CAPTURE THIS (Updating regularly)

Chapter 2

Amber wasn't quite sure as to handle this but she placed her long forgotten glass of coke on the tray and wrapped her arms around Annette. Annette's sobs grew more frantic as Amber soothingly stroked her hair.

"Shh, Ann, it'll be alright," she whispered soothingly.

As she held her shaking sister, she knew that Annette was pretending that she was their mother. Amber didn't mind in the slightest, as a matter of fact, she used to do it a lot when she was upset, but it made Amber yearn for their mother.

Annette pulled away, wiping her tears on her sleeve. She gave Amber a watery smile and sighed.

"Thanks, Ambs, I needed that." She whispered in a shaky voice.

Amber nodded understandingly. She stared into Annette's hazel, red-rimmed eyes.

"Whose baby is it?" Amber asked, though not really wanting to know the answer.

"Jonathan," she stated and Amber exhaled a long breath she didn't know she had been holding.

Jonathan was Annette's current boyfriend. He was responsible enough but Amber could never imagine him as a father. At least he wasn't like Greyson, Amber thought bitterly. Greyson was Annette's abusive ex with whom Annette had a very rocky relationship. For years, she denied that Greyson would hit her or cheated even though she had walked in on him with another girl. It was only until he had slapped her in front of her friends, that Annette had decided that it was enough. She called the police and reported the assult. Amber sometimes caught Annette longing for him, which made her feel sick to the stomach but at least he wasn't the father of her baby.

Baby... Amber was still waiting for the news to sink in but it hadn't hit her quite yet. Annette... a mother... it just didn't click in Amber's mind. Annette could barely look after herself, let alone a baby. She had done pretty well in teaching Amber everything she knew since their mother had died when Amber had been nine and she had been twelve, but that was different to bringing up a baby. No, she couldn't do it.

"I know what you're thinking," Annette stated, making Amber jump, as she had forgotten that Annette had been sitting beside her. "I'm determined, Ambs. I'm keeping this baby and I am going to raise it."

Her voice was firm and Amber knew that nothing could deter her decision. She was more certain that Amber had ever seen her in her whole life. Usually Annette's decisions were impulsive, petty and spineless but there was a little gleam in her eyes that told Amber differently.

Amber couldn't supress her pride induced smile. "I'll be there beside you, Ann. I'll make sure it's all fine."

Annette's eyes became tearful as she pulled Amber into a tight hug. "Thanks, sis. Love ya."

"Love you too," Amber whispered.

As Amber hugged her sister, her mind was steadily filling with doubts.

Annette was still in school, university, to be precise. She was only nineteen and never had a job before. How on earth was she supposed to support a child amongst all of this? It wasn't as though their father could help her out, he made enough to have them living comfortably but there was no way he had enough to spare for a baby.

Amber pushed all of the doubts in the deepest, darkest corner of her mind. Annette needed support, not more to worry about.

Annette let go of Amber and placed her glass of coke on the forgotten tray that sat on Amber's desk. She still had tears on her cheeks and they dripped from her face as she cautiously to her feet. She picked up the tray with shaking hands. She walked to the door, giving Amber a tentative smile as she passed.