Amber's P.O.V

"Lift up a little bit more princess."

I tilt my head up further and exposed my bruised jaw out for Jason to access easily, a shooting pain erupts in my jaw and spreads up my cheeks, I wince at the pain and go to grab my jaw when Jason's hand quickly grabs my wrist and stops me from causing more damage to my dislocated jaw.

Grey called a doctor to the house yesterday to look at my jaw and he said to us that it was dislocated and would heal over time, he said to change my bandages daily and tighten them each time and add some extra padding to support my jaw going back in its natural place. It sucks but my brothers were more than happy to take care of me even more than they already do.

"All done my gorgeous princess!" Jason said happily and hugged my shoulders and planted a sweet kiss on the back of my head. I smiled up at him in the mirror in front of us, I looked at my bruised jaw and glance over at my ugly face, almost every part of my face and neck had a bruise or scar, my neck still had Finnick's faded handprints around it, my lip had a faded cut and one of my eyes was black. With the bandage wrapped around my jaw and going around my head just topped of the horrific look on my face. I looked awful and just wanted to hide under my covers until I look less like a bag of shit.

Jason could see my sudden sadness and lifted my arms up and out the chair, placing me in his arms and I clung onto his body, wrapping my legs around his waist and burying my face in his neck.

"Shh sh its all going to work out Amber, I promise everything will go back in its place, just as its suppose to." He cooed in my ear and rubbed my back. My tears dried from my eyes when a sudden explosion of panic spreads across my face and nearly sends me into a panic attack.

The tape under the sink was peeling away and a hanging used needle was gripping onto the tape by a thread.

Fuck.

My breathing quickens and I squirm a little in Jason's huge arms, trapping me and keeping me flush against his chest where I'm safest.

"What's wrong Babygirl?" Jason asks against my ear, my piercing rubbing against his nose. I turn my head to him and I try and give him the best excuse I can think of.

"My jaw is hurting, could you get me a heating pad from downstairs?" I ask innocently, trying to get him away from the bathroom so I can fix the problem hiding under my traitor sink.

"Yeah sure," He said and started walking to the door with me still in his arms.

"Um, Jase...I need to pee." It's a lame excuse but he can't really say no to it.

"I can look away Princ-"

"No!" I interrupted with a hot blush coating my cheeks at the thought of him hearing me pee, that's way too embarrassing.

"Fine," He said and reluctantly dropping me to my feet. As soon as I heard him walk down the hallway towards the stairs I bolted to the sink, crouching down and ripping away the non-sticky tape and disposing of the empty needle in the trash bin, making sure to wrap it tightly with tissue so they won't notice.

I look up to the full needles and the craving for a shot is overpowering all my thoughts and protests. I pull a needle out of its place and look down at the plastic tube, filled with the only thing that is keeping me sane.

I don't talk about it to my family but the memories from Finnick have really fucked me up, the name-calling, beatings and abuse he inflicted upon me for only three days has corrupted my weak mind and turned all my happiness into darkness, a darkness that's very dangerous if thought about it too long.

It sends me spiralling to the brink of pure insanity.

It's like he's always at the back of my mind and taunting me, making me feel low and mentally drained. Constantly reminding me of the good times then stripping it all away, bit by bit and shoving the beatings back in my face, tainting my weak mind with abuse harsh enough to break me silently in a pit of loneliness and despair.

Fucking up my mind slowly in the worst possible way, keeping my mind hostage with no way out.

I don't feel myself anymore. I used to adore Jason's hugs, Grey and Dylan's snarky remarks, Isaac's weird sense of humour and my parents natural caring nature that makes me feel warm inside, a bond between parents that can never be broken unless strained and broken-down piece by piece till the bond is thin, thin enough to break with a blink of the eye.

I know my family is going through a rough time and not just from me, I can tell they're hiding things from me like they always do if somethings bothering them.

"I don't want to worry that pretty little head of yours!"

Always the same excuse whenever I try and bring up whatever is bothering them, it hurts a little because I know I can help, I'm sixteen not five for goodness sake! I can handle anything that is thrown our way.

Its small things like that what bother me, the fact they don't want to confide in me when they're struggling and in need of help and support. Acting strong in front of my eyes to see, but behind the closed doors of their minds are hidden secrets that keep them up at night.

But I'm not taking no for an answer anymore.

I'm not going to be that little submissive quiet daughter that is blinded by their excuses and shielded from the outside world.

I have a voice and it's about time I use it for once in my life.

With that thought in mind, I walk back over to the sink and rip away the remaining needles, shove them in a clear plastic zip-lock bag and placing them in my backpack. I walk up to my closet and open the doors, the sight immediately takes my breath away at the new stacks of clothing, hanging proudly on the pink hangers in all their glory.

In front of my eyes is a brand-new closet, all my old clothes gone and replace with entirely new ones, just from glancing over at the clothes I can tell each piece of clothing has intricate detail and their heart and soul has gone into making each piece.

Dylan, you're truly a talented man.

My hand touches the soft materials, sleeve to sleeve each one is made with love and care embedded in each stitch, making it the more special and sentimental.

I look over and see a note attached to a hidden piece of clothing, hiding behind a black thin cover. I walk over and pick up the note, immediately drawn to the swirly eye-catching handwriting I have always been jealous of.

To my favourite sister in the whole wide world.

Here before you is an entirely new closet as you can tell, full of new designs and creations that popped up in my head randomly and while I was in the shower, weird I know but true.

I have spent countless hours making each individual item of clothing, specifically tailored to your beautiful hourglass frame that any model would die for!

Making you clothes is my greatest hobby, I wish to be the only person to ever dress you up, making you always look like a queen whenever you leave the door to the scary judgemental world out there.

If you every return to us then you have read this note, if not, then I know you have moved on to a life of your own which I will always support your choice and always be your brother, partner in crime and a shoulder that is always available, 24/7 365 days a year to cry on!

I hope to see your beautiful face again in this house and wearing my creations that are made especially for you my angel.

Making you clothes was the only way I coped whilst you were gone, constantly in my bedroom with my sewing machine and hanging up each item, piece by piece till I filled up this closet.

I hope to see you wear them princess and I know you will stunning in each piece!

Love your favourite brother in all the land...

-Dylan

p.s behind the black cover is something to wear on a special occasion, whatever that may be.

p.p.s I wish to make your wedding dress in the future missy, call me up!

I chuckle at the last bit and wipe away the stray tear that escaped my eye. Dylan always knows exactly what to say to set my tears off!

I thought about his words and the thing that saddens me the most is the fact that they thought I would never come back to them, that I would leave and never come home...

I drop the note aside and push away those dark thoughts, I look up at the hidden item of clothing that I already know will blow me away. Dylan has always been gifted in the creative department and had an eye for fashion all his life, so whatever he has created...I know it will be made with nothing but love.

Without another second to spear, I rip off the black cover and I stare up completely hypnotised.

Its beauty is indescribable with words. The stitching was beautifully done with the softest fabric I have ever felt. the pale blue fabric is complemented with the pure white lace, making it look extra adorable and cute.

I look up at the dress and see a small post-it note, stuck on the metal hanger. I pull it off and glance at the identical handwriting that makes me want to cut Dylan's hand off and use it to write instead of my own messy handwriting.

Mulan has shit taste in clothing so I settled for your second favourite princess.

Cinderella.

That's why the dress looked so familiar to me. It somehow made the whole dress the more special at the fact that I will look like an actual princess like her when I wear it.

I try and laugh the tears away, this whole thing so overwhelming for me and the dress just topped it off. I turn away from the beauty in front of my blurry eyes and turn to the racks of new clothing, keep myself together and sticking to the plan at hand.

I look for the darkest outfit with a hood and covers my features as much as possible, I pull clothes aside and find exactly what I was looking for. A black hoodie with some gems going down the sleeves, matching it with a plain black top and leggings, keeping it simple and comfy for what I'm about to do, not wanting to bring attention to myself...

I dress myself and it all fits perfectly, I smile down and look in the mirror, pulling my hood up and covering the white ugly bandage covering my injured jaw.

Throwing my backpack on my back and skipping down the stairs, the rattling of needles sounded at each step I skipped down.

"Hey sweetie, where are you going?" Mom asked as she meets me at the end of the stairs, crossing her arms and looking at me worriedly and scratching her hand nervously.

"You don't need to worry mom! I'm just going to pick us up some breakfast from around the corner." I said happily while my mind was screaming with Finnick's deep voice, attacking me with insults and how much I should kill myself that I will never find love ever again.

You know, the regular.

"Oh, okay honey, just please be back soon, I don't like you being out the house for too long, it makes me nervous," Mom said shakily whilst wrapping her thin arms around herself. Sadness fills me at my mom's clear vulnerable state and I engulfed her in a hug, squeezing her back reassuringly and whispering soothing words in her ear. I feel her smile against me and squeeze me back, silently telling me everything she's feeling inside...

Worried, scared and petrified that I will leave her again.

"I'll be twenty minutes maximum," I said reassuringly, waving goodbye to my sceptical family and heading towards the door without a chance for them to argue.

I just hope I come back in one piece...

*****

What the heck is Amber getting herself into this time?

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-Mari