I've been unable to think properly for the past 2 days without Amber bumping into my thoughts.
For months I've thought I was the saint here, I just realized that I was the monster.
Not completely but then...
If everything Aaron said that day was true, then I have to be honest with you... I've been too harsh on him.
For someone to do all those things by himself and is still struggling to keep me, he's beyond strong.
Like.... how can one person carry such amount of pain in one body.
Amber is not the monster here, it's his father.
That bastard!
I don't know where he came from honestly... but he has to go.
If Amber doesn't kill him then I will.
I strolled downstairs and heard the boys arguing about something...I decided not to care and started heading straight to the kitchen.
"Good,
