Becker
I kept standing beside her while the Doctor was bandaging her head. She just had thirteen stitched on her head. Eight on her arm. What a mess. No wonder at all because she fell from her superbike and she didn’t even wear a f*****g helmet and with no safety equipment gear. If she was nobody to me, I would say what a f*****g i***t. But she was Amber. The woman I loved. My precious lady. My only little bouncer.
I felt horrible because I was partly guilty of what happened to her. I just never expected Amber would react like that. I thought she would let out her viper tongue and blue language when I declared I was done with her. Honestly, I felt like an asshole when I said that.
I’m done.
The memory of her almost crying in front of me, breaking her barrier, broke me even more. My str
