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Chapter 6

AMBER:

“Dwayne!” I shouted, bringing my open hands near my mouth to amplify my voice. “Where are you?” My voice echoed across the cliff, making me shudder.

He didn’t answer.

I stood on the edge of the cliff to look down, but acrophobia suddenly hit me, which was surprising since I didn’t really have it before. So I decided to lie on my stomach as I protruded my head over the edge of the cliff.

My eyes kept on widening as I scanned the whole perimeter. All I could see were the trees and untrimmed grass and bushes because it was too dark under. The moon reflected on the murky stream. I looked for Dwayne, but I couldn’t see him.

This is not good. Where is he?

 I panickly rummaged through my purse, looking for my phone. Quickly, I dialed 911 and brought the phone to my ear. My call didn’t connect immediately, which only worsened my nerves.

“Pick up, pick up.” I muttered under my breath as I paced back and forth.

The cliff was quite steep. There’s a little chance that anyone who falls from it lives, and if he does, he’d probably be crippled or worse, immobile.

Oh no. Does this make me a criminal? Will they put me in jail? It was an accident!

My imagination went wild as I waited for the dispatcher to pick up my call. I imagined myself handcuffed, wearing a black and white striped jail suit with a matching cap. I’d be rubbing prison bars, begging my mom to bail me. My friends and classmates will visit me. Kristine will pity me, or maybe she will be ashamed of me. Chad will be there too, perhaps still laughing his ass off at me. And of course, Sofia sure as hell won’t miss it. She’ll be there too, jeering me with her witchy voice.

“911, what’s your emergency?” A rough male voice pulled me back to reality.

“My friend,” I cringed at the word. I never really thought of him as my friend, and it aggravated my guilt. “I think he… he fell from the cliff.”

The dispatcher asked for other information and I tensely answered them.

“Okay, ma’am. We will send a rescue team to your location.” The man said.

I summoned all my strength to draw my hand away from my mouth, or I’d be chewing my nails until they’re all gone since I had this habit of nail-biting when I’m nervous.

“Thank you.” I mumbled.

DWAYNE:

Am I dead already?

I tapped my cheek with my free hand—the other gripping on a thick tree vine dangling on the cliff. I felt it. So, I guess I’m still alive. But how do I get down from here? If I let go, I’m sure I’d be crushing my bones. Which means… I’m tons of feet above the ground?! I felt my chest tightened, and beads of sweat rapidly formed on my brows. I was acrophobic.

Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down…

I looked down, already expecting the sudden gush of nausea. But to my surprise, it didn’t come. Why would it? I was hanging freaking one-foot above the ground! Just a foot!

I let go of my grip form the vine and my feet landed with the slightest thud. I checked myself for any cut or wound and did some jumping jacks to check if my bones are still intact. Hmm. Not a single scratch.

Slowly, everything that happened started to sink in.

Amber never really liked me, but she led me on! She made me believe that there was something special between us; that we had a connection. Lies! She’s a liar! And she thinks I’m... ugly?! She even pushed me off this cliff! I thought she was different. But it turns out she’s the typical cheerleader. Mean and cruel.

‘Dwayne, you’re rich, you’re smart. That’s it.’ Her words kept on sounding in my head.

How dare her insult an Arnault!

“Dwayne!” Amber shouted from above. “Where are you?” Her voice echoed across the cliff, making me recoil.

Why bother? You pushed me, didn’t you? This is what you wanted. You wanted me out of your life. And now I am. But not for long.