Amber
It was three at night when Marc called me. My sleep vanished as I answered the call. My life felt on constant alert.
“Marc.” I asked when I heard only breathing over the call.
“Find Laser, he hates me now.” Marc said sounding hurt.
“Marc are you alright?” I asked really concerned about him.
“I don’t deserve to be alright.” He said spitefully.
Something was really wrong.
“Where is Ian Marc?” I asked getting fanatic by passing second as I got dressed hurriedly.
“Ian, he lets you call Ian. You know his brother called him that, a nickname his mother gave. His brother was only two when he died. He was just a freaking baby Amber.” Marc yelled over the phone.
I have not known this and it pained me a lot to hear him say it.
“Please calm down Marc, I am coming now to your place.” I
