(It’s alright)
Amber went into the living room, switching on the TV. She was about to get comfortable on the couch, when the doorbell rang. She gave a soft curse, shaking her head to herself as she went to the front door. But she hesitated, wondering if it could be one of the men that Xira said was after her. So, she opened the door, just enough that she could see the man standing there. “Can I help you?”
“Are your parents home? If so, I’d like to talk to them,” the man said.
That just annoyed Amber, and not being good with adults, she snapped at him. “Bitch, I’m not thirteen, I live by myself. What do you want?”
“I’m looking for my… daughter. She’s about your height with white hair, pale skin.”