-Long chapter filled with lots of drama! Enjoy.

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Dylan's P.O.V 

Our hearts were practically bleeding with sorrow from the news about Amber.

Injecting heroin.

The words 'Heroin' and 'Amber' should NEVER be used together in the same sentence. Just saying it burns my throat and makes me want to vomit with disgust.

Imagine yourselves in our shoes. One of your close family or friends goes missing for five days, you don't know where the heck they are, then the police tell you that they're an accessory to arson, burglary, drug use and murder.

I never thought Amber's life would turn this way.

And the fact that she ran away with my photographer makes me feel ten times worse, the fact he was right under my nose the whole time and I didn't do enough research on him, makes me want to throw myself off a cliff and die a miserable death.

I blame myself for getting Amber in this mess, I blame myself for ever introducing her to him, for not teaching her to defend herself properly and for being totally fooled by him.

Right now, everyone is sitting in silence in the police van and cuddling one another, Grey was resting his head on Isaacs's shoulder asleep and Isaac resting his head on his. Mom was cuddled up to dad and drying the tears on her face, whilst I was sitting on Jason's lap and staring out the window, watching the world zoom by and passing town after town.

We are on our way to Amber and we are all getting restless, needing and craving our babygirl in our arms safe and away from that lying disgusting pervert that I would personally like to kill slowly, sharpening my long nails into mini knives and slitting is throat with my nails and watching him bleed out, making him watch me laugh hysterically in his face whilst I drain the life out of him.

I probably should keep these murderous thoughts in my head whilst in the presence of two police officers who are just a few feet away from me.

The tracker has found Amber and Finnick's location at a cheap motel a few miles away. We have about two or three cop cars trailing our van and following us to their location, ready to arrest Finnick. The investigator hasn't said anything to us about arresting him, but I presume he will, he has done so much damage to my Amber and to that gas station that he's bound to be arrested for it, I will make sure of it.

"I can't wait to bust through that door and engulf our princess in my arms tightly, smelling her golden-brown hair and kissing her head reassuringly, whispering that I love her and will lock her up as soon as we get home," Jason mumbles next to me and chuckling, lightening the mood inside the van. I hear dad chuckle next to us and nod his head. "Amber is never stepping foot outside our house for the next ten years, we are making some serious changes when we get home, especially now that we know she is involved with drugs. I will set up a therapist and get our princess counselling if she is addicted to them." Dad said and turned serious towards the end, showing us that he isn't playing around and I totally one hundred and ten percent agree with him.

"Yeah, our baby isn't leaving my sight!" Mum said against dad's chest, smiling for the first time since Ambers been missing. It brought a smile to all our faces and we all looked at each other happily, knowing that we are on our way to our princess and we can finally take her home.

Amber's P.O.V

"YOU. FUCKING. BITCH!" Finnick screamed at me then threw me hard against the wall, making a dent where my head was thrown and some blood staining the wall.

I roll on the floor and felt the blood trailing down the side of my head, whimpering but not crying, he hates it when I do that!

We have gotten into an argument because he told me to go downstairs and talk to Finnick's drug dealer and get the heroin and weed off of him, but when I got down there was a problem and he raised his prices, so he took all the money Finn gave me and only passed me heroin and not any weed. As soon as I stepped in the room it all kicked off, I have learned that if Finn doesn't smoke his weed then he can get really aggressive, he already is with me, but it gets a lot worse when he is denied drugs.

I learnt it the hard way.

I crawled onto the bed and searched for him, he was pacing up and down and clawing at his face in frustration. I whimpered a bit and his head snapped towards mine, he began charging towards me but stopped suddenly, I brought my hands up to my face to block him but the slaps and punches never came, instead I saw a huge smirk on his face and him chuckling to himself.

Oh no...this is bad.

"I'm going to give you a punishment for this, and I'm going to enjoy it very much!" He said evilly then turned away to the table and showed his back to me. I didn't know what he was doing but I can tell it's going to be torture for me.

He has sliced my legs, arms and stomach with a knife till blood puddles formed on the ground. He has made my face completely purple and red from slaps and punches. He has tied my hair to the shower rail, and hung me by it, making my scalp bleed and me screaming in agony for hours.

He has given me so many painful punishments before and I don't know if it can get any worse.

He then runs up to me with two needles of heroin in his hands and injected me with them in both my arms, I don't fight it because I want it. I have come to love injecting heroin and I plan on taking it in the future, I love the feeling it gives me, it takes the pain away and gives me a slow and giddy feeling, something I crave and would give anything to get my hands on it.

If injecting me was his punishment then I would totally be okay with that, it's a treat more than a punishment so I didn't see his motives here, he already knows I like injecting heroin so why was it my 'punishment'?

"Now I can hit you as much as you like and make you look ugly and weak to the world, nobody would want to be seen dead when I'm finished with you." He said menacingly but I couldn't help the giggles leaving my mouth at this amazing feeling of the drug running through my veins.

My mind has gone to the clouds and I feel on top of the world, bathing in relaxation and the rush was too addicting.

Whoever made heroin, I want to personally congratulate. You are my saviour!

I then saw Finnick with a murderous expression, all the anger and rage were written clearly on his face and for the first time on this drug, I felt scared.

Whenever I'm on heroin, I usually forget about everything and bathe in the new addicting feeling, letting all my troubles go away and just sit back and relax for once. But as soon as I saw Finnick's face, all the confidence and relaxation seemed to drift, I was more aware of my surroundings but powerless to stop him.

He was throwing punch after punch at my body, my head was thrown side to side from the many slaps on my face. I could feel each impact press on my skin, but I didn't feel all the pain, only some of it which I was very thankful for.

He punched my jaw hard and I could feel a snap, then a crunch, then blood fill my mouth. My mind was confused and not functioning properly, too overwhelmed and slow to process what was happening. I wanted to reach my hand up and touch my jaw, but I couldn't, I was too weak and didn't have the strength to check what was happening to me.

After spitting out most of the blood from my mouth, I felt Finnick's hands travel down my body and tugging on my clothes. He was saying things and staring down at my body hungrily, but I couldn't make out what he was saying or doing.

I soon felt my top being ripped off and my leggings pulled down my legs in a hurry, Finnick was hovering over me and aggressively biting my neck like a starved vampire.

Then it all hit me at once.

I was about to be raped once again.

He was biting my neck like an animal and touching every inch of my skin, invading my boundaries and body that I don't want him to touch.

"S-s-sto-op." I stuttered out and my speech slurred. Finnick looked down at me with a huge smirk and kissed me harshly, biting my lip and drawing out more blood. He opened my mouth and quickly shoved his tongue inside and explored every inch of it. It was weird because my mouth was filled with blood but by the look on his face, it turned him on more.

"Baby you taste sooo sweet, I love your taste." He said against my lips, breaking away from our kiss for a moment and staring into each other's eyes. I saw my blood all around his lips and between his teeth and tongue. It was disgusting and vile, but then he licked his lips with his tongue and wiped the rest of the blood from his face with his finger, then sucked on it, making a 'pop' sound.

I was beyond grossed out and in need of more heroin to get me through this. My thoughts were interrupted by his lips once again, attacking my sore lips in a heated kiss.

I was squirming and trying to shuffle away from him and begging for him to stop in my mind, praying for me to get through this and leave this bastard for once and for all.

And it seemed my prayers were answered because a few seconds later, a whole twenty police officers burst through the door, breaking the hinges and ripping Finnick away from my body. I visibly let out a huge sigh of relief and slouched down, letting the last of my drug do its thing and calm me down.

I slowly pushed myself up against the headboard of the crappy bed and watched the fight go down. Finnick was thrashing around in the officer's grip and swearing multiple vile profanities at the poor men doing their jobs. He was in a headlock whilst another officer glued his hands together and shoved the handcuffs on harshly.

I then hear a chorus of screams, gasps and "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!" at the broken doorway, I look over and saw my beautiful family looking at me with faces I cannot describe.

The moment was so emotional and heart clenching I wanted to cry my eyes out. My mom and dad were the first ones to run through the door and tackle me with a hug, it was like they were shielding me from the danger in the room.

"MY BABYGIRL, MY BABYGIRL IS BACK TO ME!" My mother screamed in agony in my arms, squeezing me in a strong hug and kissing my cheeks lovingly. My body movements were quite slow, so it took time for me to fully hug them both back and get my emotions under control.

I forgot about the pain and my possible broken jaw at that moment, only focusing on my poor family that has been through hell and back looking for me and loving me unconditionally, despite what I have put them through.

They both pulled away and my dad cupped both my cheeks with his huge hands and our foreheads pulled together, it was like our heads were connected emotionally and we were sending our love for each other through our heads without even speaking. We didn't say words because it was pointless to open our mouths and ruin the precious moment, it was like words couldn't translate our love for one another and touching each other was the only way to show it.

They both kissed me one last time then backed away, I was then tackled again by my four brothers laying on top of me and squeezing the life out of me, it was like they drained the drug from my veins and replaced it with love and affection, although I did like their love and hugs, the drug was a stronger medicine that I will need to sneak back with me and use at home in private.

"My beautiful princess is back!" Grey murmured happily against my neck and breathing in my scent. I smiled at all of them and they did the same. Issac unzipped his hoodie and placed it on me quickly, growling at Finnick whilst he zipped me up. Dylan pulled up my leggings and hugged me to death once again.

They all guarded me with their arms and had me laying across all of them, shielding me from danger whilst embracing me at the same time.

God its good to be back!

"Finnick Beke Jones, I am arresting you on suspicion of exploiting a minor, drug possession, burglary, assault, first-degree murder, arson, rape and sexual assault. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say will be given as evidence." The police officer said whilst dragging an outraged and stunned Finnick out the doorway.

"I WILL GET YOU AMBER! I WILL FUCKING GET YOU BACK YOU BITCH!" Finnick screamed and made my brothers growl and shout back profanities at him.

I hid away and Grey's arms and placed my head against his neck and breathed in his gross scent, he smells really bad up close and I can tell he hasn't been looking after himself which I feel terrible for. Looking at each of my families faces, I can tell they have not been looking after themselves and have been going through hell without me and my disappearance. I will regret leaving them for the rest of my life and I will try to make it back up to them over time.

Time heals broken hearts.

From this day forward, I'm going to be there for my family and piece us back together. I have ruined their lives in the past five days and I intend to change that and give them my full love once again.

I have had a bad taste of what life is really like outside my home's doors and the thought of being away from my family and going back to this dangerous lifestyle, makes me want to kill myself and end my suffering.

From this day forward. I, Amber Rose Hutton, will never ever leave my family and put them through hell ever again.

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Amber is free and back to her family!! Expect more and more extreme possessiveness in future chapters and some cute family moments. They will still face problems in their path, but nothing they can't handle together!

Are you pleased that Amber is finally out of that awful relationship?

How do you think Amber will handle her heroin addiction?

Are you mad that Amber plans on taking heroin in the future and keep it from her family?

Go wild in the comments and tell me what you think!

-Mari