เข้าสู่ระบบSierraI wake from my nap and groan. My head is pounding, and I have a disgusting taste in my mouth. I shouldn’t have drunk so much. Vodka is the one drink that always gives me hangovers. I can’t believe I threw myself at Ambrose! It is a good thing he said no. I needed a distraction, and he was there. It would have been stupid of me. I search for my cell, but I can’t find it. Where is it? It was there when I settled down to sleep. Groaning, I slowly sit up and look for the clock for the time. It is seven o’clock in the evening. Great! I won’t sleep tonight. My cell can only be in one other place, and that is wherever Ambrose has put it. He is the only one in the house who would have taken it. Asshole!I pull my hungover ass out of bed, needing water and food. I am starving. I haven’t eaten today, as far as I can remember. Wrapping a dressing gown around me, I head downstairs. The closer I get to the kitchen, the more I smell something cooking. It smells like macaroni cheese. I hope t
AmbroseI return home from work earlier than planned. I was worried. Sierra managed to talk me into letting her stay home alone. I got her to agree to allow Wade to check in every few hours. I did have two guys outside of the house just in case. Sierra seems to be doing a little better. She is on two different medications along with sleeping pills. Her first therapy session was a few days ago. I still haven't managed to get her to leave the house, only to the backyard. Her session and doctor appointments happened here at the house. I haven't given up, though. It will be the next step.The second I enter the house, loud music fills the house. What the hell? There is no need for the music to be as loud. I can't hear myself think with the noise. I call for Sierra, but there is no answer. She won't be able to hear me. I head further into the house and spot her. Sierra is dancing around the living room with a bottle of vodka in her hand. What is she doing? I don't even know if she should b
AmbroseI head up to my room to change for my swim. I feel helpless. I hate that I can’t help Sierra. I didn’t want to get a doctor or therapist, but they felt like my last options. I need her to be okay. She can’t continue to lock herself away from the world. I change, grab a towel and stop outside of her room. I knock lightly and wait for her to invite me in. She does, a second later.I pop my head in to see her snuggled under the covers. “Are you sure you don’t want to come for a swim?”“Positive.” She whispers.“Okay.” I sigh, defeated, and leave her alone.I am worried about her. She isn’t eating right. She is sleeping way too much, and she is barely moving, which isn’t good for her body or mental health. I wish I could make her feel better, but only Sierra can do that. I make my way outside, diving into the pool. It is a good distraction, a way for me to destress. What Sierra needs is her father! He should be here. We would keep him safe here, but no, he decided it was best to s
SierraThe last couple of weeks have been a blur. I’ve barely left my bedroom. I spend my time sleeping or studying. I quit my job because I don’t want to leave the house. I don’t know how Ambrose managed it, but my classes have been moved online. I haven’t stepped out of the house. I am too scared. I am suffering from trauma; I know that for sure. Ambrose is fine, even if he is the one who got shot. He is acting like nothing happened. Then again, by what he said, it isn’t the first time he has been in such a situation. I don’t know if I will ever get over it. It still haunts my dreams every night.What I need is to see my father, but that isn’t going to be possible. He is in Asia somewhere. I begged him to let me go to him, but he wouldn’t let me. I hung up on him after that, which was a couple of days after everything happened. I haven’t spoken to him since. I am angry with him. He chose to still stay away from me after what happened. I am probably in more danger than he is. I truly
AmbroseSierra has fallen asleep as we fly back home. I don’t know how she managed it, but she convinced Wade to come with us. He really does have a soft spot for her.“What is our next move, sir?” Wade asks.“I am going to find out who sent them and return the favour. No one gets away with shooting me or putting Sierra’s life in danger. I am going to every single one of the fuckers out.” My jaw clenches as anger runs through me.“Ambrose, you need a plan. You can’t run in all guns blazing. You are going to get yourself killed. You have people who can take care of these things for you.”“I don’t care. I will deal with it myself. You never saw how terrified Sierra was. I have never seen fear in someone in the way I did her. No one is getting away with that.”I glance down at Sierra, who has her head resting on my shoulder, her hand gripping mine, fast asleep. I sigh, shaking my head. I was supposed to protect her. Now, she is going to have the trauma of what happened for the rest of he
SierraThe last, however long, have been the longest of my life. All the noise outside, the yelling, the gunshots are too much. I am on the floor, with my hands over my ears, rocking back and forth, squealing with the sound of every shot. All while making sure Ambrose doesn’t bleed out. My stress is through the roof, and I am so close to passing out and hoping it will all go away.Silence falls from the outside. No voices. No gunshots.“Sierra, please come here,” Ambrose says, his voice is quieter, hoarse almost.It panics me, and I rush over, making sure he is okay. The bleeding has eased, but not stopped.“Ambrose, are you okay? Are you dizzy? Tired? Going to pass out?”I don’t know what a gunshot can do to a person, even if he told me he isn’t in any danger. He has still lost a lot of blood.“I am okay. Are you?” he asks, leaning forward and caressing my face.I whimper, shaking my head. “No. I want out of here. I want someone with medical training to take care of you. I need all o







