The Stories of Amber Swade

Prologue

Hey, I’m Amber Swade. There isn’t much to my life. I’m just a normal girl, sort of. Well, my parents are abusive, to me and to each other. My friends, well, a lot of them are alcoholics. I hate it when they come to school drunk, it really pisses me off. And well, I have a couple of obsessors.  Well, more like six of them. They are all part of a group called the Eagle Riders, and well, they call the girls that they get the eagles.

My life is pretty confusing at times. I can barely keep up with it at certain times. The only thing I can hope for is for myself to have a normal life once in a while, I just want to be a normal girl, and like to do normal girl things, like sleepovers, and cheerleading, or maybe even join the dance team, but my parents just wont let me. They say they “don’t have enough money to do anything that I want to do with my life in the way my life should try to not be” which doesn’t even make any sense.

My mother is, well, my mother. She is very angry all of the time, and she tries to act like she’s calm, but I think it just makes her even more angry. She is very short. She’s only a grand record of 4’ 7”. She has long blonde hair, but it isn’t beautiful. It’s always matted and gross looking. She doesn’t care about how she looks, or how she treats people, because, not to a very big surprise, she’s an alcoholic, just like my father.

My father on the other hand, doesn’t hide his anger. He shows it all of the time. I have at least fourteen bruises and ten scars from things that he has done to me, and my mom has even more than I do. My father is very tall, on the contrary side of my mother. He is a whopping 6’9”. He has black short hair, which he always keeps clean and neatly trimmed.

They often say that opposites attract, but in my parents’ case, opposites repel. I just wish they would stop acting like we have a money problem and get a divorce already. But they are too drunk all of the time to realize that we inherited my grandma’s fortune when she passed away. I wish that they would realize it though, we are millionaires, but they forgot all about it. The money is sitting in a savings account.

My grandma was the only person in my family who cares about me, because she understands what I go through. When she was a child, her parents weren’t just abusive to each other and her, but they were abusive to their guests, too. And they both died from alcohol poisoning. My grandma couldn’t have been happier when they did either. See, as a child, she never lived with them. She lived with my aunt Susan, who is the most innocent person you could ever meet. I’m less innocent than her, that’s a bad sign. Or a good sign, depending on how you look at it.

Aunt Susan hasn’t passed away yet, so I’m thankful for that. So she is the person that takes care of me when my parents are gone, or when I just need to get away from them. I just really hope that my life gets better soon. My parents are thinking about just going into “debt” and filing a divorce. I hope it goes through. If it does, Aunt Susan will gain custody of me, and I’m really excited for that day to come.

But until it does, I guess, I’m just going to live life as normal, unfortunately….