[Warning: Mature content detailed in this post. Take caution before reading.]
“I have died everyday waiting for you, darling don’t be afraid,
I have loved you for a thousand years, I’ll love you for a thousand more”
James didn’t pass away the moment Amber was made aware of his brain tumor.
In fact, he survived for a while afterward. That first night in the living room was more than rough on Amber, and even worse on James. He couldn’t bear to see his wife so distraught over him, and Amber couldn’t understand why, when things were finally looking up for her, everything had to go wrong again. In order to make James and Amber as comfortable as possible, the doctors started testing in their home for that entire first night, but soon enough Amber had to make them leave. They transferred the testing to the hospital, where James spent the next year of his life being treated every day. It was heartbreaking for Amber, watching James be put through more and more radiotherapy, chemotherapy, surgery, and pain day to day.
It became like a routine. Amber would quietly sit in the chair in the corner of the hospital room (which, by the way, Soren had resided in when he was hit by a car), and Soren would pace around the room, trying not to cry. They never brought Valerie after the first time.
“What? Why is daddy sleeping? Why won’t he wake?” she’d cried, after attempting to wake her father several times. “Is he playing a joke? Daddy loves playing jokes, so I bet he’s just kidding, right? Daddy, wake up! Daddy? Just wake up! Stop sleeping, it’s time to get up and come home!” Valerie spent the next [what felt like an] hour trying to rouse him. It’d made Amber cry harder, and it took all Soren had to step up and become the man of the house. He was beyond upset at everything happening, but he felt the need to replace his father. He just couldn’t imagine him possibly coming home, and with his mother growing more delirious by the day and Val not even talking, he just had to step up.
James often slept through the day, occasionally waking up for a few minutes at a time. The doctors had administered sleeping drugs to him so that his brain wouldn’t do too much thinking in the midst of all the pain, both mentally and physically. His mind was slowly deteriorating.
Not only did the family fall into a routine of silence, tears, and sorrow, but so did the hospital.
At first, they tried all they could: different medicines, experimental therapies, and clinics with several doctors from all over the world. After they gave up on trying to do those things after a week, they began surgery. They’d thought the first surgery had been successful, but they were harshly proven wrong when they tried to kill the remaining cells in chemo and radio therapy. The cells “just can’t go away, they won’t go away,” quoted one doctor after the other to Amber. “But we’re trying all we can and will continue to try. It has to work one of these times.”
They’d said that countless times a month into his treatments. Amber grew tired of hearing the false hope roll so easily off of their tongues, and she even eventually started staying at home. Soren was the only one to hold it together on a daily basis, but even with him having his head in a decent place didn’t mean that he was perfectly fine. In face, he was far from being fine.
“I just don’t get it,” Soren had ranted one night to Amber. They’d tried to have a big family dinner, but it wasn’t the same without James home. It’d been months since he had set one foot in the house. “Why can’t they figure out how to get rid of the tumor? You would think that these damned doctors would know a fucking thing about treating something so fucking awful, but of course they don’t! They’re just stupid people, here to pretend they can do anything! Well, they can’t! Why can’t they just come out and admit that they don’t know how to cure my father? Why do they have to put him through more pain!? Everything in this god damned world is so fucking screwed!”
Amber cringed with every cuss that escaped Soren’s lips. He’d easily been the most hurt by James’ worsening condition. Valerie was merely twelve when she was told of her father’s condition, and she was far too enwrapped in her own life that she’d hardly bothered to ask. She was hurt, yes, but resorting to pure serenity was what got her through. Soren, on the other hand, was quite different in handling the situation.
“Soren, stop it!” Amber had screamed, tears escaping her eyes. Every time he talked about him like that it made her give in to the pain.
“What do you want me to stop?” he yelled back, throwing his hands into the air. “Stop pretending that there’s not a single fucking thing that can be done to help him?”
“I-I just-“
“-Pretend that these doctors know what they’re doing? Pretend you’re the same person you were a year ago? Pretend that everything isn’t so fucking screwed up?”
“I-I just want you to stop yelling,” she whispered. One tear after the other silently marched down her cheek, settling into the small corner of her lips that James had once so tenderly kissed.
“M-mom…” muttered Soren, wiping the back of his head. “I just can’t sit here and pretend everything is alright when it isn’t…I can’t handle it. I-I’m going out.”
Soren grabbed his coat off of the staircase railing and slipped out of the front door and into the night without a single word. That was only one of the many times Soren would scream and yell at all hours of the night, only resulting in worse things. Valerie would often listen to him yelling from bed, and she’d cry herself back to sleep, so confused as to where everything had to go so wrong.
Amber would always be so close to letting some sort of comforting words leave her lips, but they never did. She once was a wonderful mother of one hundred and two children. She’d cared for them all, watched them grow, and cried when they left. So why was it that now she could hardly look at two of them without feeling like a failure?
The only thing that Amber was ever able to look forward to in what her life had become was visiting with James. Some days he would come-to for a few hours in between surgeries, and those days were what she lived for. Despite the slight memory loss, thinning hair from surgery, and glassy look to his eyes, he was the same man she’d fallen in love with once upon a time.
“So, how’re you feelin’?” asked Amber one sunny day, plopping down in the lobby chair to chat with James. He hadn’t left the hospital in seven months, and she was sure he was becoming stir-crazy.
“Uhh…” he muttered, looking around the lobby with his eyes squinted. “I’m feeling fine. Thanks for asking, Amber. How are you?”
Amber never quite understood why he always insisted on asking her how she felt, when, in reality, his condition was far worse. Sure, she missed how her life used to be, but that didn’t mean his case was any less severe.
“Oh, you know…fine, I guess.” Amber didn’t quite know how to describe her current life, and she always felt supremely uncomfortable when anyone asked her about it: even the love of her life.
“And the kids?” he asked. It always surprised Amber at how different things were now. Whereas James would’ve once so easily seen through her cool facade and questioned her about it, he now just looked past it and moved on. He didn’t seem to have the energy to have deep conversations with her anymore.
“The kids?” she asked, her throat running dry. What could she possibly say about the kids? She hardly saw Soren since he started going to college, and Valerie had become so quiet that getting a word out of her was like asking to be resurrected from death: it didn’t happen.
“Yeah,” he replied, sitting forward slightly in his chair. Despite how painful and scarring the past year had been for him, he still had such a yearning for his children.
“Um, well, Valerie is doing, uh, great in school,” she muttered, looking down. “And, uh, Soren’s studies are going well I think. He likes college…I think.”
Despite looking away, Amber could still feel James’ eyes boring into her.
“That’s all?” he asked, disappointed. “How about Jaimee? Is she still with Sor?”
“Um, yup,” she replied, not even having a clue. She thought they were still together, but she felt horrible at never having asked.
“And what about Val? How has she been?”
“Oh, she’s been, uh, super happy,” Amber lied again. She refused to tell him of how horrible things were without him.
“That’s good…to…know,” he said slowly, taking deep breaths in between each word. His hands fluttered to his throbbing temples, shaking a bit more every second.
“Um, are you okay ho-”
“Are you okay, James?” asked a doctor, rushing up. “Oh lord, you look terrible,” muttered the attendant, checking him out from every angle.
“Is he ok-”
“I need a bed down here, ASAP,” she said harshly into a walkie-talkie attached to her right hip. Some muffled voices came back out a moment later, and as soon as they had a bed was downstairs.
They loaded James on, who was, by now, nearly shaking from the pain. What had happened to the strong man she’d knew so well? Surely this wasn’t the same person.
“Sorry, this will have to conclude your session with Mr. Masons,” said another nurse hurriedly as they started pushing James down the hall toward the steel elevator.
Amber was standing, watching him be wheeled away. She was fighting the urge to be sick all over the floor, and even more so the urge to slip off the nurse.
“He’s my husband, thank you very much,” growled Amber, taking one step toward the door. “Don’t call him Mr. Masons.”
The best and worst day of that entire dreadful year came on a seemingly lovely Tuesday afternoon. Valerie was stuck in her boring math class, passing notes with her best friend Freya Aberdiene.
Hey she wrote on the slip of paper. As soon as their math teacher Mr. Farver turned around, she folded the note into two crisp creases and passed it forward. It was one of the only ways she felt comfortable speaking since losing contact with her dad nearly a year before.
Freya turned around, giggling as she received the note. She was quick to scribble down a reply and pass the paper back without Mr. Farver seeing. He was infamous for handing out detentions left and right.
Hai, wats up?
Nothing Valerie wrote quickly. Before handing the paper back, she felt the need to add something to make it more interesting and get the conversation going. It was her only escape. This class is soooo boring! I wish Mr. F would shuttup
Same Freya wrote back in her swirly writing. This class is so stupid I dont even no wen I would use these dumb variables they make no sense!!!
Omg same Valerie wrote back a few minutes later. I think he wants us to all learn his dum math so he feels like he did something for society lol
U think? hehe. I kinda agree maybe we should all revolt! Just get up and walk out at once!
That would never work Valerie wrote back, stifling a laugh. He would catch us all and lock the door and make us all his math minyins minyons i mean minions i think?…
hahaha probably! sounds just like him. And then he would give us all fifty detentions
But not before he forced us to mass produce math textbooks or invent new numbers or something
hahaha, your spot on! I think- Just as Valerie was reading through Freya’s silly reply, Mr. Farver suddenly called out Freya’s name.
“What’re you girls doin’ back there?” he called out, looking dead into her eyes. He skipped over Valerie’s worried face, for he had other plans for her.
“U-uh, we’re taking notes, sir,” replied Freya shakily. She was constantly getting into trouble at school, so the lies rolled easily off of her tongue.
“Oh, really? What’re we learning about then?”
“Um…variables, right?
“Sure, but what part of variables?” He found the situation amusing, as he was chuckling in the front of the room. He didn’t even let Freya reply.
“You see, class, this is what happens when all you do is talk, talk, talk and don’t pay attention. You’re going to get caught-” Mr. Farver grabbed a slip off of his desk and jotted something down. “-You’re going to get yelled at-” he took long strides to Freya’s seat. “-And you’re going to get a detention.” He slapped a detention slip down on her desk. “Mr. Hent will be thrilled to see you in his detention hall again, Freya.”
He strode back to the front of the room, swinging his pointer with him.
“WAIT!” yelped the teacher’s pet who sat in the front row. He thrust his arm into the air, waving it around like a loon.
“Yes, Daniel?” sighed Mr. F, taking a seat at his desk. Everyone in the class rolled their eyes, so used to Daniel always being the kid to raise his hand in class. Well, everyone except Freya. She was still upset that she got a detention and her dear friend Valerie didn’t.
“What about Valerie?” He said her name as if it was poison to his precious lips, and Valerie and Freya exchanged a menacing scowl in response. As much as Freya was frustrated with the situation, she still hated Danny more. The fights those two got in on the playground…wowza.
“Ah, Valerie, you say? Was she exchanging notes as well?” He turned his glare to Val, who was quietly hiding behind Freya in her chair.
“Uhm, yes sir, I’m so sorry,” she frowned, ready to burst into tears. She couldn’t understand why he was being so awful today, and it didn’t help with her situation at home either. Her mom was always walking around like it was doomsday.
“Well…” Mr. Farver stroked his beard, pondering. “I think I’ll let her go.” He winked at Valerie. “She’s never had a detention before, so I’ll let her off with a warning.”
Daniel looked ready to combust from the unjustice.
“But,” he continued, “Valerie will be staying after school today for a tutoring session, am I correct?”
He looked right into Val’s bright teal eyes, sending shivers down her spine. He always had that effect on her.
“Uhhhmmm…yeah?” she was unsure at first, but then she finished by saying a firm, “Yes.” Mr. Farver looked pleased, but Valerie was worried beyond belief. She was only able to stop her sketchy breathing twenty minutes later when Mr. Farver left to copy something and Valerie threw a note at her head.
Scribbled on the note was Good luk after skool with the freak
Valerie giggled, crumbling the note and throwing it into the trash.
I’ll be fine, she thought, rolling her eyes. He’s just a math teacher.
That same day, Soren went out for a snack between classes with his girlfriend Jaimee.
“My classes are killing me,” sighed Soren, settling himself across the booth from his girlfriend of four years, Jaimee Lynn.
“Which ones?”
“All of em’.” The waiter stopped by to drop off their coffee’s, to which Soren eagerly sipped. He let out a long awaited sigh as the delicate drink slid down his throat. “I needed that,” he muttered, shyly shoving his hair out of his face.
“You should try meditation,” she giggled, sipping her own mixture of sprite and coke: her favorite.
“Meditation would never help in this life,” replied Soren. Though he didn’t say it, he was making mention to his father. He’d had an awful, life-threatening tumor for nearly a year; it was weighing heavily on his shoulders.
“Honey…” muttered Jaimee, reaching her hand across the table. She tried to latch onto Soren’s, but he pulled away.
“It sounds pathetic, but every time I think about him, I can’t…I just don’t feel the need to go on. He’s my dad, Jaim. He’s the man who raised me, and now he’s dying.” Soren tried hard not to let a tear slip out, but without his consent, one made its slow-moving way out.
“You don’t know that!” she said, attempting to add a positive spin on to things. “H-have you visited him recently?”
“No,” said Soren sharply. “I’ve been so busy with school and Valerie and my mom…god, you should see my mom. She’s a wreck, Jay.”
“I’m sure she’s just heart broken…”
“She is, but I don’t think this extent is normal.” Soren pushed his hands up from the table, wiping that one tear that he’d allowed to escape. Gripping the smooth mug in his hand, he cradled it all the way up to his mouth before continuing, “It’s horrible to watch.”
“Well, can you imagine?” muttered Jaimee, trying to understand how Mrs. Masons could possibly feel. “She probably just wants her husband back.”
“And I want my dad back, but I’m still living my life.”
“Oh, I don’t know…”
They sat in silence for a bit, letting the conversation settle and implant into their brains before continuing on.
“I should probably visit him sometime soon, shouldn’t I?” asked Soren.
Jaimee nodded her head sweetly. All she wanted was for her baby to be happy again.
“The only issue is, he’s not even conscious half the time. I haven’t seen him in months simply because of that.”
“W-would you like me to go with you? For support?” Jaimee looked so nervous, sipping on her sprite and coke combo. Her eyes flitted up to Soren, settling on his nose.
“If you want…”
“Then why don’t you call the hospital right now and see what’s going on?” offered up Jaim.
“That sounds fine…here, I’ll do it now.” Soren pulled out his phone and called the hospital, but when the overly-sweet nurse answered, he got news that he wouldn’t have expected in a million years.
“W-what’s wrong?” asked Jaimee nervously, eyeing up Soren’s shocked expression.
He wanted so badly to answer, but all he could do was stare.
That same day, later in the evening, Amber sat alone at home. She was going insane, or at least she thought so. Missing James so badly since the last time she’d seen him a month before was weighing heavily on her fragile heart, yet she didn’t have the guts to go to the hospital. Amber felt like she didn’t know him anymore and was worried that seeing him again would only ruin the image she had left of him.
She was so convinced he was going to die.
“I’ll just check my phone once,” she muttered, flipping open her phone and holding down the End button. Her phone had been off for a couple days, as she couldn’t handle the stress of media. It’d helped but only slightly. Now, she simply felt more anxious as her phone played it’s opening jingle.
Four new messages, two voicemails, sixty emails
“Figures,” she said to herself. Of all 102 kids she’d given birth to, more than half tried to keep up with her daily and offer support. They all knew of their step-father’s condition and wanted to do all they could to help.
The text messages were mostly from Vanessa and James’ parents, asking about him. The emails were, as expected, from her kids. One of the voicemails was an entire five minutes of her sister Penny expressing how much she loved her, which made Amber give out a slight smile. Finally, she pressed the icon that would direct her to the last voicemail, the last attachment she had to the world at the moment.
“Hello,” began the message. “This is an automated message letting you know that your relative James Malachi Masons has been released from the hospital on April 4th, 2012 on personal leave. Any questions or concerns, contact River Oaks Hospital.”
She stared at the phone.
Then she looked up and out the window.
And then she stared at the phone again.
“James Malachi Masons has been released”? She was surprised, shocked. Who had checked him out? True, he could have checked himself out, but that was highly unlik-
The front door made a clicking sound as it was unlocked.
Amber’s breath caught in her throat. Who could it be?
“Hello?” called out a deep voice, stepping into the house. Amber refused to look over until the last second, but when she did, she was so thrilled she had.
It was James.
“JAMES!” she shouted, flinging herself up off of the couch and into his arms. He stumbled a bit at her touch, so she repealed.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Amber squealed, throwing herself back into his arms. His touch was warm and caring, something Amber had so desperately missed. She fell into the embrace so deeply that when she finally pulled back, her hair amiss, she wasn’t quite sure where she was anymore.
“Wait, how are you here?” she muttered, looking up into his deep blue eyes. “Wait, wait, WAIT…I got a call that said you were released…who released you?”
“I released myself,” he said smugly, pulling her back into his chest. He was breathing heavily, but he felt somehow healthy.
“But how?” she continued, still baffled.
“I was allowed to…”
“But how?!”
“Because I’m not sick anymore…Amber, they got the tumor out. It’s gone for now…I’m fine.” He was smiling so brightly that Amber thought he might outshine the sun; she was so thrilled that she dove into a kiss, but then she stopped again, so afraid she was doing something wrong. Sure, she was happy, but was it not just a minute ago that she’d felt like she didn’t even know this man anymore?
“But are all your brain cells back, healthy and fine? Or was this out of spite?” She could hardly believe he was home, and she kept pinching herself to see if it was real life. Thus far, she wasn’t waking up.
“Of course they’re back…they were never gone. You’re still my wife, and I love you to death.” Something about the term death made her shake, but she accepted it and dove in to kiss him again. She was beyond happy to see him in his own house again, and clearly he felt the same way due to what he did next.
James, still weak, did his best to wrap his previously-muscular arms under Amber and pick her up, but he failed. Amber looked sympathetic, wanting so badly to make everything normal again with the flick of her wrist.
As Amber was about to tell him to stop before he got ahead of himself, James finally pulled through, picking her up like he’d once done so carelessly.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Amber squeaked.
“Loving you,” huffed James, taking one shaky step toward the flight of stairs.
“Don’t do th-”
“I’m a man, god damnit! I can do this, I can love my own wife!”
It was a long and shaky walk up the stairs, but for his own sanity, James refused to let Amber walk up. He wanted to make things normal, and in his mind, this was the only way. Once up he grinned, amused, and pushed open the bedroom door, laying Amber gently on the bed’s satin sheets.
“Wait,” muttered Amber as James moved on top of her. “I know Soren’s out with Jaimee, but where is Valerie?” She was distressed as to where her youngest daughter was, and it was preventing her from living in this glorious moment with her husband.
“I don’t know,” moaned James, pulling Amber back on top of him. “But you better get back down here now and kiss me, or otherwise I might scream. I just want to love you while I still can.” James let a small smile escape his body as he continued to pull Amber on top of him. He kissed her neck, melting down into her chest, which eventually faded far, far south. Amber wanted so badly to protest, but something about the way he so cautiously said “while I can” made her hold back. She wanted to love him while she could too.
“Now, Valerie, if you just substitute this number-” Mr. Farver pointed to Valerie’s previous work on the page, laying one hand steadily on her thigh, “-in for X, then you’ll get this answer!” He used his free hand to point to the correct answer at the bottom of the page, smiling. “Does that make sense, Val? Can I call you that? Val? It rolls off of the tongue easier.”
Valerie nervously looked away from her eighth grade math teacher. She was looking out of the back window at the expanding darkness in the sky. It was nearing seven PM, and it was apparent that a storm was brewing just above.
“Um, yeah, I guess so,” muttered Valerie, turning her head back around. She’d hardly paid any attention to the math since a couple of hours ago. She tried to leave several times, but Mr. Farver had insisted they she didn’t have enough knowledge.
“No, no, no!” he’d growled when she booked it for the door an hour before. “I-I just don’t think you know enough math yet…please, sit down and we’ll get s’more things down. You’ll be so far ahead of your classmates.” Valerie hadn’t wanted to stay and get ahead, but she was honestly afraid of Mr. Farver. She was the only student who he had yet to give a detention to, and she was planning on keeping that status up.
“Good,” he smiled, flashing those huge white teeth of his. “But why don’t we take a break for a moment?”
“Actually, I think I should get home,” she muttered, dropping her pencils and notebook into her backpack.
“W-why?” he stuttered, quickly shoving his hand against her head. “Why would you want to leave? I-I mean, there’s a storm outside, so you probably shouldn’t leave now.”
“But when would I leave, Mr. Farv-”
“-Please, call me Erik,” he smiled.
“Um, okay? Mr. Fa-I mean, Erik, I can call my mom and get her to pick me up right now. It’s fine, really.” Valerie tried to look up at her math teacher, but something about the way he was eyeing her up, as if a hunger was nestled deep within him, was quite frightening to look at.
“Well, do you have a cell phone?” he asked.
“No. My mom hasn’t bought me one yet, but I was hoping to use the classroom phone or something.”
“You see, now that just won’t be possible,” he replied, a smug smile creeping on to his face. “The phone lines are down because of the storm.”
“D-do you have a cell phone, possibly?” asked Valerie, a shaky feeling crawling up her spine. She found that with every glance her math teacher shot her, the worse the shaking got.
“Oh, I left mine at home today! Sorry, kiddo!” He tried to sympathize with Valerie by placing his hand higher up on her thigh. He started rubbing his thumb and index forth in small circles, slowly creeping up to her hip. “Here, this’ll make you feel better,” he groaned, pushing his chair back. He hesitantly removed his hand from her hip, only to place it back after he’d repositioned himself up on the table, Valerie sitting on his lap.
“Do you feel calmer yet? It’s just a storm, baby girl, it’s just a storm…” he let a toothy grin escape, placing both of his hands on her hips and turning her toward him. “The storm can’t get you in here.”
Mr. Farver went on to close every shutter in the classroom, coming back to Val a few moments later.
“Here, why don’t we lie on the floor? It might make you feel a bit more comfortable.”
He pulled Valerie down on to the floor who, by then, shaking beyond belief. She was confused, rattled.
“C’mere,” muttered Mr. Farver, motioning for Valerie to sit on his lap. Valerie refused.
“Oh, don’t be shy! I just want to make you as comfortable as possible.” Once again, Mr. Farver patted on his body, this time seemingly closer to his groin, beckoning Valerie to come join him.
Valerie was more than confused. The way Mr. Farver was talking to her sounded along the lines of the way her parents might act in a similar situation, yet something about the way he said it left her distraught. He had a certain tone to his voice that was husky and overly-soothing. He wanted her to so badly join him, but she wanted so badly to scream and run from the room, so she tried.
She sprinted to the door, grabbing the door handle in her right hand. She wrapped her palm securely around the knob, and just as she was about to rip it open, something stopped her: Mr. Farver was gripping her hips, pulling her back. Valerie, young and thin, was easily pulled back.
“Now, I didn’t want it to go down like this, but since you’re so insistent upon getting out of this damned room, we’ll have to do it my way.” Mr. Farver pulled her down on top of him. Biting her lip, trying to stop the tears, Valerie sat motionless as Mr. Farver lifted her dress off from her body, grunting in response to the reveal of her bare flesh.
“Now, this was well worth the struggle, now wasn’t it?” moaned Mr. Farver, pushing aside her dress. “Why the sad face?” he chuckled, burying his head into her chest. “You’re too young to be sad.”
Mr. Farver finally made the move of pushing Valerie to the ground beneath him, and though she absolutely despised every minute of it, Valerie could do nothing but lie on the floor, motionless, for the rest of the evening. Her tiny mouth just couldn’t seem to form the word no. She’d never known of such pain until the first thrust, and never once had she cried so long and so hard.
She felt useless and tiny, like a mere speck on the ground that anyone could step over; he was just the first to take advantage of it.
Holy. fucking. shit.
That’s all I have to say.
^This.
^ Karni. I like your coment.
Anyway… those kids are cute in Valerie’s class. 🙂
You portrayed everything so perfectly… my emotions are torn. Literally. I’m sewing them back together. Like I have said before, EVIL.
James…. ;___; Everything…I just… I can’t. Amber and James are so freaking adorable. AND SOREN AND JAIMEE OMG! Adorable as well ^_^
Valerie..and that math teacher… I SPIT ON HIM. SHAME ON YOU.
Poor Val D: I can’t imagine going through what she has…ever.
………BEST POST EVER THOUGH! NOT LIKE I KNEW WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN… *bad poker face*
By the way, you were worried for nothing. Everything was PERFECT! ❤
That was me by the way xD
We all love her comment. ^^
They ARE cute! I wonder who made them! (Actually, seriously, thank you a lot…that actually made my life a lot less stressful)
D: bebe no
I KNOW HOW TO SEW! LET ME HELP! *holds up needle*
They are cute ^^
SHAME ON HIM IS RIGHT
YUCK
BLECH
Thank you ^^ ,3
Honey, you’re so darling
PEDOPHILE. AHHHH. GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM VALERIE. GO DIEEEE. >.>
I’d like to believe that James is all better now, but for some reason I think him being back is just Amber dreaming. ;_______;
I AGREE!
I know, it does seem that way…I guess we’ll all just have to wait. *~*
Thanks for reading! <33
Welp. It happened.
Not the way I expected it to (I kinda thought one of Soren’s friend’s did something to her at the party), but it happened.
Thank you for breaking my heart.
Thank you.
I’m going to bed now.
Goodnight.
This comment.
You’re breaking my heart.D:
Even Stevens, bebe. Even Stevens. You broke mine. I broke yours. We’re even now.
However, I agree with Olga, I’d like to put a plastic bag over that teacher’s head AND castrate him with a pair of rusty scissor. Fucking- Asdflweyw! I don’t even know! There are no adjectives to describe him! D<
Wow! I’m so glad james is better!
Poor valerie…I have a bad feeling about this….great post, as always!!!
Yes, I think we are ALL happy he’s better!
I have a bad feeling about it too. *shrug*
Thanks for reading and commenting! C:
O.o
I’m glad to see that James and Amber are finally happy again…Soren and Jaimee are just the perfect looking couple : >
Valerie and the math teacher…WHOA! That’s just….that’s not right…as other people say they can’t imagine what it’s like, I sort of can…I had a near-similar experience when I was 12/13, so I feel so sorry for what she went through…
That family, is amazing, I’ve loved them from the very beginning ;___;
I love the way you write and portray different characters and situations, I wish I could write like you.. XD
I’m glad that so many people can still appreciate their relationship like this…the tumor really put it to the test, but if they can still love eachother (pun intended) after so long, then I’m pretty sure they could make it through anything.
I LOVE SOREN AND JAIMEE OH MI LAWD
Jaimee’s actually my self sim…. ^.^ All my dreams are coming true! *swoon*
I’m sorry that you’ve had a similar experience. @__@ I am glad you’re fine, though…
OMG WE HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON I LOVE THIS FAMILY TOO
Omg, don’t even say you wish you could write like me…surely, you’re better. I’m such a newb.
THANKS FOR READING AND COMMENTING! <33
🙂 Yeah, they have a pretty strong bond to keep the relationship going throughout everything they’ve been through, but, like the other comments, something tells me that either Amber is dreaming or James is not being truthful about his condidtion…
Jaimee is your self sim?! O.o ..she’s so cute, especially with Soren ❤
It's fine about 'that', you didn't know, and that's a thing of the past..
Oh, come on; you are amazing at scripting out dramas and portraying characters as sweet, funny and down-right evil! 😉
No problem.. and you better not find me as a problem to you, as I am going NOWHERE! I am staying right HERE, on THIS blog, stalking EVERY post you make…XD
(I didn't mean for that to sound..'weird/wrong'..in any way..)
Aww very strong post, best one I have read so far 🙂
And as for that maths teacher I hope he rots in hell, how can he do that to such a little innocent child.
Great Post as usual Amber 🙂
I really feel sorry for Valerie… Really
James, stay okay, yes? Good man!
That fucking teacher, Oh my fucking god! I wanna slit his throat, how can he hurt your precious little girl like that, Oh Valarie!
This post was sad, but good but iehyu4gtiuwbsfibe yeah.
YUS! GOOD MAN!
I know, I know…wowza, people who I thought wuld never curse are just having field days in the comments. It’s lovely. ^^
I knoooow….
kzd vbiuhbbdfihxfgubzfuibdz agreed.
Oh nooooooo! I come back after a while and read it ALL and :O It’s SO MEGA SAD!
Jameesss!! NOoooooo! I’ve got a horrible feeling that Soren’s found something out about him and Amber’s dreaming 😦 Nooo! Poor Amber! Jamie and Soren are adorable by the way. And VALERIE! Noooo! What’s Amber going to do now :S She’s gonna hate herself for not checking up on her ;(
You know what’s most surprising? How realistic and like CLEVER it is now! I mean it’s very realistic that Amber’s going to fall apart, Soren’s reaction is realistic and Valerie being very vunerable I guess it’s realistic that something like this is going to happen 😦
Feels SO different than most of the after-baby-challenge stories :O And how you’re dealing with like really important things like sickness and child abuse but how it’s not offensive. Like, at all! It’s amazing and I think it just shows how far you’ve come as a writer 🙂
TINKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
You should have seen the smile on my face when I saw you commented like dfibzfidy what is this I MISSES YOU
I know, you and Anna have that theory in common…I still haven’t worked out what I am doing next post much, so that theory is still in the draw to be honest.
Amber should hate herself dsouhfvodiaubdiobgf bitch x.x
You think my blog is clever? @__@ That’s so sweet let me love you
The reactions were true and heartbreaking, yes.
You know what? I am actually really glad you said that my blog is very different from other post-challenge blogs. The last thing I want to do is be another blog, and I always try my best to separate it from others. :3
I am glad you don’t think I offended anyone. That would be horrible if I did..
THANKS SO MUCH I LUV YOU KEEP COMMENTING! <3333
….
I woke up to this.
What.
On.
I just can’t even…
Seeing James so weak and just not like his old self made my heart hurt ;~: And when he came home to be with Amber, oh man, it was so touching!
But. The. Effing. Teacher.
My face at this current moment: 😐
I am not pleased! (not your writing of course, just what happened to poor Valerie!) I’d just like to put a plastic bag over his head…..
That was cruel! Poor Valerieee 😦
But either way, great post!
Well, good morning!
D: And I am sorry. Really..
SO TOUCHING! (pun intended, boy, I am on a roll)
Effing teacher, agreed.
My face is the same wouldn’t you know
I AM NOT PLEASED EITHER!!!
Here, I’ll get you a plastic bag but you have to put it on, okee?
I am sorry, but thank you for reading. D’:
You know amber your a great writer, to write something as strong like that is AMAZING. And if people are angry with you writing that well so be it, you are a great writer and you just showed the terrible things which people can do and that is why I love this post and yes I wish I could just jump into your game and save Valerie but I can’t so I hope she’s okay.
Don’t doubt yourself, they post is EPIC!
Omg you are just on a comment leaving roll, congrats
Thank you so much, hun. ;_____;
You are very welcome you know I felt sooo sorry for Soren :””””””””””””””””(
You are Very Welcome 🙂
okay…. that was…. WOW!!! I thought he was going to die at the shaking from the pain part but then… “James Malachi Masons has been released from the hospital on April 4th, 2012 on personal leave.” …. ~HALELUJA!!!~
Yeah, your a real softie, I knew you wouldn’t let him die, okay, actually I didn’t, byt I do now!
oh, and as for the last part, I’m not usually the person to swear, but tell Eric to keep his dirty hand off Val and fuck off!!!!!!
Okay, I can breathe again, I can calm down……… GREAT POST!!!! I had tears in my eyes when Soren almost cried…. truly beautiful!
HALLELUJAH THANK THE HEAVENS
I am a softie, but I was this [—-] close to letting him die. D:
I LOVE HOW I AM MAKING EVERYONE SWEAR IT’S LIKE BEST DAY EVER OVER HERE OMFG I AM RUINING SO MANY INNOCENT MINDS
Tears?
Omg
You’re killing me
Thank you ;__;
oooh, but what is going to become of Amber when she finds out agout Valerie? and just when everything was going so good…. Well! Now Val has got a (almost… not so-) strong daddy to beats the very shit out of Eric! haha…. this is going to be good…… and bad…. mostly bad, but hay! look at the (almost) bright side!!!!
I guess we’ll find out, now won’t we? xD 🙂
Seeing James so, weak and in pain made crushed my heart! </3
When he came home and was released, good lord, my face just… 😀 man, that was emotional ❤
I was in shock at the end…oh god D: you have no idea how much I hate that teacher. I want to…just…I don't know, do something terrible to him…
Poor Valerie ;___; I want to just jump through the screen and give her a giant hug! ❤ I wondeer how Amber will react to THAT! Oh laawdy, that is not gonna be pretty…
M'dear, you are an excellent writer, your posts are always so well written, and interesting to read.
Fabulous job m'dear! ❤ Bravo! ❤
I AM GLAD I MADE YOU SMILE YOU’RE THE ONLY ONEEEEEEEEE
I want to hurt him too. *shrug*
That won’t be pretty D<
Thank you!! <333
Oh. My. Gosh. I AM GOING TO DIE EVERYDAY UNTIL THE NEXT POST COMES OUT!
I hope Val tells someone and then Soren, since James doesn’t seem capable at the moment, can KICK HIS SORRY BUTT. Or I can do it myself, either way.
You really are the most amazing writer EVER. Seriously, I CAN’T WAIT UNTIL THE NEXT POST! WOO!
OHMILAWD, STAY ALIVEEEEEEE! WE’VE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH PAIN!
yes, Pais, you’ll def have to kick his butt for us all.
OMG NO I AM NOT BUT THANK YOU
<333
I wish I had as much readers as you do
I just about cried at the end. I knew he was bad from the moment I saw him!!! (no I didn’t)
D<
NO >:I
Unacceptable.
This post. Valerie. NO MEGUSTA
MAKE IT GO AWAAY D;
D:
Thanks for reading.
I’LL TRY TO MAKE IT GO AWAY
I want to get the math teacher and bring him to my native country and she him a couple math lesson my way. Im so happy that James is back but i feel like something is up. Soren and Jaimee are beauitful together i love them
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OMGOSH!!!! WHY!
Mr. Farver- oh, I’m sorry, ERIC- has the pedophile ‘stache. Val!!!
Aww. Soren and Jaimee!
Back to the pedophile, Blech!!! Screw him!