like her drug problem is easy to cure and a bit of love and affection can easily help. She acts like we can whip out some super glue and glue her back together then hug her close to our chests, but it won't work.

I have to break it to her that it's going to take A LOT more than that to cure Amber and her addiction.

More than hugs and kisses can.

We haven't told Amber about this, and I don't think we ever will. Our family has been financially struggling ever since she has been gone, our money is running dangerously low. Whenever I come home from a late shift, the fridge gets emptier and emptier with no new food coming in, only huge credit card debt going through our mailbox daily.

We have taken out multiple loans and borrowed money from friends just to keep us going, but I hate it. We look desperate and practically begging for a few hundred dollars to put food on our plates, which we are.

It's ripping this family further apart and I don't know how much more I can take this.

It's a horrible sight to see when I came home to my mother on her hands and knees, begging my aunty for a loan of five hundred dollars to get us through a couple of weeks. Eventually, aunt Mary caved into her sisters begging and crying and gave us the much-needed money.

My mother and father both lost their well-paid jobs and now it's only me and Dylan providing for the family, being the only people to make money now.

It's like the world is punishing us and condemning my family to a lonely harsh punishment.

But the question was, will we ever get out of it?

A question I ask myself every night.

Will we have enough food to feed us all tomorrow? Will Amber be safe out there alone? Will she ever come back to us? Will my family cope much longer?

Questions that were constantly stuck in my head throughout this whole week and it's making my skin crawl just thinking about it.

We finally have Amber back, but now we face even more problems.

"I will start fighting again, it's the only way to earn more money!" Isaac said with determination and grabbed his coat.

Mom and dad looked horrified at the thought of their son stepping foot in that dungeon again, so they sprinted up to him and held him back, far away from the door.

"No way is my son going back there!" Dad said sternly and stared into Isaac's sad eyes with a serious and harsh glare in his drained eyes.

"But we have no cho-"

"I said NO and that's final!" Dad screamed but quietened when we all heard small feet pad lightly down the stairs, revealing a refreshed looking Amber with a serious case of bed hair and rubbing the sleep away from her eyes.

"Is everything okay down here?" Amber asked worriedly, glancing at each of us and seeing our facial expressions change from rage to happy at the simple sight of our princess.

I walk over and pick her up, revelling in the amazing feeling of Amber safely in my arms, protecting her from everything and keeping her beside me under my protection.

It gives me great satisfaction.

"We're fine princess. Let's give you a bath and change your bandages shall we." I said to a dazed Amber leaning her head on my tense shoulder. She nodded her head slowly whilst I walked away from the scene, trudging up the stairs and going into her bathroom.

Amber's P.O.V

Shit! Was all I was thinking when entering my bathroom.

I hope to god he doesn't see my secret needles under the sink! I screamed in my head as Jason gently placed me on the counter and ran my bath.

"Do you want 'Strawberry surprise' or 'Heavenly Vanilla'?" Jason asked whilst holding up two bottles of my bubble bath.

"Strawberry surprise." I smiled and pointed to the pink bottle. He nodded and emptied the hot pink liquid under the tap, creating heaps of glistening bubbles that I just want to get my hands on and make a bubble beard and afro hair.

Jason put the bottle back and walked up to me, a warm smile on his face grew as he got closer to me. Without a word being said, Jason wrapped his arms around me and hugged me to death. I welcomed the hug and tightened my grip on his back.

"You don't know how worried we were princess. I couldn't get a wink of sleep knowing you were out there." Jason murmured against my neck and leaving small kisses, tickling my skin. Sudden guilt overwhelmed me at the thought of leaving my family like that without a word, I should've told them I wanted to leave with Finnick before I made the rash decision of running away. At least they would've known where I was going and who I was with.

I'm such a freaking idiot with no brains.

"I'm so so sorry Jason! I'm sorry I left you without saying a word to anyone. I feel like such a fucking idiot and I don't deserve the love you and everyone gives me...I don't deserve any of it." I whisper and turn my head away in shame.

I don't deserve them.

I failed them as a daughter.

Jason broke away from the hug and cupped my cheeks, gentle around the thick bandage on my jaw and gently rub the padding supporting my dislocated jaw in place.

"Don't ever say that you're an idiot or that you don't deserve us! You made a mistake, you can fix mistakes and make things better again. Everyone in this house loves you unconditionally and would never hold a grudge against you for running away." He said with sincerity in his grey eyes, silently pleading me to take back my words.

But I stick by what I said.

I am a fucking failure that doesn't deserve such a loving family that bends over backwards to save my ungrateful a**.

I don't deserve a family at all, death is more of a fitting punishment for me.

I snap out my thought when I see Jason waving his hand over my face and smiling at me, trying to gain my attention that had drifted into dangerous territory.

"Amber your bath will get cold soon! Let's get you undressed munchkin." He exclaimed and started undressing my comfy bed clothes, stripping my top and leggings off and leaving me in my undergarments.

Soon as he removed my top and leggings I swear I saw his eyes darkening with rage and anger as he observed my underwear.

"WHERE THE FUCK DID THIS COME FROM!" Jason boomed in anger whilst pulling the strings of my bra and underwear.

I looked down to the bra and panties Finnick brought me, I must say it was bit saucy and revealing but I didn't see the harm in them at the time. They were both dark red and lacy, practically see-through and It didn't take much looking to notice what I looked like behind the thin cheap fabric.

"Walmart," I whisper, hanging my head low whilst under Jason's intense stare that could burn holes in the cheap undergarments.

"Me, Grey, Dylan and Isaac are the ONLY people to buy you your bras and panties, ONLY US GOT IT!" He screamed dramatically whilst ripping them apart and throwing both ripped undergarments in the trash carelessly as if the lacy fabric was diseased and heavily contaminated with lice and skin eating bacteria.

"It DOES NOT fit our list of requirements for your underwear Princess! I DO NOT want to see that disgusting filth clinging to your precious body EVER AGAIN!" he screamed whilst pacing back and forth in rage.

See? This is what I have to deal with every time I go shopping with my brothers.

If you think Jason's outburst was overdramatic, then you want to see the rest of my brothers, ESPECIALLY Dylan....

I still have nightmares just thinking about all shouting in the dressing rooms with my brothers slating each piece I try on, and when we get the cashier, she thinks that one of my brothers is my boyfriend because of the possessiveness and the shouting she hears from the other side of the store where I would try them on. The embarrassment kills my confidence every time we go.

Whenever we would go outside to the mall, bowling or to a family meal at a restaurant. People would think that one of my brothers was my boyfriend or husband from all the clinginess and extreme possessiveness each of them shows me in public. My parents would laugh every time an old lady would waddle to our table at a meal and comment how cute me and one of my brothers were together, saying how adorable and lovey-dovey of a couple we were. I internally die of horror and embarrassment every time it happens, and it's happens a lot more frequent than you think.

My brothers like it when it happens because it keeps guys away from me, thinking that I'm already taken. But I hate it because it rips away my freedom and the chance to experience a relationship that I desperately crave.

I have always had a fairytale fantasy to one day meet my prince charming and spend the rest of my life with them and have an adorable family. Have twin girls and twin boys to dress up in cute dresses that Dylan would make them specially. Then provide them a feast that Grey has made us so we can stuff our faces with delicious food. Also having a weird creepy uncle -Which would definitely be Isaac and him chasing the kids around the mansion and making them laugh and giggle till their out of breath. Then having uncle Jason attack them in hugs and kisses that he would do to me every morning, showering them in unconditional love and cherishing them from the harsh cruel world out there...

Well, a girl can dream.

I slip away from my fantasy by the hot water piercing my skin and leaving hot tingles prick my body and warm my face. Jason placed me in the bath and started combing my hair, washing it with a sweet coconut shampoo and conditioner then cleaning my body.

I was so used to this now that I don't think its weird in the slightest. I don't tell people about this because I know everyone is fully capable of teasing me and the chance of getting again bullied is very high so I shut my mouth about it, keeping it to ourselves.

"Did he do this to you?" Jason whispered painfully when observing my stomach that is littered with slashes, cuts and dark bruises from his countless harsh beatings he would inflict if I were to piss him off in the slightest.

I nod my head sadly, pulling my legs up to my chest and hugging them tightly, curling up into a protective ball that I would do every time I were to get picked on at school or when Jade and her gang would follow me home and pounce on me then when I was at my weakest and most vulnerable.

"Oh my angel." Jason whispered very quietly under his breath. He picked me up out of the water and wrapped a warm lilac towel tightly around my fragile frame.

He quickly changed me into his oversized shirt and my burgundy jogging bottoms with a grey sports bra and matching grey panties.

"I am not letting any man get their filthy hands on your skin ever again." He said and I nodded my head, knowing after all that has happened in the last week.

I am never getting a boyfriend ever again...

*****

Hey guys!

This week I want to do things differently.

Instead of me writing questions about the chapter, I want to ask YOU, my lovely readers some questions!

Do you have any siblings that are this possessive with you?

Are your parents or siblings as crazy as the ones in this book?

Do any of your siblings insist on buying your underwear and have a mental list of requirements they go by to see if they're appropriate for you to wear?

Tell me about your crazy families in the comments so we can all have a laugh!

-Mari