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天国やラスベガス (Heaven or Las Vegas)

Amber's P.O.V:

After about ten minutes, Abel came out the bathroom. He didn't look at me, didn't speak. He sat on the bed, just looking at the closet door. He then turned around and looked at my arm. He took the ice pack, and looked at the bruise. He touched it, but when I winced he quickly removed his hand. He placed the ice pack again on my arm, and cursed under his breath. He called room service and asked them to order food from the best restaurant in town. He hung up, grabbed his jacket, and left the room. I heard the hotel room door slam. 

I looked at the time and saw it was three in the morning. Where would he be going at three in the morning? 

I heard a vibration from the nightstand and saw he left his cellphone. I never checked his phone before, I trusted him enough not to. But since he felt he had the right to check mine and assume I'm cheating on him, why can't I do the same? It was only fair.

I pressed the home button and saw it was a message from a contact named Aiko. I remembered that was the girl in his music video. The message was sent around 11, the time he left from the set of the video, at least I believe so. I didn't know his password, so I wasn't able to know what she sent, being that it was a picture. My stomach dropped thinking what could the picture be, but I kept telling myself it had something to do with the music video, showing the finish product, or a picture of the director working on it, just anything to make me not think it was a nude. 

I heard the door, and put his phone back on the nightstand. I turned on the TV, the show One Punch Man playing. There were no subtitles so I watched what was happening and used their emotions to determine what was going on. 

Abel came in, a smile on his face and a bags of food in both of his hands.

"I know you don't like sushi, so I went around looking around for a Chinese restaurant." His voice was hoarse and very low. He pulled out a platter, along with two fortune cookies and a Pepsi.

"It's white rice with chicken and broccoli." He placed the platter next to me, and the can of Pepsi too. He took his platter and left to the living room.

I couldn't bring myself to understand what just happened. As if a completely new person took over him. Well I shouldn't say new because this was the Abel I knew. The nice, compassionate Abel. A few moments ago he was angry, hurtful, and to be very honest scary. I thought he would break my arm if he kept grabbing me for another second.

While I ate I thought about his actions, and his music. His music always reflected his way of thinking and living. Of course I didn't know what songs he was recording now but his past songs ... Dark, slow, and most definitely different. Speaking about initiating women or hurting girls that loved him when he was incapable of doing so even when he wanted. Doing drugs and alcohol and not afraid of the consequences after.

It was as if those dark times in his life were resurfacing again.

But why?

Why now?

Abel's P.O.V:

I didn't understand the sudden anger that rushed throughout my veins at that moment. Just the thought of her talking to another man pierced my ego. He could be ten times better. Hell probably is ten times better. But I didn't want Amber to know that. I didn't want the idea of him being better to pass her mind. It will only mean leaving me in my vast darkness that I was afraid to go in. 

Darkness ... Loneliness ... Emptiness ... Something I have been familiar with ever since a young boy. Ever since I was left fatherless and had to find ways to keep money on the table for my mother and I. And although I love my mother very much, my father left us to do whatever. Just thinking about him made me angry, and what I hated the most, it made me want to cry. I had love at home, but not that fatherly support that every little boy should have. His sins of abandonment caused my sins of lust and wrath. 

I didn't care for the amount of sins I have made though. I had no reason to care when I have no reason to believe in a magical man that has caused me trouble in my life. And even though I have never prayed a moment in my life, I was sent Amber when I clearly didn't deserve her.

"Abel." 

I looked up and saw my princess at the doorway. She walked to where she was in front of me and knelt down in front of me. She took her small, soft hands and wiped the tears that were slowly coming down my swollen, red cheeks. I looked away in embarrassment. I never cried in front of anybody except my mother. And even then I hated crying in front of her. I had to be strong for the both of us. And now I had to stay strong for both Amber and I. 

"Amber."

Her big brown eyes stared at my empty ones. Her small, soft hands wrapped around my large, coarse ones. 

"I just wanted to let you know I'm going to sleep in the other room. You also have a message on your phone from A-ik-o."

Her pronunciation was horrible but I knew who she spoke of. I felt like my hands start to sweat so I quickly removed my hands. She did a slight smile and walked to the other bedroom.  When the door slammed, the urge to punch the table in front of me was almost an urge I couldn't handle. I went to the room and looked at my phone. Aiko's name popped up on the screen, and she sent an image. I reluctantly put in my passcode, and opened up her message. 

My face was distorted in a mixture of confusion and fear as I saw Aiko spread out on a dirty mattress. A gash was on her right leg, a bruise on her right cheek. She had no pants on, and her red polo shirt was cut right in the middle, leaving her chest and stomach to show. Her eyes were open, but lifeless. Her gaze was a horrified one. Where ever the photo was taken, it was a dark place with little light coming in. The only reason I could see her was because of the flash from her phone. 

I closed the image, not being able to handle it anymore. I put my head in my hands, taken aback by what I just saw. 

What the hell is happening?

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I'm off writer's block guys. Please be happy.

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