Amber's P.O.V

Before the investigator even opened his mouth to ask me questions, Isaac got out his seat and walked over to me, picks me up by lifting me from under my arms then he sat down in my chair with an embarrassed me on his lap, squashed against his chest possessively.

"What are you doing? Is that really necessary?" The investigator questions Isaac with a judgemental frown deep on his aged face. The investigator had an agitated voice, clearly getting impatient with my family's possessiveness and clinginess towards me.

"Is it a crime to hold my sister? I think not sir." Isaac said sassily whilst glaring at the scary officer that looked like his head was about to explode.

"No, but if you distract Amber during this questioning, I will have to ask you to leave." The investigator said seriously whilst flicking through his notepad.

I buried my head on Isaac's chest in the meantime and listened to his quick heartbeat. "I don't want any trouble Isaac, please I want to get this over and done with," I mumbled against his firm chest, letting him know that I'm serious and don't want any trouble from him.

"Fine but if he steps out of line, I won't just sit back and not do something to protect you princess." Isaac whispered against my head, kissing my forehead and rubbing my back soothingly.

"Okay, are you ready for the questions Amber?" I turn my head to the investigator's direction and move my body round to face him.

"Yeah, I'm ready," I said with all the confidence I could, knowing all the awful details that will be revealed in the next hour.

"Okay, Amber...how would you describe Finnick the day you first met him, what was his personality like towards you?" He started off with and clicked his pen in anticipation. I breathed in and thought about my words carefully.

"The first day I met him, he was very sweet, charming and very outgoing and adventurous, he would tell me stories and crazy things he had done in his life and his stories inspired me." I felt Isaacs grip on my waist tighten after I said this.

"Because of Finnick's previous life events, this made you want to run away with him?" He asked in an accusing tone, sitting forward in his chair and staring at me intensely. I visibly gulped and forced my mouth to open and speak to the intimidating officer.

"No, it wasn't just that. Finnick made me feel very special, he made me realise how cruel and awful the world we live in is, telling me if I would run away with him, we could live a very good life together and explore the world," I said in a whisper towards the end, seeing my families distressed and saddened looks on their faces. The shame and guilt hit me full force once again, making me feel worthless and such a failure towards my family.

I was the worst daughter in the entire world.

The investigator was nodding his head slowly and writing down notes, occasionally glancing up at me with an unknown look on his face.

Issac never let go of his grip on my waist, always rubbing my exposed skin to calm my nerves and probably his as well. I leant my head back and rested it against Isaac's chest, instantly relaxing my head and calming me down.

"Did Finnick ever pressure you into doing things you didn't want to do?" Jeez, it's not even five minutes into the questioning and he's already onto a touchy and sensitive topic. I look up at him to meet his intense gaze, staring deep into my broken soul.

"Okay, I think that's enough!" Jason said sternly and shot daggers at the investigator.

"I'm sorry but she has to answer it."

"She has a name!" Dylan said whilst clicking his fingers sassily, with the biggest death glare that could make anyone pee themselves in fear.

"Amber I know this is a sensitive topic but I need to know what exactly happened between you two. The more evidence I get from you, the longer he will rot behind bars." The investigator said with a slightly softer look in his eyes. I looked over at my family with pleading eyes, silently telling them to calm down.

"Yes, he has, there were times I definitely knew he was pressuring me, but there were other times where I'm not so sure if he did," I said honestly, intertwining me and Isaac's fingers together and playing with his thumb.

"If you never gave him your consent, then that is pressuring, depending on what he has pressured you to do." The investigator assured me, ready to take down some notes.

I look around at my family. Jason, dad and Grey were all sitting together and looking at me with pure sadness in their eyes, preparing for the worst that is about to come. Mom and Dylan were sitting tightly together, holding hands and resting their heads on each other's shoulders for much-needed comfort.

"Well um..." I started, looking at the floor nervously whilst thinking about the awful memories that plague my mind and keep me up at night. Isaac tightens his grip and whispers reassuring words in my ear, telling me how much he loves me and how everyone is here and will never judge me for whatever happened between me and Finnick.

"Well on the first real day of our 'New lives together' he took me to a tattoo parlour and chose a tattoo for me without telling me what it was, I never gave him my consent but I remember after I had it done, I fell in love with the tattoo and didn't think much of it." I began with. Mom and Grey gasped and closed their eyes tightly, trying to stay strong for me.

"Can I see it princess?" Dad asks nervously, I nod my head and roll up my sleeve, holding my arm out for all the family to see the name of the man that severally screwed up their daughter and leaving permanent scars in his place. Mom started crying and clinging to Dylan for dear life, soaking his hoodie with her salty tears and pent up anger towards the boy she has never even met.

"Has Finnick ever raped you?" As soon as the words left the investigators mouth, it was like a shot punctured through my heart and my cold blood filled me up slowly, ready to drown me and end my pathetic life. The room shifted and the atmosphere took a depressing turn for the worst.

Its every parent's nightmare, knowing that their baby was not only hurt mentally but physically by their boyfriend, taking their babygirl's virginity and abusing her body without her consent.

I shakily nodded my head in embarrassment, sobs left my trembling lips at the shame I felt for my family, knowing how much I betrayed and hurt them because of my weak ways and inability to fight back.

I was a fucking weak failure that deserves to die because of what I put my family through.

Jason jumped out his chair and stormed out the room in anger, stomping up the stairs and slamming a door I'm guessing is his bedroom. Isaac angrily grumbled out a line of curse words and pulled me flush against his chest, cuddling me very close to his body and nuzzling his head into my neck to calm him.

The investigator looks at me and gestures for me to elaborate, I breathe in and out deeply and prepare my choice of words carefully.

"The day I got my tattoo we walked through a forest, we sat down behind a tree then he started kissing me, I didn't really know how to react as it was so sudden and it was my first kiss so I was scared and confused. he then started touching me, he said to enjoy it and that I would like it, and I believed him so I let him have his way with me. I don't think that was rape because I didn't fight him off and after it happened I felt all giddy and happy because I felt even more connected to Finnick."

The officer was writing down notes quickly and occasionally glancing up at me. Mom was having a full-on breakdown and Dylan had to walk her out the room to calm her, I felt so guilty because I hate seeing my mother like that, no tears should be escaping her eyes because of me. It's all my fault.

The room turned into a deadly silence, everyone either sniffling back their tears or looking up at me with sympathy, sympathy that I do not deserve and I should only be shown with hate and anger from them because of what I put them all through.

"I promise this will be the last question for today. You told me earlier that there were times that you knew he was pressuring you and times when you weren't sure. Tell me an occasion when you definitely knew he was pressuring you Amber." The investigator said and scratched his stubble, looking at me with a mixture of emotions. I took a deep breath and looked back up to him.

"When Finnick found out about the GPS in my bracelet I was wearing, he went mad. He hurt me and pulled my hair, he said he would give me a punishment for going against him, and that punishment was injecting me with heroin. I didn't know what to do, how to react...all I knew was that I liked it." I said and looked down in shame, the investigator was pulling out some paperwork onto the table and looking up at me.

"That is something I want to talk to you about Amber, we are aware of the underage drug use that was going on and I have been notified of the drugs that you have taken. Taking drugs, especially heroin, is very dangerous to you Amber and because you're so young you might not be strong enough to fight it alone. So, you will need to attend counselling sessions to tackle the drugs and get you back on track and away from this dangerous lifestyle. Sound good?" The investigator asked and pushed the paper towards me.

I signed the papers and smiled brightly for once, feeling somewhat accomplished and pound with myself for the first time in a while.

My family were so ecstatic knowing that I can get help for my addiction, finally getting their princess back to the way she once was.

But was it as easy as that?

Inside I knew my craving for heroin has grown, every second of every day I think about the needles and how much I should have injected them in me instead of selling them for money. I hate this controlling feeling it has on my body and I need it to stop.

The only people that I allow to control me is my brothers.

"Yeah, I want to get help for this." As soon as I said the words, my mother came charging through the door, pulled me up from Isaac's lap and held me close to her chest, spinning me around in happiness.

"I knew my wishes would come true! My baby is going to be healthy again!" Mom chanted, hugging me close and kissing my head. Soon enough the whole family walked over to us and joined in on the group hug, each of them crying on each other's shoulders for being blessed with the support they wanted and to finally get their babygirl back.

But would it be that easy?

*****

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-Mari