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I could only cry now 

"Aunt Josey please!"

"I thought I could trust you” my Aunt 

screamed “I thought you cared but you lied to 

me YOU LIED TO ME! And now look Tara is 

dead and it’s all your fault."

I wanted to tell her what happened, but her 

words strike into my vanes over and over 

until I was down helpless on the ground. This 

time no one came to my rescue. This time I 

was on my own. I had to win this fight before 

she tried to strike again. 

"Go home Amber" 

she was confident she won but before I could stop my self 

I said 

“No!” I was shocked at my own words it seemed my aunt 

was to.

“No?” she said it more confused then upset.   I had found 

her weak spot and it was my turn to strike.

 “No I wont head home” I screamed 

“because it’s NOT my fault, it’s not my fault little miss 

perfect was shot.” It felt wrong to say, but it also felt 

good. Her face turned red, people were staring at us. 

She whispered 

“Don’t talk to your aunt like that.” I struck again hoping 

not to miss 

“It’s not my fault the men came into the house. I was just 

protecting Rick he was in danger. What do you suggest I 

should have done?” That was the last straw she grabbed 

my arm and squeezed it as hard as she could

She took me into the house. It smelled of death, she 

dragged me to Tara’s room. Her body was still there. She 

tossed me in the room and locked the door. And 

screamed 

“You can come out when you promises to be a good girl 

until then you can rot in this room for all I care” 

I screamed 

“You think when I see her again I’ll be sorry? But I’m not 

sorry and I’ll never be sorry your-your… Miss America 

stole everything from me I thought if I did something 

amazing you care about me FOR ONCE. I’d be the hero 

but I’ve stopped an out law and though I couldn’t save 

Tara’s life I saved yours and you’re treating me even 

worse!” her eyes turned to slits, then she repeated “Then 

you can rot in this room for all I care”

I looked at Tara’s body and said 

“you deserve this YOU DESERVE TO DIE .” but 

knew it wasn’t true I knew she was just trying 

to help that she wanted to stand by my side 

and I pushed her aside like the old rag doll I 

used to play with. Before I believed what my 

ant said was true, I’m just a mistake if only, I 

didn’t believe it I wouldn’t be in the room I 

didn’t know what to do

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